Lefwin lay awake wondering why he was in Annúminas. He had not come to collect any of the bounties that were on offer, no he realised he had come for one reason and one reason only. He was here for her and only her. Lying there he let his mind drift back to the first time he really saw her, she was sitting alone at a table in the Pony. Something about her just resonated within him almost immediately. She was beautiful with her dark skin and hair, her awkward accent this made her so alluring. Love or infatuation who knows all Lefwin knew was he wanted to be with her, to be around her.
He had used the excuse at the beginning of her friends needing his services but as the days went by his feeling grew more for her but he said nothing. But you know how things work and it would seem he missed his chance as one day someone new had arrived and he could feel the subtle changes. Lefwin was not totally blind he saw how she looked at Pedhir their little interactions of affection. I guess love is a fickle thing.
Then the journey began but some of her friends did not accompany her, only Cat joined for a short time. Pedhir and Cat seemed to be getting along just fine, maybe he had read too much into what he was seeing. The man said he had no feelings for her and yet he took offence every time Lefwin flirted with her.
And then his awkward talk with Lady Sinda. It had taken him by surprise as he had not openly confessed any feelings towards her or had he?
And what was that all about her using him, it was not the first time he had heard that on this trip. Pedhir had mentioned it to him in the Wildwoods, in fact, her words were almost word for what he had said to him - Look elsewhere for love and don’t let her use your feelings for her own gain.
He was tired of everyone looking at him and seeing a boy, he was a man for fuck sake. He had killed people, chased down rebel Angmarim, killed countless orcs and wargs and yet all everyone ever sees is his boyish looks.
Lefwin had been in love once, she was a very beautiful girl but he messed it up. Couldn't keep his promise to her. His restless urge to hunt, the rush of combat, the feeling when you drive home your blade and watch as the light fades.
Maybe the rangers were correct. Maybe something was broken inside him. Maybe he did enjoy ‘it’ too much, surely he had killed enough of them to consider his revenge complete.
Lefwin woke from his uneasy night’s sleep, his head full of nonsense.
Donning his armour he joined the other two at the camp's fire. Having made it all the way to Rangers camp in Annúminas it was time for the real work to begin so that morning around the campfire the discussion turned to what course of action was needed next. Some of the local rangers had been talking about a tomb that the Angmarim had discovered, Lady Sinda wanted to get in there first and see if what she was looking for was hidden in there as she was concerned about what would happen if the Angmarim found it first.
They say that tombs are for the dead well they are fucking liars all of them. What we walked into was a shit storm, yes okay some were dead but not dead or undead if you catch my meaning.
Lefwin moved, swayed, even skipped around the mass of swing blades, then one got lucky so bringing up his shield he deflected the blow to one side. This however created the opening the little sneaky bastard was waiting for, darting in he struck with two quick blows. One was a deep cut across Lefwin’s ribs, the second a blade plunged deep into his side.
Lefwin, in pain but not slowing down his attack whipped the blade across his target’s chest, allowing his momentum to swing him to face his attacker and driving his blade into his throat. Dropping to a knee he quickly looked around to see if Sinda or Pedhir had noticed as he did not need them to come running to his aid. Coughing he could taste the blood in his mouth. They needed to end this battle quickly as the odds were stacking up against them. Then Sinda bumped into a hanging star and the large curtain on the far end of the corridor moved. Quickly she pulled on it again harder, the curtain opened revealing golden sunlight. The sun touched the undead enemy and there was an audible sizzling sound, our special weapons biting deeper into them. Soon they were falling and not getting back up. The battle began to swing in our favour all the while blood slowly flowed out of his wounds and down his leg, puddling in his boot. Battling both the pain and the enemy, Lefwin threw himself into every attack. He could not let anything happen to Pedhir as it would break Sinda, he was sure of that.
Finding only death if they stayed any longer Lady Sinda decided they should leave as dying there would help no one.
The group managed to get back to the camp they had set up with the Rangers.
Lefwin was not able to keep his pain in check and let out an audible groan as he collapsed into a sitting position.
His groan did not go unnoticed as both Sinda and Pedhir rushed to aid. Sinda now up close could see his blood-soaked clothing. Cursing she made him lie down then turning to Pedhir her eyes showing concern, called for the camp healer.
Lefwin slipped to the ground, clutching Sinda’s hand.
Calling over the camp healer, he started his examination of the wounds, Lefwin’s life now hung in the balance
