Book 3: Chapter 2 - Into the Cold North
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Telurin turns and peers out the door behind them, watching and listening to see if they've been heard and more trouble is coming, or if things are quiet for now.
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The battle was swift, and for the moment the hall back is silent, the hounds remain a sleep, but you aren't sure for how long. So Telurin closes the door nearly all the way, so he can peer out but also shut it at once if need arises.
Freach stand on guard, and Hwalda tends to Hugo, who is in terrible shape himself.
Eysslt moves to her father, pausing to place a hand on Halleth's shoulder, "thank you," she whispers as she kneels before her gasping father. The man is spitting up blood, and his breath is weak and ragged. There is little hope that he may even survive these wounds, and less so here in this terrible place.
Still mercy is a kindness, and for the moment a little kindness in this retched hole is an incredible thing. Father and daughter speak, in low tones, and while you try to not eavesdrop but its hard not to hear them. For a moment sharp words are exchanged, but that is soon over as Daughter speaks of disappointment, Father of regret, and there is a passing understanding shared between the too. In the light of Telurin's silver lamp you see a change come over Heddyn's eyes, the red rage fades and is washed away with tears; tears for his mistakes against his daughter and his people. He takes Essylt's hand with effort, for Halleth has bound him, but the Ranger never manages the gag not while Essylt speaks to him. "I... I have failed so greatly. My daughter, forgive me... I... I don't know how it came to this. Take this.... in the door behind me...." He produces a large iron key from his pocket that he fumbles onto the floor near Halleth's feet as he coughs of a mouth of blood. It is clear, even spared from Halleth's final blow, he will not last much longer. "Forgive me daughter."
Essylt leans over him, tears fall from her check to his as she presses her forehead against his. "I do father, I do." His body gives one last deathrattle then goes limp, and Heddyn the Witch-servant of Angmar expires.
Freach stand on guard, and Hwalda tends to Hugo, who is in terrible shape himself.
Eysslt moves to her father, pausing to place a hand on Halleth's shoulder, "thank you," she whispers as she kneels before her gasping father. The man is spitting up blood, and his breath is weak and ragged. There is little hope that he may even survive these wounds, and less so here in this terrible place.
Still mercy is a kindness, and for the moment a little kindness in this retched hole is an incredible thing. Father and daughter speak, in low tones, and while you try to not eavesdrop but its hard not to hear them. For a moment sharp words are exchanged, but that is soon over as Daughter speaks of disappointment, Father of regret, and there is a passing understanding shared between the too. In the light of Telurin's silver lamp you see a change come over Heddyn's eyes, the red rage fades and is washed away with tears; tears for his mistakes against his daughter and his people. He takes Essylt's hand with effort, for Halleth has bound him, but the Ranger never manages the gag not while Essylt speaks to him. "I... I have failed so greatly. My daughter, forgive me... I... I don't know how it came to this. Take this.... in the door behind me...." He produces a large iron key from his pocket that he fumbles onto the floor near Halleth's feet as he coughs of a mouth of blood. It is clear, even spared from Halleth's final blow, he will not last much longer. "Forgive me daughter."
Essylt leans over him, tears fall from her check to his as she presses her forehead against his. "I do father, I do." His body gives one last deathrattle then goes limp, and Heddyn the Witch-servant of Angmar expires.
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
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Halleth slowly picks up the key and says, "I pray this last good deed he has done makes up for the evil he has done in the past and that his soul finds some peace." Halleth doesn't know how likely that is, but it might give some comfort to Essylt.
He looks over to Telurin and Hartley and asks, "Are we ready?" before cautiously opening the door.
He looks over to Telurin and Hartley and asks, "Are we ready?" before cautiously opening the door.
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Telurin nods to Halleth for sparing the man's life, though in the end his death could not be stopped.
"Where are the women and children being kept?" Telurin asks Heddyn's men. "We must bring them to safety. And what of the orcs here? Were they under Heddyn's command? Do they now pose a threat to us?"
"Where are the women and children being kept?" Telurin asks Heddyn's men. "We must bring them to safety. And what of the orcs here? Were they under Heddyn's command? Do they now pose a threat to us?"
