[IC] Over the Misty Mountains [LOTR] [Hobbit]

[13org]

"Many thanks to you."
The little elf said to Agarwaen. He couldn't help but feel happy to have helped her. She was too young and too unprepared to be alone, but before he could say anything, the little elf was already running away to the road.
Things were too dangerous around here, and he couldn't even think in what Darcyn and the others would do with that small elf girl if they saw her. He was about to follow the girl, but something was limping into his direction... It was Darcyn... or what was left of him. The man was in a terrible state, hurt, bleeding, limping, dirty and his eyes were showing only madness.

"-Damned pointy eared wench! Fleeing ter yer safe lil' forests whenever danger shows up! Cowardly tippy women with not a man among your lot! Cower in you cities while the rest of us bleed 'n die!" The despicable man started shouting to him. If his words had been different, Agarwaen would simply ignore, but those words were not only directed to him, but to his entire race.

As the crazy man limped towards him, brandishing his sword in his direction, Agarwaen's eyes changed. He could no longer tolerate that disrespect towards himself and his race. With piercing eyes he dodged Darcyn's wild swings, filled with rage. Trained warriors and swordsmen know that swinging your sword while lost in rage, means certain death.
Easily dodging his inaccurate swings, he punched Darcyn's stomach. His eyes were bristling with rage as he spoke:

"You shouldn't speak about what you don't know. I went to the forest to protect someone. Guarding the camp was YOUR responsibility, and yet you failed miserably at it, and you still have the courage to blame someone else for your mistakes?!" he spoke in a very menacing tone, very different from his usual calm and smooth voice.

"You are a failure not only as a warrior, but as a man, as a living being. You are worthless." he said, almost spitting the last word.

"If you insult or bother anyone else, be it a Dwarf, a Human, a Haradim or an Elf..." he said, quickly getting an arrow out of his quiver and pointing it to his throat, pressing it against it.
"I will hunt you down." he whispered to the man.

The second he saw the Haradim approaching them, he moved away from Darcyn, calming himself down and trying to find the elf girl.
"I need to find her... She will get herself in trouble if she keeps walking around alone..." he thought to himself

As the Haradim woman kept walked towards Agarwaen, he turned to her, carefully watching her movements. He didn't knew if she was there to help Darcyn and would attack him or if she was there to "control" Darcyn.

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Theorcs blow did not connect as one of the dwarves intercepted the blow. Knocking the knife aside with a shield and crushing the vile creature's head in with a mighty blow from his warhammer. Giving no time for thanks to be offered the dwarves of the caravan thundered after the retreating orcs. Wanting to vanquish the foe of their race for good. If there was one creature that could bring all races to a quick agreeent, it was orcs and Sauron's vile creations. For the dark shadow of Mordor was a blight uppn the land and everyone well knew the shadow was netter faced together than alone. The weepong mother helped Ireth to her feet plying the young woman with many tokens of gratitudes. Her child clinging to her and bawling. Leading the young woman off to the side and the embers of a near dead fore, she left here there to pull dead from the carnage. Another woman just as dressed and in fair enough likeness to kin, perhaps sister, to the mother she had helped began to see to her wounds and forcing many a luke warmed brew into Ireth's hands tp be drunk.

Darcyn sputtered and cursed fouly but he had stopped brandishing his sword about. Turning about he stormed towards the came spatting in the Harad woman's direction. "Flithy heathen wench." No doubt he would nurse his wounded ego until he came about to a way pf thinking he was in the clear and the elf was all to blame. Though perhaps it would be the woman or the dwarves. Or Giles Wigby the master of thr caravan himself. Yes, Darcyn was a man of stout resolve that he was what the world was about.

As Agarwaen turned about he would see a faint trail left on the puddled and musdied ground. Swiftly heading to the road. For all the young elf was young, she stood roughly up to his chest. If not a tad shorter. But with the familiar cloak and her voice. He would not have been admist in linking it to a young lad who was with the caravan. Lathranien well knew these things and was truely hurryong for the road so she could perhaps escape the elf's notice.