Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25344655-20141212021751/@comment-67.22.249.68-20141216043453

Erkenbrine stared out the window with Glosur and Aragorn. They were the only three there that were armed. His Elven greatsword (a huge, two-handed sword) was glowing a dull blue. They both watched as the Ringwraiths fell for the fake room, spearing the pillow-hobbits. Erkenbrine was very quiet. There was a power stirring, a power which hadn't been felt since the Alliance of Men and Elves battled the Orcs on the plains of Gorgoroth. And even before that, when he had aided Morgoth...

Aragorn explained to the frightened Hobbits what the Ringwraiths are, with Glosur throwing in some helpful facts. But Erkenbrine said nothing. Aragorn noticed. Once Glosur and the Hobbits fell asleep, Aragorn said

"Why so quiet, friend?"

"I feel an evil rising in the East. Sauron is on the move again."

"That is common knowledge amongst your people. What is really troubling you?"

"Two things. The first: I fear that Gandalf may be in some form of danger. The second: I believe that Sauron may have a Silmaril, and if he does I intend to find and retrieve it."

"Why are you so intent upon retrieving the Silmarils?"

"I want to raise Gondolin from the bottom of the sea and restore it to it's place as the greatest civilization in the world. If I retrieve the Silmarils, maybe the Valar will reward me by granting my wish."

"That is a noble goal, Elf. You wish to see your city and your people restored to their former glory. I wish the very same."

Erkenbrine looked at strider. "You and I are alike, I think."

Strider regarded the Elf. "Yes, I believe we are."

Erkenbrine held out his hand, which Aragorn grasped for a moment. Then the two of them sat side-by-side in the night, keeping vigilant watch until morning.