Turthol was a fool! But, it was too late now. Shoot the horses? What better way to infuriate these men more? Even if they prooved they were not murderers, they'd still be hung. To the Rohirrim, even if they did not kill a man, they had killed some of the most precious beasts in this land. Horses. Why? Was the man losing his mind? He had always acted strangely, and roughly, and Tareth had heard the story of the 'murders'. But Tareth agreed with Turthol there, those weren't murders. Tareth shook his head. They could have just fled, they had had a head start, and they were all fair riders.
Then Enien rode up to the charging men, bringing down one. She almost seemed to ignore the others, and Tareth was ready to charge out there himself to keep her from getting killed. But, she swiftly pulled the man onto her horse and rode back. "Have mercy," the man kept saying. Sweat beaded on his forhead, and he shivered in fear. Enien was threatening to kill him, and it surprised Tareth. Surely, of all people... "Im not going to kill him!" she said to Rave, relieving Tareth along with her. She had, after all, been the one to call Turthol a murderer! It was Rave's turn, and she was taking the calm aproach. "Please, tell me, why do you think that is is us who killed this child? and please tell them to pull back so none of them have to die, many of these people have killed before." Tareth decided to put in his own words. "Were you told?" he began, "Did you come charging after us because someone told you that we killed someone? How could we get away with that?" His voice was harsh, and he was almost yelling. He had to calm down, this was no way to get answers. Softening his voice, he continued, "We did not kill anyone, though we are very sorry for the death of the horses..." He shot a glance at Turthol, sighing.
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