Fall of the North RPG

[Mithalwen]

Erenor answered her co-emissary "this is not a time for that dispute - those who do not wield swords are still liable to die on them - I will not pass to Mandos without offering resistance". She sheathed her sword and uttered no further word until in the presence of the king. She made a reverence, but the gesture seemed cursory compared to those of the obsequious courtiers. Her language was similarly direct; Arvedui was not her king, her status protected her and her honesty was a more valuable gift than her skill with blade.

"My Lord, I must advise you against this course. The road to the mountains is long and into the depths of winter. The journey to Imladris is no longer and conditions would be easier. Furthermore, aid could be expected from our kindred. If you insist on the westward course it should be to the Havens not the diggings of the Naugrim. It may be even now that the Earnil of Gondor has harkened to Arthedain's need and aid from the south will await us there."