Board Thread:Fan Fiction/@comment-26295802-20170424021102

Imrahil? Please, Imrahil, it's okay. Just lie back down, and try to calm down. No sir, I'm not a Serpent Warrior. I'm your friend, sir. It's me. Travian. Your squire. Please just try to relax sir. I'm your friend. The war has been over for years now.



Eredan, would you get over here? Imrahil's had another nightmare, and he doesn't want to calm down.

There we go. Sir, for the last time, I'm not a Haradrim soldier. The war is over now. It has been for five years. Uh, yes sir, we won. No, sir, Denethor doesn't rule anymore. King Elessar, remember? That's right sir, victory on the Fields of Cormallen. Yes sir, the one with lots of grass and trees. Uh, I'm not sure if I particularly remember a Pelagirian barmaid. Yes, I suppose there might have been one.

You want to order Lord Belegost to reinforce Tarnost? Sir, that's not necessary. The war is over. You already gave and executed that order six years ago. Uh, yeah, I think it did work out, now that you ask. Yes sir, a brilliant tactical decision. I'm very proud of you.

Are you okay, sir? You seem to be shaking a lot. Uh, I don't think so sir, it's the middle of summer. I'll tell you what, why don't I talk about the old days? Back when The War was in full swing. Yes sir, I mean past tense. I believe I already clarified that the war is over.

Your leg? No sir, I didn't cut off your leg. You remember how you lost your leg, don't you? No sir, this was a long time ago. Seven years, I think. During the Third Overland Campaign. Uh, yes sir, there was a lot of blood.



The Umbarian Army attacked us. They landed west of Linhir and marched north along The Tarnost Highway. But they had to break west off the road to turn towards Dol Amroth. Mud? Yes sir, there was lots and lots of mud. It's understandable that's all you remember. It had been raining for weeks and weeks, sir. The mud was so thick that our famous cavalry couldn't maneuver, and we had to dismount. Yes sir, even you.



Well, without our horses, we were easily out-fought by the fierce Umbarian infantry. They completely routed us. Yes sir, I mean completely. Every man that wasn't dead in the sea of mud was fleeing towards the Hills of Tarnost. Of course, the same mud made it completely impossible for the Umbarians to pursue, so most of the army was still intact. Uh, no sir, you didn't retreat. I wasn't suggesting you did.

Eredan, would you get back here? Could you get us some whiskey or something? Thank you.



Anyways sir, even as your soldiers retreated around you, you stood firm. Of course, that meant you got completely surrounded by Umbarians. Yes sir, I was there, but I got separated from you during the heat of battle. The Umbarian general, Veantur, personally charged your last bodyguards. Yes sir, you fought him bravely. But while you were distracted, a stray arrow hit you at a weak spot in your armour. Suddenly, me and my remaining men got wind that you had been captured. We led a last-ditch charge into the thinnest part of the Umbarian force, and through some miracle of Iluvitar, fought our way in and out before the Umbarians knew what was happening. You were unconscious and bleeding, sir. You had taken an arrow to the shoulder, an arrow to the leg, and a sword cut to the stomach.



Yes sir, I suppose I saved your life. You're welcome. Really sir, it's fine, you did the same for me many times. Please don't cry, sir. Eredan, could you pour some of that whiskey? Yes, there we go. Drink up, sir.

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<p class="MsoNormal">With you being carried by some of my soldiers, we managed to get away before the Umbarians could pursue, and take you back to Dol Amroth.

<p class="MsoNormal">They had you in surgery for hours. You were grinding your teeth terribly, sweat pouring down your face. I couldn't stand to watch, but I couldn't stand to look away. No sir, you wouldn't remember it, you were very much unconscious at the time. They treated your wounds as well as they could, but they couldn't save your leg. I knew how much you loved your horse Traveler, and I knew that you wouldn't be able to bear not riding it. And I didn't really have anything else to do besides wandering around the Houses of Healing and waiting for you to wake up. So I helped the engineers build you a different kind of leg, one you could use to ride horses. It wasn't much, but when you saw it, you couldn't stop smiling. I'll never forget you lying in that hospital bed, holding that wooden leg and grinning ear to ear. You were so happy to be able to ride again. I think you loved Traveler more then you loved your wife.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Uh, sorry sir, didn't mean bring her up that way. Uh, I was only trying to make a joke, sir. Please don't start crying again.

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<p class="MsoNormal">The Umbarians? No sir, they didn't sack Dol Amroth. Some general by the name of Belegost managed to take the Tarnostian Militia and hold the passes through the Hills of Tarnost for three days while the army regrouped. Yes sir, you promoted him. He's the Lord of Tarnost now.

<p class="MsoNormal">Uh... thank you, sir. I'm proud to served alongside you as well. Very nice of you to say, sir.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Okay, I guess we're hugging now.... alright... <ac_metadata title="The Prince&#039;s Squire" notify_everyone="1492999862"> </ac_metadata>