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| Battle of Hurin City [Part 3]; Arrival of Quendi | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 6 2013, 04:00 PM (412 Views) | |
| The Templar | Jul 6 2013, 04:00 PM Post #1 |
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It was already daylight, and the ruins of Hurin were far distant away from the encampment of the remained surviving defenders of the ruined city. Balian walked down between the tents and he heard almost everything in the air, the screams and groans of pain and suffering. Wounded soldiers were treated by physicians and healing mages in almost every tent, the Wayfarer heard that some of them are not going to make it through. Even though they will make it through, no doubt they will be sent back to Fortress of Arnor for resting and healing until they are fit to fight once more. In his opinion, the retreat from Hurin is not act of cowardice but wise… Silverfang saved most of his soldiers from the bloody carnage and possibly this is his method; Retreat to live and fight at another day. Regardless of that, Balian received news that warriors from House of Ithil and Eorling are heading to the encampment from Fort Greymoor and he had no doubt that their leader Ravor is not pleased about the barbarians’ invasion of Hurin and the retreat of Silverfang’s forces. As he approaching the general’s tent, Balian heard some conversations in there and the strategies to retaking Hurin had begun. He took his deep breath while walking into the tent. ”The barbarians had their garrisons around Hurin, retaking the ruins will be a great challenge.” Silverfang discussed with his elven military officer and a human ranger captain. Three of them were facing the map of Hurin on the table and there were some miniatures on it, these shown the young Wayfarer about the positions of both sides. ”What about we strike through western side of Hurin? I remember that there’s an opening there, I can lead my fellow rangers there.” the human ranger captain said while pointing his finger at the map but the werewolf general shook his head in disagreement, ”Too risky, captain. My scouts reported that the barbarians already set up their archers around the bulwarks of Hurin and they have a perfect advantage, even though you are a ranger with skills of a bow… It will be a slaughter.” Silverfang said grimly as he turning his attention away from the map and looked through the entrance of the tent, the ruins of Hurin is right there in his eyes. Suddenly, a soldier came in and saluted to the general. ”Sir, Lord Ravor and the reinforcement are here and he wishes to-“ before the soldier could report fully, an armor-clad man barged into the tent and he took off his Eorling helm… Ravor. Ravor is the commander of Fort Greymoor and he is a veteran warrior from House of Eorling. He was blonde and tall with blue eyes while his beard almost covered his mouth. Ravor is also cousin to the Wayfarers commander Emer who is also came from House of Eorling. He is passionate and brave as well as reckless and hot-temper, Emer did not like him for his bravado attitude. ”Silverfang! How could you let the barbarians took over Hurin?!” the grizzled Eorling warrior walked towards to Silverfang furiously and this is not going to be good scenery of a view. Silverfang paid no heed to Ravor’s rant but he turned his head towards to the veteran warrior with ease. ”Their numbers are far too great than ours, retreating back from there is the best way to save my men.” the werewolf general said calmly to the warrior while heading back towards to the map on the table. Ravor is still not satisfied with that and he followed Silverfang from behind while holding his helmet with his hand. ”That’s your plan?! I’ve brought my warriors from Greymoor! Let us launch the attack now!” Ravor shouted while slamming his fist onto the table, Balian said nothing but shook his head in silence. This time Silverfang fed up with the Eorling warrior, he grabbed the goblet from the table and tossed it at Ravor, it’s missed its target. ”I’m the general who in charge on this operation and giving commands around here! Not you! And I’m not sending your warriors into suicide attack on Hurin! If you want to, go charge towards the barbarians with that bravado of yours!” Silverfang shouted and snarled with his fangs visible, it is not the best way to start an argument or a fight with a bitkavlk… It will not be a happy-ending. Balian quickly stepped between the two veterans in order to prevent the scene from getting worse. ”My lords, please! It is useless that we fighting with each other here while our enemies mocking and taunting at us!” he told them briefly as he breaking up the two from fighting. Silverfang said nothing while Ravor nodded and bowed a little to the young Wayfarer, it seemed that Ravor know who he is. ”My apologies, Prince Eldarion… It’s just I hate our beloved Hurin fall into the enemy hands.” the Eorling veteran took a few steps back away from the werewolf general and the Wayfarer, his expression were changed from anger to guilt… everyone had stress about what happened today. ”I know we all wanted to retake Hurin but attacking directly will be a suicide deed, is there any way that we can slip past into the ruins?” the young Wayfarer asked Silverfang, there is a brief of silence around the tent. If there is no way to retaking the ruins, how will they win this war? Hurin is the only way to the heavily fortified Lahadar fortress… where the last battle will take place. ”There is one way…” a woman’s voice were heard from outside