[piosenniel]

Eruwen's post

"What do you mean there's been a catch?" Bestialán whispered to the small messenger as he slid the blade of his sword into its sheath.

Bestialán had been out in the murky forests of Rhûn all night hunting for this so-called "beast" that someone had seen in daylight. They said that it was the largest piece of meat their kind had seen in Rhûn, which was not saying much. However, as the sun began to break through the canopy of leaves overhead, he was beginning to doubt that any such animal existed. He grew tires. His legs began to ache in pain, but he did not want to rest at this moment. He stared at the messenger in wonder.

"There's not been a catch in all my time," continued Bestialán. "What news do you have on the matter?"

"Naught but what they told me, sir," the young messenger replied earnestly. "The elders advise that you come immediately. The catch was found with something that might interest you."

Bestialán raised his eyebrow in suspense. He hurried along the thick line of trees that covered the invisible paths in the wood as his garments flapped violently behind him.

His steps were so quick that he felt as if his feet were not touching the ground, but gliding along the air. All was silent. The only sound he could hear was his gasping breath and the wind passing by his ears. The forest began to get blurry, and suddenly he began to feel as if his feet had been nailed to the forest floor. There was a quick jerk, and then a loud, hard thump as he felt his hands crash against the ground.

The sky was black for a brief moment, but the gradual sight of grass soon appeared. Bestialán squinted greatly at the sun's bright rays as he spit clumps of dirt and leaves out of his mouth. He returned the hood of his dark cloak to his head, for it had blown back in the fall, while the young messenger suddenly ran up with quite a humorous expression on his face.

"Sir, are you alright?" the messenger said with a slight laugh in his voice. "There's a tree limb there, you know?"

Bestialán stood slowly, discretely removing a small dagger from his boot as he rose. In one short moment he had turned and pinned the messenger against a nearby tree with his hands. Bestialan's dagger was pressed firmly against the young man's neck.

"The sun is bright. It's hard to see," Bestialán said as he peered cruelly into the messenger's eyes. "No one will know about this. See that you remember that."

The young messenger nodded his head in fear and ran off quickly into the woods. Bestialán re-sheathed his dagger and continued toward his dwelling in a slow, steady pace. His home was not that far. He came upon the location not much time later where two men stood waiting for him. The men motioned for Bestialán to follow them through many rooms and halls until they appeared at the entrance of a room.

"The catch is in there,” one of the men said to Bestialán as he pointed towards the door. “But what you might like to know is the catch was found in the woods with this…”

The two men stepped aside revealing a small boy behind them. The boy looked up at Bestialán as he shook in fear. Anger began to rise inside Bestialán. He grabbed the boy firmly by the arm and began to drag him away from the room. As soon as a stone’s cast difference was between he and the room. Bestialán stopped and moved the boy in front of him.

“Carnen, what do you think you are doing?” Bestialán yelled. Carnen began to explain how he had been found with the catch, but Bestialán stopped him before he could barely utter a sentence.

“You know what, Carnen,” he began,” I don’t even want to hear your excuses. Just get yourself home before you cause even more trouble.”

“But father,” Carnen protested.

“But nothing, now go!” Bestialán yelled.

“But where are you going, father?” asked Carnen.

“I’m going to see about this “catch”. And what’s with all this ‘father’ business? I told you to call me ‘Sir’. Now get home, and tell your mother to punish you twice as much
this time.”

Carnen bit his lip in anger. “Well, it’s not like you’d ever know if I didn’t tell her!” he yelled as his father began to walk away. “You’re never home enough to know anything that happens. You probably don’t even remembered what today is. It’s mother’s birthday! That’s why I was in the woods today. I was coming to find you!!”

Carnen ran off down the long hall before Bestialán could reply. Bestialán walked back towards the room that was holding "the catch" being neither affected, nor moved by his only son's words.