They had returned and now he was alone in a dark corner of the Prancing Pony in Bree, contemplating all that have happened those days. Him and Cerriel, along with Dovirien had reached the borders of Angmar and he found the forest he saw in his visions. The three of them managed to avoid many needless fights were free to investigate those woods that still had the burnmarks of what happened six months ago. Fiontann was searching for anything that could help him and found some blood and a broken blade, clues that something had happened, somethign he didn't know about, yet he saw. His horse had ran away and Cerriel unsuccessfully tried to get it back, in the end she returned and both looked around for what they could find, leaving Dovirien to look around for her own research.
Out of the trees came a redhead calling him a thief and murderer and attacked him, they fought but when the headache struck Morthwyl, and his vision became blurry, he realised that that woman was that redhead from his dreams. He let his sword drop and clutched his head, looking at her with his damaged vision. She was still calling him a thief and mocked him, yet something in her voice showed that she wasn't attacking him, it was just her feelings that overwhelmed her. The ring he wore provoked her anger and he refused to take it of, it was his... In the end she had made him take his shirt off, showing her his scarred chest and the marks he has on it and his hands. Seeing all those she dropped her weapons but there was no time to talk, a volley of arrows fired in the night made them run!
After some minutes of running and some flaming arrows that betrayed their position near the cabin where the redhead spent the night they had to fight back. Those men dressed in the red and brown clothes, those that hunted him from up there in Angmar. The fight was brief because they were only five and at once the group made for Bree, they didn't want to spend another moment out in the open with orcs and Angmarims all around.
They ended up in the Prancing Pony, Morhwyl asking Rothrian about his past, she was answering him, her voice and gestures were odd, he knew that there was something more than what she was saying. After asking her about himself, he almost ran to the barber of the inn to cut his hair a little and shorten his beard, that made her smile, and that made him happy, a feeling he didn't know so far. She brought a fear to his heart, she showed him a new world, away from the blood and pain of the pits. Her red flaming hair soothed him but they also brought fear in his heart. He couldn't explain it, in his vision he was afraid of losing her, now she was a friend, he couldn't understand that. The spar between them ended in a draw and the answer to his questions about what he felt was bitter, as was their parting.
Now he was sitting in that dark corner just near the fireplace, warming himself and thinking of a way to remember... Or to learn more about the past, about Fiontann.
