”They’re pushing the Hoarwell.” The tall Elf said, and pointed to the map. “If you were wondering.”
“Any particular reason you’ve summon me, Tordúr?” Thendryt said, folding his arms as he awaited the Captain-General’s answer.
Tordúr gave him an annoyed look as he rose from the map table.
“Yes, Watcher, there is. I saw the spectacle in the plaza, I believe congratulations are in order. The Warband is known throughout the garrison and it’s a pleasure to have one so close by.”
“We both know one Man is not going to win a war.”
“Still.” The Elf nodded. “Can’t hurt to have you around. For morale, if nothing else.”
Thendryt remained silent.
“I need to ask.” Tordúr watched him intently. “What is your plan?”
“My plan?” Thendryt raised an eyebrow. “Why do you think I have a plan?”
“Don’t play games with me, Watcher. You’ve left a trail of Angmarim blood around these parts for quite some time.” The Elf pointed at Thendryt. “And that was before you were even tasked to do so.”
Thendryt smiled.
“So I’ll ask again, what is your plan?”
Thendryt was quiet for a moment before answering.
“I plan to put them on display.”
“Display?”
“Aye, display.” Thendryt casually placed both his hands behind his back. “I’ll show them what happens when they cross the Hoarwell. I’ll teach them to fear the darkness of this forest.”
“Lord Elronds lands are surely not dark?”
“They are when I’m in them.” Thendryt eyes were grim when he met Tordúr’s.
The Captain-General shook his head.
“Had it been any other, I’d have thought them insane.” Tordúr sat down in his chair. “But you’ve proven your worth before, and you’re a member of my Lord Elrond’s Warband. However, I don’t need-“
A knock on the door interrupted the Elf.
“Come in.”
“Enter.” A brown-haired Elf entered and saluted the Captain-General. He then walked over to Thendryt and handed him two scrolls.
“O Imladris, Tirn Nín.” The Elf said, bowed and left.
Thendryt stood with the two scrolls in his hand and stared at Tordúr.
“Imladris, what?” Tordúr laughed at him.
“From Imladris, my Watcher. I thought you spoke some Sindarin?”
Thendryt grunted slightly as he opened the first scroll, sealed with a blue tie.
I send this letter to the warriors of Imladris to inform them of the return of Forostel and myself, Faorie.
Thendryt tore the paper apart and threw it into the empty fireplace.
“Not to your liking?” Tordúr asked, raising an eye brow.
“Doesn’t concern me.” Thendryt simply replied as he broke the seal of the second scroll.
“As I was saying, about your involvement in this region. I’m well aware that your presence would prove to be a boost in morale to our troops, especially certain Men and Elves. I’d like you to not be a complete stranger to this fortress, nor the keeps in the region.”
Thendryt remained quiet as he read, not answering the Elf until he was finished. When he was, he looked up at the Elf.
“Your terms are acceptable. Fair enough, I’ll make sure to check in regularly. If I’m not preoccupied. Unfortunately, any plans you had for me will have to wait.”
“Wait?”
“I’m being summoned.” Thendryt waved the scroll around as to make a point.
“Can’t say I’m happy to hear that.” Captain-General Tordúr said.
“That makes two of us.”
