[Thenamir]

"Volkmar," Thenamir began, "the tale of the last few weeks would take a week to tell." Thenamir chewed for awhile on a bite of stale bread as if it were a feast, even if it could be made palatable only with copious amounts of water from the stream. Volkmar's story had enough of a ring of truth to it that Thenamir decided on a bold gambit.

Swallowing his last bite he declared, "My name is Thenamir, and though I claim to be of Rohan, I was born in Gondor, to a soldier of the Tower of Guard. I and my companions from Rohan were tracking a rogue band of men from Dunland who have been responsible for many innocent deaths..." Thenamir winced perceptibly as the memory of his dead wife resurfaced as it did so often. He cleared his throat before going on, "Yet I believe that their treachery runs far deeper than mere pillage and plunder. They are seeking something, apparantly an item of great worth, which they hope to find in the ruins of an ancient elvish city to our north."

Thenamir paused before going on. Volkmar raised an eyebrow and pointed out, "There's something you've left unsaid, friend."

There was a long pause. "I suspect that the Wizard of Orthanc is in league with these men, and that this item is for the wizard's use...to ill purpose," Thenamir said finally.

[ September 09, 2002: Message edited by: Thenamir ]