[Cimmerian]

Bulvard stood still, a faint sound had alerted his war-honed hearing. They were follwing the faint trail that Tumnaooriel had spotted. Culloth grumbled at the sheer absurdity of following such a trail.

"Hush!" Bulvard whispered, "There is someone here."

"You have elvish hearing now?" Culloth said curtly and Tumnaooriel stared at the woman in exasperation, nothing pleased this one, she thought.

"There, the Lady Gwyn. She is injured!" Bulvard cried. The three of them ran to where the warrior woman of Rohan lay very still.
As they approached her, another tall and slim figure came up noiselessly from the other side.
Both Bulvard and Culloth drew their swords instantly but held their ground when Tumnaooriel cried, "It's Harolas."

"Aye, my friends." replied the elf, "And I had known it was you all along. Had it not been so, you would be long dead by now."

"Enough talk, let us tend to this woman now."
Tumnaooriel took charge, much to Culloth's surprise.

As the elf and Gondorian siblings stood guard, the beautiful woman, with a mysterious background, tended to the lady of Rohan.