"This isn't the Golden Wood, I took the wrong way." thought Dreothorn, and then after some curses he kept on. He knew that returning was not an option, and although The Gap of Rohan was near Nan Curunír he felt somewhat protected with the Rohirric presence.
The way was rocky and gritty, his shoes wore out quickly until the point they were un-usable. Now he had to walk with the feet bare. With every step he gave little drops of blood fell on the road. This alerted the warg-riders who followed the trail day and night. It was just a matter of time for them to reach Dreothorn...
Dreothorn smelled the putrid odor of orc-flesh but he knew not what was that smell, he had never been so close to an orc before, he knew that it was a thread. He grabbed the nearest wooden club and prepared to defend himself...
The first wave of orcs came, Dreothorn swung his club from left to right in and attempt of hitting everything that came in that path, and amazingly it did, the first two orcs fell to the crushing attack of the Rohirrim. Two more orcs emerged from the rocky outskirts, both armed with giantic two-handed axes. Falling prey of desesperation he charged at them, but something killed those two orcs without him even touching them... two arrows perfectly pierced those orcs' heads, he looked up and there he was, the man that shot those arrows...
Dressed all in that royal orange, the tall man seemed allmighty and afraid of nothing, but the question was... Who was this man and why had he saved him?...
His appearance was powerful, although he was starting to embrace the ages he seemed stronger than any young man back at Edoras. His face...
A demacrated face, full of scars and with a long brownish beard and those deep black-brown eyes that showed whatever they wanted to show. This was the true face of the man, the man named Anarr...
For reasons not explained Dreothorn decided to follow that misterious man, maybe it was because of his condition or maybe just because he found the man's offering delightfull:
"I shall offer thee work, if you should take it you'll be under my protection, under my wing."
Protection, that sounded good. As what Dreothorn recalled there was no true protection in the world, but that man emanated power and respect. "Who could say no to that." he thought for himself, so he accepted Anarr's money and protection....
To be continued...
