Nice post Rwhen. Hopefully, others will follow
“Respect” Orodreth tonelessly mumbled with weakness. The entwife had positioned herself at his back to give support while angling himself against the bottom of her trunk. Sandra was kneeling at his side offering him more refreshment from the pouch. He measured Rwhen carefully between sips of water.
“You have twigs and leaves in your wind swept hair, several noticeable snags in your clothes and a toe poking out of that hole in your boot. Unless my eyes are deceiving me I’m sure I saw you slide down a tree then hug it. Why on earth do you think we should?”
“Now Orodreth, don’t be hurtful.” Sandra cut into his uttering before he could speak further.
“Rwhen was fooling when she made that comment. As for the state she is in, well that happened because of her good intentions in trying to find out our location. Besides, she has been very kind and helpful in nursing you and deserves more….Respect!”
A brief silence broke into airily laughter as someone in the group made a comment about going around in a full circle. Orodreth fisted his chest while catching his breath. The ever thoughtful entwife stooped to pat the warrior’s back but misjudged and swung too high cuffing his head instead. She was embarrassingly apologetic to the reddened face looking up at her but it certainly remedied his gasping enough so he could swallow the elixir Rwhen presented him with.
Moments later all appeared nonchalant. The trees stood tall and rustle free. Falmira was to one side taking in the last of the day’s sun. It isn’t often you see a horse standing motionless with its head slightly down and eyes closed. Orodreth had a more tranquil aura about himself now than he did a while ago. Once again he had settled back against the entwife’s stump and was quietly scanning the perimeter through pinched eyes. Sandra suggested they start westward towards the sunset now that Orodreth was awake. Rwhen offered that he ride Falmira until he was more able. They would have to move soon as the day was racing by and it was imperative that they made their next camp before dark.
The two women started to gather the few belongings they had together when an alarming HAAARRROOOMM vibrated through the peaceful air. Hung between disbelief and anger, old willow roared hoarsely at being woken for a second time.
“WHO DISTURBS ME FURTHER?”
“I am a messenger of Erebor and have flown here with news of fresh battle”
“WELL, OUT WITH IT”
The group below had gathered and were eagerly listening. The Raven fluttered its wings and swooped to a lower, less leafy branch squawking decisively in its best Westron tongue.
“Those who fly, spy and tell tales are the source of pandemonium. It began at the time of darkness. One of the Tempest’s lieutenants ordered some of the new recruits, trolls of the highest steep hills I believe, to the winery.” The warbler closed his beak tight as his gaze ferreted into each of them.
“Please, go on” Sandra encouraged him to continue.
“The overseer snaga gave them instructions ‘Take a bottle and fill then cork’ just as one of those nosy crows flew over and misheard, relaying it back to the dark lady’s army as ‘shake and throttle to kill an orc.’ Mutiny was declared and battle commenced immediately with beast attacking beast. Many are dead, many are injured. A blood bath best describes the scene.”
“And Tempest, where is she?”
“At present her exact whereabouts are unknown. She was last seen with a small group of partisans close to the battle area but vanished out of sight soon after.”
“Rumours are rife where the crows fly. They speak of abandonment….Tempests desertion!"