This time was different.
Thendryt had been back to Ost Ringdyr several times during the past three months, but the stationed soldiers usually avoided him. This time was different.
Thendryt dismounted Bovad in the middle of the courtyard, only to be surrounded.
He looked around. He didn’t like the look on their faces. Excitement, fear and spite could be felt in the very air.
Something had changed.
“Ah, Morson.” Thendryt looked up towards the stairs to the main keep. Elves, Dwarves and Men made way for First Marshal Grimbeld as he made his way down the stairs. “Watcher.”
Thendryt remained silent, but kept his gaze fixed upon the First Marshal. Grimbeld wasn’t in a hurry to reach him.
“Tell me, what kind of evil acts did you carry out this time?” His voice was loud, making sure everyone around heard him. Thendryt remained silent.
“Scouts report of maiming, torture, feeding parts of a warg-rider to his own warg-“ Thendryt smiled at that one. That day had been especially good. “And now I learn that you’ve transformed the border of the forest into a Yule blood-fest!” Grimbeld’s seemed to get angrier by each word coming out of his mouth.
“Hanging dead Angmarim in the trees along the border like a Yule tree. These are the actions of a madman!”
“Like it or not Grimbeld, the madman you’re pointing at has gotten more results in three months than you have in three years.” The First Marshal was partly correct. Thendryt had been given free rein to do as he pleased during his time stationed at Ost Ringdyr, and he’d taken advantage of that to take out some long overdue rage on the Angmarim.
“You’re a brute Morson, and I don’t care much for keeping you in check.”
“Lucky for you, you don’t have the authority.” Thendryt turned away and started leading Bovad towards the stables.
“Oh, but I do.” Thendryt stopped and turned his head slightly. Grimbeld took out scroll, and read out loud.
“The Warband of Imladris is hereby disbanded, effective immediately. All members are relieved of duty and released from their Oaths.” A most satisfied grin formed on the Man’s face.
Thendryt let go of Bavad’s reins and walked over towards the First Marshal, snatching the scroll from his hands.
To members of the Warband.
The Warband of Imladris is hereby disbanded, effective immediately.
All members are relieved of duty and released from their Oaths.
All former members has the gratitude of myself and Imladris for their years of service.
Elrond Halfelven
Grimbeld's grin grew even larger. Thendryt lifted his head and closed his eyes. He exhaled and untied his cloak. Wet from the rain, it was heavy and held him back. Before the cloak had fallen to the ground Thendryt’s gauntlet was flying towards Grimbeld. He hit the First Marshal in the jaw and sent him flying across the courtyard.
The entire courtyard turned into chaos. Thendryt found himself in the middle, fending off hands trying to restrain him. Eventually Elves moved in to assist and Thendryt found himself on his knees, firmly held in place.
Feeling surprisingly hollow, Thendryt threw a glance up at the keep. Captain-General Lainedhel turning around and walking away was the last thing he saw before they dragged him towards the dungeons.
