[Arry]

The tent flap was thrust back hurriedly as Rôsgollo made his way from the tent. Renedwen had agreed to keep Gilly with her while he was away. The youngster had fretted at his leaving, but was reassured in the arms of the woman. Rôsgollo had kissed him lightly on the forehead before leaving him with a piece of sweet waybread. ‘I will return, little one. Until then enjoy the company of your new friends.’ His hand went up to smooth back the fine hair from the boy’s face. He bowed slightly to Renedwen, thanking her once again for her help.

Gaeredhel waited outside the tent. ‘It is done,’ Rôsgollo said. He was starting off when his brother touched his arm. We need to go back to the tent. The horses are packed; Angore awaits us just beyond the perimeter. He has already found the tracks for us to follow from the camp. Let us hasten. Gaeredhel moved toward where their fellow guard waited, his brother following close behind.

It was then that Faerim spoke up, presenting his request and then his argument to the brothers. Gaeredhel was impatient with the intrusion, but Rôsgollo heard the young man out. Here, at least, was one of the Second Born willing to put himself forward to aid them. And he seemed so eager, the looks he cast at them trying to pick up on any approval of his offer. Rôsgollo could barely suppress a smile, despite the gravity of the situation.

Do not be hasty with him, brother. He is much as you were. Gaeredhel’s brows rose at this comment. But Rôsgollo continued. He is eager to play in the grim game of battle. To wield his blade again against the present foe.

Pah! Young fool! Gaeredhel could not help smiling, though his brother’s words were dark. Then let him come with us. Gaeredhel gave his brother a sly look. But since you seem to be his champion at the moment . . . He paused and gave his brother a considering look Indeed the champion of the young and lost of this ragged band of men . . .then, you may keep watch over him.

Rôsgollo turned his gaze to Faerim. I think he will acquit himself well . . . despite your doubts. It should not be much work.

Gaeredhel laughed abruptly, startling the few passersby near the little group. ‘Oh, I will remember your words, brother!’

Faerim looked at the Elves wondering at what seemed to have passed between them. Rôsgollo motioned him to follow along with them as they made for the perimeter of the camp. ‘Gather your gear quickly, Faerim. We will take you up on your offer. Bring the extra horses. Meet us there,’ he said lifting his chin toward the edge of the camp where the Orcs had entered. ‘We will wait for you for a space of time. Angóre has already gone ahead following the trail. We will meet with him at mid-day.’ He stopped for a moment and looked at the young man. ‘Go now. Hurry. We will not wait long . . .’