[The Viking Thunder]

Harolas woke up with a start, the others were moving around a few yards away from the camp, someone looked injured as the others tended to him. He jumped down from the tree where he was perched napping.
Moving closer Harolas was surprised to see that Bulvard was out cold. He wonder whst could have knocked out such a large man, or was it that his birdwas killed again, he mused and smiled. gwyn glared at him and he quickly turned and cried aloud, " Who has dared to strike down the most brave of us?"
"Be quiet, you fool," said Elwyn, "He is not wounded, at least not physically."
"Witchcraft." said harolas and glaned at Elanor who seemed to be in a trance.
"Where is Calixto when you need him? " thought the elf from mirkwood and walked back to his tree.