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Phantom Rider
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Capturing a Wild Man!
"Well, maybe we can" said Taradan, unsurely. "Now that I look at it, it
is a good idea! Very well then, we shall try to capture one of those men, interrogate him, and if Master Wormtongue is preparing something of malice, he and his men shall feel the wrath of the Riders of Rohan, King's counsellor or not!"
The four riders all settled on Thenamir's scheme, to find out what they were up to first, and stop them if necessary! Once again Taradan took charge, strategizing the best ways to approach the camp, and slip one of those men right from under the noses of the rest of them!
It was decided that the shorter rider would stay behind and guard the horses, while the taller rider, Thenamir and Taradan, went to the enemy camp. Taradan decided that they must first camoflauge all of their equipment, and horses, before they left, in case a sneaky enemy scout was probing around.
As they were leading the reluctant horses into the concealment of the trees, Taradan said to Thenamir, "Good call Gondorian!" Thenamir nodded in return, then started as if he realized something, but said nothing.
Once everything was hidden, the shorter rider bade them good luck, and the three men plunged into the forest!
As they slowly plodded through the undergrowth, Taradan noticed the taller rider having trouble, getting through the tangle of vegetation. Thenamir moved quietly with a barely audible rustle, but the taller rider was not an experienced woodsmen, spending more of his time on horse training than woodlore. As they neared the camp, they could see the bonfire's orange glow, already starting to fade. At that moment the taller rider tripped over a root, and fell clumsily to the ground. Taradan tensely paused, and listened to see if anyone had noticed, then lifted the blond rider to his feet.
"Sorry about that" said the taller rider, and they moved closer to the camp.
As they approach the fringe of the woods, Taradan beckoned them to drop to their knees, then their stomachs. Taradan's sharp eyes scanned the encampment, looking for any Wild Men standing away from the rest, but sadly, all of the Dunlendings were crowded around the fire, now eating the goat that they saw roasting earlier.
"We'll have to wait here for a while" Taradan whispered to Thenamir.
After a few minutes, Taradan saw the fire, which had now burned low. One of the men lying near by, turned, and then sat up, and then wandered sleepily into the forest.
"He's had a bit more to drink than his bladder wanted!" said Thenamir.
"Now is our chance," said Taradan.
The Dunlending walked slowly in their direction...
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Edited by: <A HREF=http://www.barrowdowns.com/cgi-bin/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_profile&u=00000006>Gilthali on</A> at: 8/9/01 11:33:10 am