Thread:Aramirtheranger/@comment-25344655-20150816021902/@comment-26863727-20150904013212

"You'll be okay, you'll be okay, you'll be..." Adanak's reassurance trailed off as he saw the crouched figure pointing a longbow at him. "Halt! State your names and your business in the Realm of Gondor!" The figure demanded. "I am Adanak, and this is Arlis. We are travelers, and we're attacked by a pack of Wargs as well as many Orcs. We lost one of our group, our horses, and Arlis is in shock. We need to get to Lamedon." Adanak said. "Adanak, as in the son of Âdûnâhk?" The figure asked. Adanak considered making up a false surname, but he knew for a fact that 'Adanak' was a name only he had: his father had said to him on numerous occasions that he had simply made up the name, liking how it sounded. Mentally cursing his mistake, he realized he could only own up to the fact that, yes, he was the son of the well-known Umbaran. "Yes." He said. The figure's hand snapped upwards and Adanak thought he was going to draw an arrow and shoot, but instead he made a hand signal, and about forty other cloaked and lightly armored Gondorians emerged form the trees. "What are we to do with them, Captain Arahad?" One asked. "Bind the man's hands and feet and place a blindfold over his eyes, but only bind the hands of the woman, and take care of her during the journey, Ithrod." Arahad said.