It was a quiet morning, very quiet, something strange for those days, as their camp in Annúminas was usually under constant attack. Fiontann returned to the camp and found Rogue and Rothrian discussing something, he took his place on the stairs, near the East entrance and started smoking his pipe. The road ahead was empty and quiet, that gave him some time to think of what can be happening in Bree, if everyone in the Bloody Dawn is well, if everything is well. But in Bree it's never quiet one way or the other, it can be one drunkard in the Prancing Pony, or a crazy killer who has nothing better to do. A ring of smoke escaped his lips as the pipeweed burned down into the bowl of the pipe. Rogue approached Fiontann and after exchanging some brief words, Fiontann put on his armor and took his shield to strap it on his back.
The two men went East, making their way to the bridge leading to Tyl Annûn, they wanted to make sure that everything was well in Menelband. So far all was as it should be, Menelband was still under control and no Angmarims were to be seen. Fion and Rogue walked North, towards the bridge, were a small encampment of the eneny caught their gaze. There were five men there and the two took care of them easily, too easily.. But to the delight of both another six appeared from behind the pillars, giving the two the chance to move their limbs more. After killing those six as well and Rogue and Fion started jesting about the fight a troll appeared... Fion had his back turned so when he heard Rogue shouting "Troll!" he managed to turned around and block its club with his shield, just in time, before being one with the ground. The two men fought bravely and cooperated perfectly to bring it down, Rogue managed to pierce its left eye, leaving it open to an attack, that gave Fion the opportunity to run behind it and cut the back of its feet, dropping it to its knees. As the almost blinded and enraged troll was trying to hit them in any possible way the two got close to each other for the final strike. Fiontann kneeled and held his shield low, so that Rogue could step on it and jump, the moment the slim ranger did that Fiontann used his strength to raise his knees and shield to throw the man in the air. Rogue's arrows found their way to the troll's forehead, lying it down, as its life slowly escaped its wretched body. Fiontann took no risks and as it lay there he got on it and sliced its neck.
No enemy could be seen coming, after all the next encampment of the enemy was in Tyl Annûn, after the bridge, they could not see nor hear what happened there. Fion and Rogue went behind a wall, to stay out of sight and bandaged their wounds. It was quiet again and the two were chatting when Rothrian apeared and Rogue and her started discussing a delicate matter, so Fion, to leave them alone walked to the bridge, to make sure nothing would take them by surprise, no patrols or reinforcements of any kind of the enemy. He stood on the bridge, there was nothing moving on it, everything was quiet and he walked around it, in order to find anything that could be used in any imminent attack or defence, even a shallow entry into a wall could be used to keep hidden if needed be. To the left of the bridge he saw an opening, were the wall was destroyed, somewhere below the bridge Fion saw some boats ashore, that made him curious about who could land there and he made his way under the bridge, on the rubble there. Still he couldn't make anything out, no matter how close he was seemingly getting. At last he decided to head back, for the higher ground, so that he can see as far as possible, the moment he turned around to return he heard something familiar...
Drums were pounding on the other side of the bridge, and slowly and steadily were getting closer and closer. That reminded him of Moria... It was the sign of the attack... Immediately he started running back, there he saw a large force heading towards that side, and from the opening he saw many archers coming from below the bridge... They were attacking, on two fronts that soon would be one. Fion ran back to the two to inform them, by that moment they were three, as Ethradil had returned from the North and joined them. Rogue and Rothrian took the small opening and Fion and Eth stood on the edge of the bridge. Luckily for the group, the those two spots were narrow, so the numbers didn't matter much, not until they would exhaust, while the enemy was producing fresh units. They knew that the battle would be lost from the start, but they could not retreat, the rangers must gain time to prepare those last minute defences, each moment was crucial. The battle started and they killed many enemies, they managed to hold the bridge enough for the rangers to even prepare a welcome party with a rain of arrows towards the Angmarims. But, before that those four stood bravely on their spots, Rothrian and Rogue on one side and Fion and Eth on the other. Fion managed to keep the attacks on the left at bay with his shield, while slaying the ones to his right. He had slammed one with his shield, leaving him disoriented for some moments and stabbed one on his right with his blade, right through his chest. He pulled the sword out, along with a gush of blood, as the wound was opening and stabbed the second man with force, almost leaning towards him, to give more strength to the strike. By the time he straightened his body to draw a breath and prepare for the next enemies an axe found its way and struck him, getting stuck on the right side of the helmet, blood started covering it and dripping down, getting mixed with the blood on his armor, the blood of the Angmarims he killed. The strike pushed him back and almost opened him for another attack, but that was the moment that the horn of the rangers sounded and the arrows flew and pushed back the Angmarims. Someone cried "Retreat!" from afar and all four started running to the back, Fion lost blood but he was still blooddrunk from the battle and managed to stay on his feet, with the help of Eth and Rogue he returned to the camp. There he dropped his sword and shield and took the helm off, a long scar could be seen as the source of all the blood, a scar starting on the right side of his face, above his right eye, coming down, right under it. His face was all bloody and the healers couldn't yet determine the damage on his eye, if any...
