Hunt for the Palantíri RPG

[Niluial]

Elwë panicked. Panicking is not good, stay calm, think straight. “What… what do we do?” Andtuariel said panic-stricken.

“Just pull! Do whatever!” Elwë said, still trying to stay calm. “I knew something was wrong, I knew something was going to happen.” He said as he tugged at the rope, using all his energy.

A familiar voice called to them. Annu!. ‘What happened?’ Annû shouted to them. ‘The skinchanger,’ Elwë shouted back, ‘he’s gone in to help.’ Right after he had shouted it the man was out. Andtuariel and Elwë pulled the line with great effort to bring him back. As Elwë did so his arms shot with pain. He was tired and the icy air was biting into him.

Elwë closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. It was interrupted by a sudden shriek, a shriek that sounded like Andtuariel’s and following the shriek he heard Annu yell, “draw your weapons!” To Elwë’s surprise Southrons were charging towards them. “I told you that this day was going to be bad Andtuariel,” he said as he drew his weapon.