Well i will tell you the tale of a lad named samin. but be warned it is not a pretty story.
Samin was a young lad who was always getting himself in troble, a sham because he was a nice boy, he just lacked a sense of foreward thinking.
Me and my shield brothers were always haveing to go fetch him, now he is stuck up a tree with some wolves after him, now he is being chased by a wild boar. well one day he went out exploreing and didn't come back.
of course we went to look for him. i will warn you this is not a tale for the faint of heart.
Sandir, one of my brethren, lead us too a spot where we found what looked his foot preints mixing with orcs preints. we were trying to figure out what happined when a group of them attacked us. We fought back. My blade rang as i struck the first, i saw two go down under sandir's arrows. Alne swinging his ax cleaved a few. as i yelled loudly damaging the orcs ears even as the others begain to kill more. Alne was hit by a thrown spear and went down. but we fought on, i killed another with a quick swipe, and another by following through that blow and stabbing him. the survivers fled. before he died one of the wounded taunted us, he said"you will never find the boy.(coughed up some blood) he is already at the camp. Hahahaha." Seth the put a knife through the orcs throught.
Alne and Seth went back to care for Alnes wound, Kiner and Vish had to go help another man, defend his small farm from the wolves, that left me and Sandir to find the boy. we tracked the orcs for days untill we caught them. we slaughtered them all. on ones carcuss we found a crude map. it had an X marked on it. we compared it to other maps we had and figured out where it was, we went there. I truely wish we had not. I can only look back now with a broken heart. the things we saw that day were beyond the will of men to endure.
We had to fight through atleast 4 score of orcs when we found him. A small broken heap, His legs and arms had been cut off and it looked like fed to him. I sware i saw Sandir crying as we examined the boys body, his eyes gouged out, his tounge cut out, his ears and nose were chopped off. it was horrible.
we carried the boys body back to his favorit spot to play, a large oak tree next to a small stream. we buried him there, we couldn't bring ourselves to tell his parents what really happened to him. we told them he was shot in the back by an orc, that he died right away, that it didn't hurt him. i think his older sister knew that we weren't telling the truth, but she said nothing, it was horrible the way his mother and father cried but it was eased by our lies.
I could never bring myself to face his family again. Sandir went back to the tree almost every day. he always went alone, i never found out what he did there. Samin's older brother hanged himself on that tree. we buried him next to Samin. his dad died years later of illness. he also lays under that tree. his mom was of fading health when i left Osgiliath, and his sister was taking care of their mother.
Kiner said it best when he said"you two are changed. I don't think i will ever be able to understand what you've been through. or ever go through anything close to that. but we are still here for you." Kiner never did go through anything as bad as that. the lucky devil. That is only a tast of what i have been through. i wouldn't blame you if you don't ever read or listen to another story i have to say.
All i can say now is "I warned you."
