[Cimmerian]

The tall, white haired warrior looked up at the one who called his name, his clouded look softening. "Who are you?" he asked, yet at once feeling that he somehow knew her.

"I am Tumnaooriel," the young woman replied. "Have you forgotten all that has transpired for the last few days?"

Bulvard looked at her with slight confusion, then his expression changed to one of surprise. "Yes," he said, as if realizing something vague, "You are the young woman who somewhat resembles my dearly departed wife."

Tumnaooriel sighed, her shoulders sagging with relief. All seemed well with the large man. Elwyn placed a hand on Bulvard's arm, smiling she said, "My tall friend, you weigh more than you look. Come, we have much evil to deter."

"Bulvard!" cried Ransom, "I have heard of your name. Had you not fought in the great wars alongside Thengel the second."

"Aye!" replied Bukvard, turning his grey, soul searching gaze upon the newcomer, "And I ask for your pardon in misjudging you. As you can see there is very little one can trust in these parts."

"Do not mention it, great knight," Ransom laughed, coughing slightly, "I too am well aware of our precarious situation here."

Suddenly a wild-eyed woman burst upon the foursome, brandishing a bloodied sword. "The wargs are on the run." she cried, "Bulvard!" her eyes widened, "You are up... are you well." Then looking suspiciously at ransom, she cried, "Who is this?"

Bulvard looked grimly at his sister, all the remaining clouds cleared in his head and the memories came rushing back. "I am well, Culloth." he replied, "This is Ransom and he is of our beloved Gondor. Ransom, this is my sister Culloth."

" pleased to make you acquain..."

"Well allright," the woman snapped, "let us go and give chase, the warg are getting away?"

"Must he go?" pleaded Tumnaooriel, "He has just recovered from..."

"Silence, you coward" Culloth yelled, much to Ransom and Elwyn's surprise, "My brother does not need coddling from a fawning female. He is a warrior, he wears his battle scars as proudly as anyone. Come, Bulvard."

"I agree," said Elwyn and Ransom shrugged.

A smile creased across the tall warrior's roughened face, his eyes warmed and gave Tumnaooriel a look of reassurance. He then followed his older sister, his broadsowrd in hand. Elwyn and the newcomer followed, leaving Tumnaooriel looking dazed.

Bulvard's mind had now cleared completely. Apparently his connection with Aronja being severed, proved to be a blessing in disguise.
As they approached Gwyn and Harolas, the sun began to climb up on the eastern shore.