Argyll son of Eorath and older brother of Argath. Young Daellas of about 9 years old always feared his presence but in the same time wanted to be like him. Yet Argyll was rarely seen in Garsfeld or the crofts just like his brother. But he was there when times turned sour. Also at that moment when our lives were changed forever...
It has been months ago when Argath, Argyll and our older brother Eorath said their farewells. They joined an Eored and left somewhere beyond the horizon. Every day that passed our mother grew more silent and her face was imprinted with worry. Those days, Brenthelm was the only one who seemed to find the time to play with us and learn us to ride on young horses. They should have been back by now, Brenthelm rode to Snowbourn for information but came back barehanded. Although I overheard him talk about rumors of raiders from Dunland that were pillaging the poorly protected crofts. Brenthelm looked worried now as well, the mood on the croft was unbearable.
It was summer when there was smoke on the horizon. Arunel and me looked at the black smoke rising from the north while we were riding a little around the croft. Brenthelm rode quickly towards us and pleaded us to go back to the croft as fast as possible. And so we rode back while we kept our eye on the smoke that seemed to be gaining size. We dismounted and Brenthelm was getting spears and swords out of the farm house until every stableboy and farmhand had some form of arms. Our mother locked us up in the farm house and Arunel and I set by the window, not sure what was to come.
We saw a dozen riders entering the crofts, we sighed of relief, they were not Dunlendings but Rohirrim. One of the riders removed his helm and jumped off his horse, it was Argyll, back at last. His face looked sour, but come to think of it, he always looked sour. From the window, we looked around for our father but we were unable to see him as no other rider removed his helm. Our mother ran towards Argyll as she shouted something as she looked at the other riders. I saw Argyll, he looked down and shook his head while he muttered something. Our mother fell to her knees and buried her face in her hands, while Brenthelm looked frozen to the spot. This could only mean one thing. I felt my heart sink as my eyes were burning, tears were rolling down our faces. We lost our father and brother...
