Volkmar listened closely to Thenamir. If Dunedling turncoat was correct, the southlands and even Gondor would be in immense danger. Yet, falsely accusing someone of treason, especially a wizard, would be a disaster. And if this wizard did retrieve whatever he was looking for in the ruins? What then?
The change of tone in Thenamir’s voice surprised Volkmar. More than once he had heard that tone, and more than once had he used it himself. Volkmar quickly came to the conclusion that this man was truly who he claimed to be. A plan slowly formed in his mind.
“Well, Thenamir of Rohan, I believe that you are an extremely honorable man. I thank you for the information you have given me, and I have a proposition of sorts. I will assume that the ‘we’ you spoke of earlier was a group of Riders. I also gather that they were scattered in pitch battle. In the confusion, I believe you were separated from your comrades.”
“I will help you locate your friends, under the simple request that I be allowed to travel with you to the city you speak of. I do not know the location of it, but if it is far enough north I may be able to summon help from my brothers.”
Volkmar leaned forward slightly, staring into Thenimir’s eyes. “The gauntlet is at your feet. Will you accept the offer? Or would you like to discuss it further?”
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