The Eagle Guard

      Torrigan stood looking at one of the great fires that gave the Hall of Fire its name. For a week he had been a guest at the Last Homely House, under the protection of Lord Elrond. He was well rested, garbed in the finery of a guest of Imladris; silks and soft linens of red and white. He had eaten and drank his fill every day since he had arrived and was well tended. He was granted everything he needed to be comfortable. Yet he was still unhappy.

Day One

Prologue

‘Everything is going according to schedule, sir.’
‘And yet, I am uneasy.’
Cyla Grimblade stood at ease in front of her captain, the white and gold of her leather armour was surprisingly ornate for a fighting force as strong as the Eagle Guard, but that was a lie. The leather itself was strong, an unyielding hide that had more than once saved Cyla from a maiming sword slash.