[Thenamir]

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Re: ROHAN RPG

Thenamir jumped down from Windwight, his grey roan mount, and motioned to the other two to do likewise and stay low as Taradan crept off almost noiselessly into the overgrowth with a stealth even Thenamir thought he could not match, though he’d never had a low opinion of his own abilities. He was impatient for a closer look at these men and their associate, but he must bide his time yet and earn the trust of the others, especially Taradan, whose suspicion of Thenamir was unmistakable. It would be better for the moment to keep a low profile so as not to appear to be a cutthroat newcomer already vying for his superior’s job.

Thenamir clumsily tried to tie Windwight to a tree in the loose knot he had recently learned from the Rohirrim, which would keep the horse secured but which could be released quickly at need. The others, fluidly doing likewise from a lifetime of practice, chuckled quietly at his efforts. Thenamir pretended not to notice. He knew they meant no harm, but he intended to have a bit of fun at their expense nevertheless.

Finishing the knot, Thenamir reached into his pack for a couple of the special horse treats he occasionally made for Windwight out of oats and chaff, combined with enough honey to hold it together. He took a seat near the others who were already leaning on a convenient stone and digging in their own packs for a snack. Pretending to take a bite of one he handed the other to the taller one. “Try this,” he said with a mock full-mouth tone. “I make these for long journeys – they’re not bad.”

The flaxen-haired rider took the proffered horse treat suspiciously and sniffed it, then bit off a corner. “Mmm, “ he said, eyes brightening slightly, “this is pretty good.” The shorter rider, not to be left out of a good thing, said, “Hey, I’m the starving one!” before he broke off a piece from the unattended side of his partner’s goodie. With a full mouth he asked, “you’re not a bad cook after all, Thenamir. What’s in this?”

Thenamir could not restrain himself anymore. “It’s a special recipe I learned in Gondor…for horse treats...” was all he could get out before he started laughing, quietly but heartily, at the riders’ expressions as they realized they’d been had. Thenamir gave Windwight the unbitten treat in his hand while the aghast Rohirrim spat and rinsed and spat again. “It’s not really an insult mind you, “ Thenamir exhorted, “after all, who else but such fine horsemen could appreciate good horse chow?” He was about to launch another salvo (while they still could not speak) when Taradan silently reappeared in their clearing…


</p>Edited by: <A HREF=http://www.barrowdowns.com/cgi-bin/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_profile&u=00000006>Gilthali on</A> at: 8/3/01 7:29:00 pm