Two Elven guards threw Thendryt headfirst into the wall of a small cell.
Thendryt grunted, reaching for the back of his head as the guards locked the door and walked away.
“A new face in this place? I thought I was going to rot down here alone.” A dark haired Elf was sitting by a small table next to him.
Thendryt ignored him, and stood up. There was a small wooden chair next to him. Thendryt inhaled, and kicked the chair into the iron bars. Wooden pieces flew everywhere as the chair made contact with the door. The Elf effortlessly caught a small piece of wood flying towards him.
“Friendly one as well.”
Thendryt snorted, and turned away. He climbed the top bed and sat down, casually. The Elf was smirking, but it didn’t bother him.
“How long have you been in here then?” Thendryt asked, as he wiped some blood off his face.
“About a week?” The Elf replied, resting his head against the wall behind him.
“I didn’t know they caged Elves as well, you must have pissed them off royally.”
“They do.” The Elf said, unconcerned. “Especially if you beat a fellow hunter near the brink for stealing your kill.”
Thendryt snorted again, and lied down on the bed.
“That’s why you don’t bring others with you.”
“I didn’t bring another with me. He was tracking the same thing as me.” The Elf snapped. “I wounded it, and he ended its life when it should have been me!” The Elf’s fist crashed down on the table.
“Thing?”
“Warg.” The Elf spat the name out.
“Well, I’m not interested in Wargs. So don’t worry.”
“Good.” The Elf nodded. “Why are you here then?”
“I sent First Marshal Grimbeld flying.” Thendryt replied, and chuckled.
The Elf stared at him a moment, before a small smile formed on his face. ‘
“You sent that fool flying? How? Why?” A laugh escaped the Elf.
“You know him?”
“I know everyone here. Apart from you.”
“Aaah.” Thendryt began. “It was beautiful, the look on his face. Like he was looking for his mother to come and rescue him. Privileged bastard.”
“Many of the Marshals are like that.” The Elf nodded.
“Haven’t met any Marshal who aren’t.” Thendryt said. “What’s your rank anyway?
The Elf chuckled.
“Second Marshal.”
“Nice try.” Thendryt replied.
The dark haired Elf reached into his tunic and took out a badge, and threw it at Thendryt.
Thendryt looked at it, and threw it back.
“Fair enough.” Thendryt shifted. “I guess you won’t have that badge for long if you keep ending up down here.”
“Perhaps. But it’s not the first time I’ve been down here.”
“Well, if you’re going to beat up every soldier in the Coldfells who kills a warg you might as well live down here.”
“That hunter knew about me and my dealings with the wargs. It’s his own fault.”
“If you say so, Elf.”
“So what was the reason you sent Grimbeld flying?”
“I found his face annoying.” Thendryt replied. “He had a fly on his chin. I slipped. I mistook him for an Orc. Take your pick.”
“That the best you can come up with?” The Elf said. “He’s too skinny to be an orc.”
“Ugly enough though.”
“True, true.” The Elf waited a moment before continuing. “What’s your own rank? Must be low since I haven’t seen you here before.”
“I was never really appointed a rank, since I’m technically not part of the forces here.”
“Oh?”
“I was here per request of Imladris, I suppose.”
“Why would Imladris send a Man? Last I checked, it was an Elven refuge.”
“Ever heard of the Warband?”
“The Warband…?” The Elf gave him a confused look.
“Not been around for a while, have you? The Warband is-“ Thendryt stopped himself, and a cold chuckle escaped him. “Was, a Warband created by Elrond to see to Imladris’ defenses. Apparently it’s been disbanded, which is the reason I’m really down here.”
“Disbanded? Why?”
“Who knows. Don’t worry, you still outrank me. For now.”
“I do not care for ranks, Man. But you still have a long way to go before you catch up to me.”
“Rank doesn’t interest me. As long as I please to the Angmarim, I couldn’t care less.”
“Did they steal you sword or something?” The Elf asked.
“Did the wargs piss on your boots or something?” Thendryt replied, coldly.
Tension filled the air, and the two remained silent.
“Thendryt Morson.” Thendryt said, after a few minutes.
“Razilion Faroth.” The Elf replied.
