(warning, this is old and badly written)
Arthasdir was sitting by a campfire in the midst of the Trollshaws after his attack on a orc encampment that was troubling the elves who live near the misty mountains. He was staring into the fire and smoking some fine dwarf pipe weed, given to him by a dwarf lord that had his favorite ale stolen, he took a breath of smoke and stopped for a second to listen to his surrounding, he heard only the cawing of distant Craban and the crackling of the fire. He then took up his pipe to his lips but before he could take a puff he heard galloping and the sound of running and armour clanging. Arthasdir jumped to his feet, picking up his bow up and notching an arrow and aiming for the trees from where the sound had come. The first thing he saw as he aimed his bow was the glow of torches coming rather quickly over the hill that he looked upon. As he looked closer he saw a horse galloping straight for him. The horse was black in colour and was ladened with traveling bags, as the horse moved to avoid running into a tree,Arthasdir saw a body slumped over in the saddle.He kicked over the kettle that was boiling beside the fire over putting out the flames. Arthasdir then put his hood over his head so that he may conceal himself in the shadows but as the horse got closer he saw the body was wearing the shining gold armour of the Galadhrim. Arthasdir had heard of a Galadhrim scout party being sent through the misty mountains to Rivendell but why one would be on this side of the Trollshaws was unknown to him. He looked to the top of the hill where he saw a warband of orcs charging towards him,there could be seen orcish warg riders and large uruks wielding crossbows. Arthasdir knowing he had no chance taking on a warband single handed ran infront of the galloping horse and said in elvish "slow my friend." As he spoke the horse slowed just enough to allow Arthasdir to swing onto its back then returned to galloping full speed.Ignoring the presumed to be dead elf took hold of the reins steering the horse towards a cabin used by rangers that he knew off in a desperate attempt to escape the orcs. Luckily because of the colour of both the horse and Arthasdir's dark cloak they were unseen as they escaped. As they reached the cabin he slid off the horse and whispered to it in elvish " Be calm", he then unstrapped to elf from the saddle and lay him on the ground. Arthasdir then began to look through the various satchels on the horse, as he looked inside them he found some lambas bread and an elvish dagger. As he was closing the satchel he heard the words "he is named Sinner." Arthasdir spun to see the elf which he had presumed dead looking up at him with blood dipping from his mouth, he knelt beside the elf holding his head and whispered "I will look after him friend, now sleep brother." As those final words were said the elfs closed his eyes and let death take him. Arthasdir kissed the elf's forehead then stood and stroked Sinner.
