[Novnarwen]

Frôzhal had only just managed to catch up with Jinan the pervious day. The other Haradrim had seemed to be in a hurry, pacing quickly away from the two-storied building. He told Frôzhal, who annoyingly sprang up at his side, about the attack and that he wasn't leading it. Frôzhal had later left Jinan, or rather been waved off, and had the rest of day believed he was going to lead the attack after all. Frôzhal had felt both proud, and sorry for Jinan who was nothing more than a soldier.

Today however, to Frôzhal's disappointment, he had finally realised that it wasn't going to be him, leading the attack after all. As the sun rays found Frôzhal, who was standing among several other Haradrim's watching the new captain, he started blinking, which both annoyed and made Frôzhal frustrated. The Swerting felt so incredibly small where he stood; being annoyed by a yellow circle in the sky and the Haradrim who was going to lead the attack; Lan’kâsh’. Frôzhal shuddered while looking at this respected man. He hid his face in his hands for a few moments, before eyeing Jinan stepping forwards talking to Lan’kâsh’. In mere frustration and jealousy Frôzhal coughed loudly, making everyone look towards him.

"I'm one of those ......Ehm," Frôzhal said loudly, but couldn't quite remember Jinan's exact words. He grew embarrassed and went slightly pink.

"One of those, what?!" Lan’kâsh’ said, eying the pink Haradrim soldier.

Frôzhal trembled with fear, not daring to stare into Lan’kâsh’'s eyes. He took a single step towards the left, where he hopefully was out of Lan’kâsh’ and Jinan's sight. At first it seemed that both Jinan and Lan’kâsh’ were ignoring him and continuing their conversation. But then, after a few moments, Frôzhal found himself standing in the middle. Everyone had backed away, making a huge circle. Now, Frôzhal, who nervously bit his lip, was standing in the middle while Lan’kâsh’ and Jinan approached.

"One of those, what?" Lan’kâsh’ repeated calmly, looking viciously at his 'victim'. Frôzhal froze. Like a stiff mummy, he waited for someone to help him out of this truly horrible situation. Why did he always have to be so stupid? he thought to himself, looking down in the ground. Lan’kâsh’ waited impatiently for an answer. Frôzhal, on the other hand, waited impatiently for a rescuer. When a few moments had passed he figured it was better to say something now, instead of waiting any longer looking like a total twit, standing in the middle of a ring in the sun. He shivered, shrugging.

"I'm one of those..." he started.

Lan’kâsh’ was starting to lose it. One could clearly see it by the way he moved his brows; up and down, furiously.

"I'm one of those loyal soldiers, who will follow you, and... and.." he said, stammering at the end of the sentence. "I will... remain loyal" he said loud and clear, finishing.

Lan’kâsh’ looked oddly at the Hardrim before he grinned. Frôzhal looked with a tense look, trying to figure what the other thought. A grin! he thought joyfully. This had to be a good sign.....