[Carlas]

Durin awoke from unconsiousnes lying on his back, his head aching. Trying to sit up, he found that his hands and ankles were bound tightly together, stopping much of the circulation of blood in his hands and feet. As he started moving his arms about to losen the bonds, a figure walked up to him, followed by many others, it was Kaldon.

The night before(or so he hoped) flashed back into his memory. He and Kili had been on guard duty together when Kili had heard something in the forest, Durin had not thought much of it, but they went to check it out anyways. As they had approached the bushes, they had been attacked and knocked onto the ground. Both fought against the strong arms holding them down, and eventually had gotten back to their feets swinging at the invaders. Then Kaldon had come, sneering at the young dwarves. They had rushed at him, their axes high in the air. Kaldon, had held up his, blocking both their attacks before the others had started at them again. The two fought against them, keeping them off until Durin had felt something large hit the back of his head, sending him sprawling to the ground.

Durin looked up at Kaldon with cold and utter hatred. His head still hurt from their fight, but he refused to show it, he would not let Kaldon have the satisfaction, though he seemed to be satisfied enough with capturing the dwarf. He slowly walked up to Durin, grabbing him and pulling him up onto his feet. The young dwarf could feel Kaldons hot breath as he greeted him "Nice to see you again Durin son of Dain!"