flashback

He padded soft along the beach. A rare chance to be alone. The surf sighed its unending music. It was a summer evening. Ryheric was eighteen, and had been sent out on what ought to be an easy night patrol. 

There was a dark haired girl on the beach, visible thanks to the bright moonlight silvering the waves and wet sand alike. She was probably the same age as him. She hauled in a lobster net. The moon was high above, idyllic. 

(Takes place about 5 years ago. Djeru is an older teen.)

Scrambling up from the ground, Djeru made a mad dive, narrowly somersaulting beneath the slow swinging blade of his opponent. The larger man, who bore a great bushy black beard and swung his two handed blade around like a plaything, gave a great bellowing laugh.

"Can't you sit still and fight?" He jeered in the rumbling tongue of the Haradrim. 

The room was fading, darkness surrounding his thoughts. Flashbacks of his family, back in Gondor, they were much younger in these memories, alive even, he could almost touch them. A faint smile came over the old mans face.

His thoughts turned to those in Bree he had met, all of them living life, not a care in the world for Penlard, why would they? He had been gone for weeks, months even. The darkness grew.