Wulfreda

Waiting, time moves so slow. We are the guests of elves, never thought I ever needed the help of this old race. But, we do. Especially Melowen and my brother. They now lie in a tent while the elves are doing their best to tend to their wounds. That poor girl got hit by five arrows, and my brother by one arrow close to his neck. I thought I lost them, but this elf maiden has healing skills I did not deem possible. We are now on this high rock with old elven ruins, which we also crossed on our journey to the gap. Not far from here Wulfreda fell off the waterfall back then.

"Is everyone alive?" The winded voice of the Rohirrim captain sounded like a desperate cry to his men. His arms and legs were still shaking. So was his voice. The other Rohirrim came down from their horses. their bodies exhausted and their thoughts confused. Angelnarth carried the insensible maiden down from her horse, and placed her body upon a thick linen bedroll by the fire. She was half awake already. "Wh..What happened?", her voice came out of her lips, weak and low.

(OOC: Timeline of this story, the event described below happened before Theodred and Grimbold entered the gap of Rohan. The camp described was of a small group of riders (~100) stationed there prior to Theordreds arrival.)

Where shall I begin to write this eventful day. The morning would be a good place to start. I found Tidhelm and Wulfreda up and ready in the fortified camp of the Rohirrim. It was there when I saw Melowen walking towards me. The young girl has followed us all the way here! I was happy to see her, she has great skill with blades and a strange eagerness to fight. I saw Tidhelm discussing with the captains about some strategy. A strategic hillpoint at the heathfells has been under attack all night by Dunlendings.