[Novnarwen]

If it wasn't for Jinan's odd looks, which appeared in the man's face every time he looked at Frôzhal, everything was quite okay. Here he was soon crossing a river and having a whole platoon behind him! Wasn't that just great? Frôzhal had truly put all his effort in trying to please and stand up to himself and now Lan'kâsh had given him a platoon. The Haradrim just wanted to jump in the air of happiness, but then another stare from Jinan made him stand still for a moment, before staring back. Jinan't stare was such an empty stare, as if he was angry or upset.. Frôzhal shuddered, meanwhile thinking that Jinan should be happy now, having a platoon and all. He is probably embarrassed that he was smacked by Lan'kâsh, Frôzhal thought to himself, grinning at the man, who immediately turned away as if nothing was at hand. With that attitude, he probably deserved it.

As they walked, Frôzhal being immensely happy about his current position, they finally crossed the bridge. Underneath, the river Harnen's streams rippled, which made the young Haradrim shiver. He didn't like water, especially since his swimming skills were not exactly outstanding. Secondly, the water was so powerful, more powerful than himself. He looked down. He wanted to scream, but in order to restrain himself; he held a firm grip of Jinan, who approached at his side. With clenched teeth, Frôzhal stopped both the platoons in going any further. "Let go of me!" Jinan said, looking slightly evil as a dangerous smile appeared in his face. The other Haradrim didn't listen at once, but was forced too as Jinan made a move to the left, holding Frôzhal by the shoulder, making the man look down and not being able to pull himself upwards. "There," Jinan said, his eyes lit up with fire. He grinned viciously, before continuing: ”Nice view, huh? Can't you just feel the smell of... water?" he said, obviously being aware of Frôzhal's fear of water.

There was silence and none of them said anything. Jinan's firm grip of Frôzhal kept him from doing anything than smile faintly. There was nothing he could do. The other Haradrim was too strong. He hated to admit it, but it was indeed true. He shuddered as he looked down again; not daring to look into Jinan's eyes any longer. Neither did he dare try anything, like swing Jinan around and cast him into the river. No, he didn't stand a chance, whatsoever. All he could do was wait, to be thrown into the river and be humiliated in front of everyone, in front of his own platoon!

He cast a single glance at Jinan, before looking down again. The dark mixed colour of green and blue made Frôzhal sick. He felt the sweat run down his back as he realised that there was no way out. He was going down, in there..... into the water.

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"We are crossing the river not, standing here, waiting for the river to cross us."

Jinan turned around, still having his firm grip placed at Frôzhal's shoulder. Lan'kâsh voice rang in Frôzhal's ears. Finally, his rescue!

"Just learning my platoon about how we can make rats like this one shiver..... Tremble.... wishing he would never been such a ...."

Frôzhal froze. Was he just called a rat? This was outrages! Jinan had slowly loosened his grip around Frôzhal and this was clearly his opportunity to strike back. Calling me a rat.. Frôzhal cursed to himself. He bent down, smirking satisfyingly, now ready to strike back and make this man regret his words. However, amazingly enough, he was hindered by his own ego. If he was going to impress Lan'kâsh, he would have to lead his platoon over the bridge now; without anymore of these delays. He thought, however, angrily to himself that Jinan would pay. If not now, he would, eventually.