[Eruantalon]

Feeling cold winds cut through his thin rough leather jacket and pants. Rudgar warmed himself by the fire when a thought came into his head. He should go and sharpen his sword. He found out where he had to go and dropped it off. It hadn’t been sharpened since he was a boy. This was the only time he knew he might have to kill. After he got himself ready he saddled up beside Soren and Guthwine. There fast riding seemed to make a gale wind that took a hard bite in him. At the same time he didn’t even feel it. The boy seemed so ill. They had to get there as soon as they could.

They went through the break in the hedge. Guthwine went first, then Soren, and then finally he entered. Looking around at what felt like an empty city they made there way through. Then they all made there way to the inn, where the two women that had come to the camp earlier had come from. He remembered them now. They worked at this inn. Through the window you could see people moving around and taking care of children.

Touching the sharp tip of his sword he hoped it wouldn’t come to blows. Waiting in the bushes with Soren as he was commanded they looked on breathlessly. Lotar pounded on the door. He did this in his gruff and forceful manner. They finally let him in after a few moments.

The air seemed stiff and hard. All around him there was no one to see. Quietly he walked up to the window. Even though Soren had warned him not to. He still looked into it and wanted to see what was happening. His commander might need him and he would be a fool to sit and watch. Sit there while they came through the back door and attacked. Guthwine sat on the counter top. With his sword still in his hand and looking vary distrustful, polishing it with a rag that was near him.

After a few moments he could see one of them woman take paper and charcoal from the fire. She scribbled something and handed it off. “What are they doing” he wondered. “They’ll probably heal the boy while Guthwine is jailed?”

Feeling angry he almost didn’t hear people starting to make there way down the street. He rushed back to the bushes where he was met with an angry look from Soren. He would have to wait and see. If they attacked him he would bust down that door. Or better yet break open a window and go through to accompany his commander.

A man walked up to the door. Turning the handle he opened the door and rushed in. “Its not locked!’ he thought in surprise. He heard hurried movements in the inn. Getting up and rushing and opened the door. Guthwine was already sword less. It lay on the ground and he sat in the chair. A hobbit pointed an arrow at his son. It was over and he had failed. It was all too quick and done with. The man who had entered seemed surprised and aware of him. A hobbit pointed an arrow Rudgar’s way.

Oddly enough Rudgar was relieved. He didn't have to kill anyone in front of these children. Even if they where captured he still didn’t have to let them see blood shed. But what would happen to him, Soren, and Guthwine. They would all probably be jailed for long time.

Raising his sword to the hobbits face he gave him a chilled look. “If you plan on shooting and letting them see bloodshed then do as you will. This sword had been in my family for many years. I will not give it away to you or anyone here. It is my fathers and none can take it but me! Harm none and be unharmed!’

Setting his sword back into his sheaf he looked around at the children quietly crying and filled with fear. He knew he should not have done this. He had to let the hobbits and man know that he would never let this precious heirloom out of his hands.

“I’m putting it away children. No need to cry and worry. You are safe and none will hurt you.” while saying this he looked down and sheathed his sword. Strange looks had come from them all. He didn’t care he was there with Guthwine and would be jailed with him in the end if need be.