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Hartley watches as Essylt and her father make peace before the man passes. He tries to comfort her. "My lady, he loved you, even at the last, and it saved him, and perhaps us. Now let us go and get these people of yours from this place of terror."
He looks at the others and his expression conveys the need to move with haste.
He looks at the others and his expression conveys the need to move with haste.
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Hwalda calls to the company, "Your friend is in bad shape. Beyond my skill to help here in this dark place. He may not survive the trip out, and he can not walk nor run."
Freach steps forward, "Then I shall carry him. He is small, no more than a child, and I did not think his coming was wise, but I will not leave him if I can help." You see he glances at Essylt for approval, and she nods. With effort he hoist Hugo up, and the hobbit is secured to the Hill-man. Freach will be of no use save to transport Hugo like some porter.
Halleth moves to the door, with key in hand and he unlocks the great iron door behind a dark hall opens wide like a gaping mouth. You make your way along the twisting passage, and soon have lost sense of direction. A few locked or barred doors lead off from the main hall, but you can not open them. As you procede you hear noises ahead, cries of pain, cracking of whips, and the wailing of women. You come to a door way that is filled with a bright red fire light. Carefully you move forward and gaze into the great hall beyond.
This dreadful hall contains dozens of barred alcoves on multiple levels. An Orc-Chieftain and several guards watch the prisoners, who consist of unruly Goblins, Men and, of course, the Hill-men children you have come to save. Cruel instruments of torture and murder are placed in the centre of the hall.
Here before you stands your quest.
Freach steps forward, "Then I shall carry him. He is small, no more than a child, and I did not think his coming was wise, but I will not leave him if I can help." You see he glances at Essylt for approval, and she nods. With effort he hoist Hugo up, and the hobbit is secured to the Hill-man. Freach will be of no use save to transport Hugo like some porter.
Halleth moves to the door, with key in hand and he unlocks the great iron door behind a dark hall opens wide like a gaping mouth. You make your way along the twisting passage, and soon have lost sense of direction. A few locked or barred doors lead off from the main hall, but you can not open them. As you procede you hear noises ahead, cries of pain, cracking of whips, and the wailing of women. You come to a door way that is filled with a bright red fire light. Carefully you move forward and gaze into the great hall beyond.
This dreadful hall contains dozens of barred alcoves on multiple levels. An Orc-Chieftain and several guards watch the prisoners, who consist of unruly Goblins, Men and, of course, the Hill-men children you have come to save. Cruel instruments of torture and murder are placed in the centre of the hall.
Here before you stands your quest.
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
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Halleth puts a finger to his lips to indicate everyone should be quiet, then draws his bow and gestures for the others to do the same. He then mimes attacking the orcs. He thinks an ambush is their best bet. He waits till everyone is ready before loosing an arrow at the orc chieftain.
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"Hold a moment," Telurin says to Halleth. "If we begin a fight, who is to say that in the confusion and chaos there won't be children who are killed? We must draw as many of them out of this room before it begins."
"Now that their chieftain Heddwyn is dead . . . learning this will surely bring confusion and anger upon them. What if we call out that there are assassins in Heddwyn's room, then spring the ambush upon them in the halls, coming up behind them from a side passage?"
The Elf thinks through the situation some more; unfortunately the children would probably slow the party too much to try to escape without another battle.
"Now that their chieftain Heddwyn is dead . . . learning this will surely bring confusion and anger upon them. What if we call out that there are assassins in Heddwyn's room, then spring the ambush upon them in the halls, coming up behind them from a side passage?"
The Elf thinks through the situation some more; unfortunately the children would probably slow the party too much to try to escape without another battle.
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Halleth pauses. "You're right enough about the children. But it looks to me that the guards are orcs and goblins--I don't know how much they care about the Hill-Men, even on their side. But we should try your trick."
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"Yes, Hartley agrees, "If we can manage to get them to leave in groups we can perhaps thin their numbers before they realize what is going on. Perhaps too, we might be able to get the other prisoners to overthrow their masters if they see a chance for escape. That way we could gain some allies against the orcs."