Rudhchamion tested his footing along the undergrowth that was so close to the Swan House. Sniffing the air slightly, he kept his old sowrd at the ready, He also watched his companion carefully. The Man of the Order of the Black Rose was under the same pressures as he, and it was showing. Both had companions missing at the Village, with no word of their safety. But Rudhchamion trusted the skill of his nephews above all.
He peered through the branches, but tensed as he heard and unnatural movement near his side. The knight had heard it also, and moved to see what was there...
~*~
Through the shadows, the tent of the Great King could be seen. Straining, a man was bound and held in the corner, signs of battle clearly on him.
One Elf turned to another and nodded. The moon waxed on till all was still. Slowly shadows moved towards the tent.
Quiet words were mumbled between the two Elves and the young Gondorian, and they were gone as soon as they arrived, but left the captive with renewed hope.
~*~
Laurel looked up as the door to her grandparents small cottage moved open.
'My Lady Laurel, we must ask forgiveness for being missing for so long, and being unaware of the attack' began Gorath 'We were planning our route to our destination after here, and trusted Rudhchamion would be help enough'
'It is no fault of yours' said Laurel with fatigue 'But I am glad you are here now. Help is greatly needed'
'And we believe we can help you' said Galain, as he told her of Cartil's exact whereabouts and his condition.
Laurel got up out of her seat 'Well my good Elf friends, shall we retrieve good Sir Cartil?'...
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