[Phervasaion]

Paladir looked back at Rivendell for one last time as the group made their way out of the gates. He sighed and said “Fair Imladris… Will I ever see you again?” He then turned and caught up with the others who were already making good pace down the bank. They journeyed on and Paladir was looking into the sky at the gathering clouds around them. Suddenly, he heard a whizzing noise and looked to see an arrow soaring through the air, though he did not know who fired it.

Probably one of the elves, he thought to himself as he ran to Arathorn drawing his sword from his battered sheath. “Put away your swords men. There is no Orcs. Elrohir was just…uh…demonstrating his skill. Yes…um…I bet that he couldn’t land an arrow in that tree over there,” Arathorn said, pointing to a tree far away. “And he did so…now he’s won the bet!” Arathorn said, giving Elrohir a piece of gold. Elrohir was blushing. Arathorn was a great man, he thought. “He just saved your hide Elrohir, pay him back!” Elrohir thought, trying to quickly improvise. “Yes, I won. However…uh…my arrow bounced off in the wind. So, Arathorn deserves his money back!” Elrohir said, giving the gold back.

Paladir sheathed his sword and remained quiet until they reached the trollshaws in the evening, when the sun was disappearing behind the hills. Arathorn halted the group in the trees began to speak to the Rangers and Elves about the danger of trolls when, out of the darkness an arrow came and narrowly missed the chieftains head. “Orcs!!” He shouted, as everyone drew their swords and followed him into what may have been their first glorious victory in the growing darkness of middle-Earth. But, when they ran into the darkness the Orcs were already dead… Something else had killed them.

“We are too late! They have been taken!” Owacyn shouted as he looked upon the vile dead Orcs. “What was the cause of their death?” Paladir suddenly asked as he turned towards Elrohir. “It seems,” Elrohir said, “that they were beat to death.” As soon as he said this Paladir heard thumping sounds behind him, and he knew what it was straight away. The company turned around to see numerous trolls walking towards, and surrounding them.

Immediately The Elves and Ranger’s began to fire arrows at the surrounding troll’s. Paladir fixed an arrow and shot at the nearest enemy, but it narrowly missed his head and seemed to make the troll slightly angry. He charged towards Paladir while he was fumbling with another arrow when he suddenly stopped and fell to the ground with a thud in front of Paladir. There was an arrow in the back of his head, and Arathorn was standing behind him with a bow in his hand.

Paladir nodded to him as he unsheathed his two handed broadsword and charged into the fray of battle. He ran to a troll and hewed off its right leg, and as the great monster fell, he finished it by driving his blade into the creature’s neck. The Ranger then shifted himself, narrowly dodging another trolls swing, and with an upward swipe, sliced the neck of the fiend. Paladir knew that his skill lay in hand-to-hand combat, rather than in bow use. He was now side by side with Hanindur, Owacyn and Arathorn as they continued to battle, and win, against any troll that challenged them. The first fight was nearing an end.