Wardris sat down on the log before the campfire in the middle of the night, alone he stared into the sparkling flames as he reflected on the last couple of days, nay... weeks.
He remember the day in June where he was offered a job to be a smith for the Rohirrim. it was an offer he couldn't refuse, even though he didn't ask for paymen, only for three meals a day.
After he accepted the job and before he started working, Wardris stood by the forge and anvil for six days and seven nights; crafting a masterpiece to fight the war at hand. A sturdy but magnificent westernesse blade forged especially for himself. The sword was named Rhîw after his own family's inheritance.
Wardris remembered taht he started to work immediatly by his forge and anvil once the camp in the Northern Breee-lands was set up, he provided whatever the riders and volunteers needed without a cost. However, he was aware that the supplies were running short. So he left in haste to where he knew to find more.
He was in doubt that he made the best decision to bargain with the dwarves of Thorin's Hall but what choice did he have? He directed himself to the people who would take his request seriously which were the Weaponsmith Guild.
To them, he was a Bardling and hence he used the leverage of being a dwarf-friend. Making a deal with the guild which bound himself to work in the Weaponsmith Guild's name for life in exchange for a sturdy dwarven-made cart dragged by a mighty and endurable Auroch filled with dwarf refined steel ingots, whetstones, horse-shoes, arrow-heads, an anvil, a grinding stone, new smithing tools and discarded metal pieces.
Wardris shook his head of his foolishness to take Eorran and Ysmirson with him to fetch and escort the cart back to camp. They were getting quite suspicious of Wardris' knowledge of all the paths and short-cuts.
They started to pester him with questions until he finally gave in and told them the truth about his inheritance. Fearing that he had exposed his kinsmen, he was suprised that they agreed not to tell anyone when asked them of such. Hence he came to trust the Eorlings further.
Perhaps it was the Valar's will? Wardris pondered by the campfire before he shook his head, he doubted that the Valar would care about a Bardling-mixed-Dúnadan.
He knew however that he was careless, once they made back to camp Kennia tended to his horse and saw the Star of Elendil on the horse's bridle. Unknowingly she started to pester him about it as he valiantly tried to keep his heritage a secret with absurb excuses. In the end however, Kennia cracked him and caused him to confess to the whole Eorling encampment.
He was angry at Kennia then but not now, he felt more relieved when he've shared the secret with those he would ride to war with. He saw the Eorlings in a way he never knew he would see other than his kinsmen. He saw his brothers and sisters in arms.
Wardris snaps out of his day dreaming atleast for a moment to look around the campfire, smiling to the people sitting by him as his reflection continues.
Anger started to boil in him as he now remembers the man who taunted, mocked and insulted him. Wardris remembered that he told him to leave less he were to be struke down. However, his warning went unheeded and the man kept mocking him further.
He remembered that he rose up and drew his blade, pointing it towards the man as a final warning. Still the man mocked him and the growing hatred in his heart told him to strike the man down for his disrespectfull manners.
But... why didn't he strike the man down? Wardris Scratches his beard as he ponders on the memory. He then remembered why, he didn't want to lose the Eorlingars' friendship. They saw it all, for it all occured by the campfire.
He didn't want them to see him as a lesser man, neither did he want to sit down and let it go. He remembered that he sheathed his blade and turned about, intending to ride away and leave, a decision he would later regret if not for Ceobrand's interference to call both him and the man to speak before him without interuppting one another.
Wardris remembered the man's words about him to Ceobrand which would make his blood boil further. However, he kept to what Ceobrand bidded of him, silence. Later on, Wardris briefed told Ceobrand what occured without smothering the man. The old horse rider listened and nodded and made a decision that the man were to leave to do his task immediatly along recieving food for his journey.
What he asked of Wardris were to never draw his blade against another guest no matter their manners. He accepted the terms ofcouse and then went to stand by the cliff's edge looking over the ruins bellow. Eorran and Ysmirson came over to him and asked if he was alright, Wardris decided he wanted nothing to do with the man who mocked him, hence he said nothing further about the subject.
More coming soon...