of the tent and everyone looked on. A hooded and cloaked woman, white hair and purplish skin with some war paint on her face. A bow of Vahran and quiver of arrows were hanging across her back, she pulled down her hood and revealed herself as a Quendi or shadow elf to the generals and the young Wayfarer. It is rare to saw a Quendi and they are well-known for their alluring appearance as well as subtlety. Unlike their cousins Noldorin, most of the Quendi elves were skilled assassins and they were employed to defend Pergrande from threats through shadows and deceit. ”Fyndra Nightstalker… Your presence told me that it is to see you again, old friend. Come back from Eastern Front?” Silverfang shook his hand with Fyndra who were smiled back to the bitkavlk general, both Balian and Ravor bowed down their heads to her in silent. Fyndra Nightstalker is one of the companions who accompanied King Elessar against the barbarians during First Northern War and she is also Balian’s teacher in archery as well. Fyndra saw the young Wayfarer and directly approached him, Balian did not dare to look at her in the eyes due to her revealing leather armor. ”Tyulma…” Balian addressed her honorifically but still, he was blushing of her presence. Without any haste, Fyndra clasped her hands onto Balian’s face and squished his cheeks with them in glee. ”Awww my cute little Randir have grown into another young Elessar, just like Undomiel predicted~ Let this teacher of yours hug you like a bear cub for a while~” she said cheerfully and hugged him as if he was her younger brother, that made Balian more even nervous while Silverfang and Ravor looked amusingly at the two. ”Teacher please! I’m no longer a child who used to running around with you in Nandor!” Balian stammered and Fyndra released him from her hug, she ruffled his hair and pinching his cheek playfully while chuckling in amusement. When he was a child, Balian often played along with Fyndra who were a captain of Quendi rangers in Nandor, mostly hide and seek. After reaching his certain age, Fyndra trained him in the ways of archery as well as the way in the woods. ”Won’t be fun if I’m not teasing you around here Randir, and to your question earlier… There is a way to enter Hurin without alerting the barbarians.” Fyndra turned serious as she approaching the map and pointing her finger on it, ”There’s a hidden passage at the waterfalls which is south east of our encampment, which leads to central of Hurin.” the Quendi ranger said to the others and all of them immediately looked the map and the elven officer looked at Fyndra with his worried look. ”My ladyship, did you mean the Hall Passages of Nienor? I thought it was haunted after our war against Zeref.” he told the Quendi ranger. The Hall Passages of Nienor, it rumored that the place is haunted and it was a bloody conflict in there during Zeref’s reign. It is said that some adventurers went in there and never return, so no one will go there anymore due to the incident. ”I’ve been there after the First Northern War, lieutenant. There is no spirits lingered around but ancient traps, I have to disarm them myself back then… I’ve suffered few wounds too.” Fyndra said briefly as she shown her scars across her left arm to the officers and the young Wayfarer. She did mentioned about that when he was a child, Fyndra advised him that being fearless and brave do not mean that you’re invincible, a price must be paid for it. ”You’ll be leading some companions through that passage no doubt… how many of my men you want in order to get towards the central of Hurin?” Silverfang asked her. ”A mixed company of your werewolves as well as rangers from Vahran and Mistmire will be enough. We will strike tonight and we’ll take care of the archers. Once you started to hear some screaming inside, charge in.” she said briefly to Silverfang and left the table, beckoning Balian to follow her. The young Wayfarer quickly followed her from behind like an obedient wolf pup, or should say an adolescent wolf which is still fresh in hunting. ”I need you come with us, just wanted to see how my little Randir manage in a fight against the enemies. And you’re a Wayfarer after all.” Fyndra smiled towards to her former pupil and Balian scratched his hair with his hand while smiling sheepishly. It’s been a while that they did not walk together, Balian rarely saw her after his first day to join the Templars and becoming the Wayfarer. ”Bring back a lot of memories, isn’t it? Walking together again, but the difference is you’re taller than me now.” Fyndra said to Balian while cling her arm around his shoulders, then a mischievous smile went across her face. ”Got any particular melisse in your mind, Randir?” she asked him and that question immediately startled Balian from his focus. Melisse meant girlfriend or female lover in elven language in Pergrande and that, Balian still have not got one because he is still nervous about it. ”By the Ainur! No! I… still don’t have one.” he said with his nervous tone while looking away from his Quendi teacher, Fyndra gave out a small laughter then she pinched on Balian’s ear gently. ”Umma dela, Randir… Eventually you’ll stumble across one this year or… in a next few years,” she said with her grim smile, Balian have no doubt that Fyndra still missed someone whom she lost during the First Northern War. He said nothing but continue to walk alongside with his teacher, and he needed a good rest before proceed to the Hall Passages of Nienor tonight. Edited by The Templar, Jul 6 2013, 04:01 PM.
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