Last bridge

For now, the tale returns to Thorneth and the Fellowship of Last Hope, as it is not yet time to detail that final battle. The Company stayed with the Hobbits for two nights, and on the morning after that second night, they made preparations to resume their journey. Accompanying them were the twin brothers Broco and Falco Underhill, the hunters who had first taken Caranhelf to the nook where they hid the mare.

The only upside to their near frantic pace, was that Davamir could not make nearly as many annoying jokes. She was certain that, when given the opportunity, he would absolutely make a great many jabs at Furley's idiocy.

Alas, it seems that fortune is not on my side afterall. Setting out from Imladris the fair, whom as always, I leave with heavy heart, I travelled west, seeking to pass the Last Bridge and head to Duillond and start my search for my beloved there. It was not to be so. As I neared the bridge, I was met with a hail of arrows. My shield took most of them but one sought home in my left shoulder, The pauldron keeping me from sustaining serious injury. I charged them on my steed and after slaying the ambushers, I sought high ground.