Raefindan
The oily merchant turned scarlet in his wrath. He turned on the mercenary leader. "You cannot just give them up! This is about justice!"
"These are Elves, fool. They have won this battle. There will be another chance. Later." He turned his horse and kicked its sides, galloping away. His men followed quickly after. The fat and thin merchants watched the oily one, glancing nervously at the Elves.
"Blast and smite it all! I will have you yet, you little scoundrel!" The oily merchant turned his horse away and the other two followed.
"These two need to ride," said Amroth. "What are your names?" Raefindan, Ravion, and Erundil introduced themselves, as did Aeron and Gwyllion. The two Elves naming themselves Erebemlin and Taitheneb; the men were Liornung, Ædegard, and Nethwador. "I am Amroth."
"Amroth?" Raefindan asked. "But you died at sea." Now, how did he know that? "Or have you been reborn?" And how did he know of that possibility? From books! That was it! He had read about this Amroth! He kept that to himself for the moment.
"We will talk of such things later," Amroth replied. "Raefindan, take Aeron, and Ravion, take Gwyllion."
"I'm not riding with him!" Aeron shouted. "He betrayed me!"
"What? How?" asked Amroth.
"He let them have us without a fight!"
"You were greatly outnumbered. He did wisely."
"I don't care! He should have done something! At any rate, I'm not riding with him."
"Erundil?" Raefindan asked. "Will you take Aeron?"
Erundil nodded. Aeron and Gwyllion clambered on their respectively assigned mounts, and they headed back to the two women; who were nowhere to be seen.
"They were following us, were they not?" asked Liornung. None answered him. Erundil called Ravion to the front of the group, and asked the others to stay back as they traced the ground they had passed over. It was a short while later that Erundil raised his hand.
"They stood here last!"
Ravion came over. They studied the area together and reported back to the others what they had discerned. The two women had been walking, but had fallen to the ground. Their were tracks of four others, seemingly barefoot, and smaller than men. The footprints were heavier going back to the swamp than coming.
Erebemlin had them show him what they had found, and studied the ground himself. At last he rose and said, "There was an Elf with the four smaller ones. His fëa passed here."
"The one who opposes us!" cried Amroth. "To the swamp!"
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