At this rate, I'd be writing half the RPG
But I can't stop writing. This post continues after the last one. Any corrections in grammar or spelling is VERY welcome.
Ferethor came to his conciousness painfully, as the sun sank behind the snow-crowned peaks of Misty Mountains. Passing a hand over his fevered brow, he slowly rose to his feet. Ferethor was faint with loss of blood and in great anguish, so that he had taken but few steps before he swayed and grasped a tree for support in dismay. After a moment of strife with his weariness and grief, he sank down by a young birch to comtemplate his next move as darkness gathered.
"A bitter end is this to all my hope!" He cried out in bitterness. "Yet while my strength remains I must go on." Indeed it was only his stern will that aided him as he crept from the eve of encircling trees to the scene of battle, which was terrible to behold. So it was that Ferethor came upon Del in the midst of slain.
"Del!" Ferethor knelt down, taking his hand. "Awake! We are alone." At his voice, Del stirred and opened his eyes, bright but foreshadowed with death."Ferethor, my time has passed. Falling valiantly in battle was my desire, rather then fall prey to old age and die witless and alone. Such desire is fulfilled, and I am content. Do not mourn for me. I have only this to bid you - watch over the company in my stead." Del ceased speaking. Ferethor stayed kneeling stricken with sorrow, utterly rgardless of his own pain and weariness.
At last Ferethor gently took the hilt of hte sword from Del's lifeless hand and saw that it had broken asunder. Laying it at his feet wiht all the other weapons of bandits that he could gather, Ferethor laughed as one fey with bitter anguish of mind, crying "Thus have you been enmeshed in the Doom of Illuvatar to children of Men, and have escaped the circles of this world."
Then Ferethor set the barren dune aflame, and watched as the consuming flame devoured the bloodstained field. Turning, he left the charred and blackened field behind him, naming it "@#$#@-en-@#$@", the plain of Immesureable Sorrow.
Ferethor then took to tracking the lost company through the woods, spent with griefand the wound ever sapping his strength. He had little hope to follow a horseback company in such a state. Indeed Ferethor would have fain laid himself down and embraced death had he not been driven by Del's bidding to watch over the company in his stead.
Thrice have the sun risen, when Atharen found Ferethor in the woods on the brick of death. Ferethor whispered"So I have found you." before darkness took him.