"I'm stuck Tim..We are stuck! The debris caught us!" Kaylin shouted to Tim as the house crumbled down upon her and Arianna "NO!" Tim shouted loud as he ran back up to the house and tried with all hs powers combined with his wife's but they could not free Kaylin and Arianna from the debris.
"Tim..dear.I love you dearly" Kaylin's voice echoed in his head as he with horror saw the flames take the house and his family, in despair he started to cry and the entire compound woke up and ran out but no one stood him by...part from one man...yes..the old one handed captain, he walked up to Tim, kneeled beside him and wrapped his arms around Tim "Tim..this is no place for you to be..there's evil things moving in the shadows of this compound..You must leave and leave quickly..You're no longer safe.." the captain whispered to him and Tim looked up at him with his one eye and whispered back "Not safe..what things are you telling me now? I..I cant leave this is what I know..these are the men I lead..They need me here.."
The captain looked at him and shook his head and continued to whisper "There's talk about mutiny Tim..against you..against the one they all fear..you..please do me this favor son and leave..take your horse and ride..ride as far as you can..come back when you are ready..come back and reclaim your old company.." Tim gazed towards his burning house, the captain was right, he knew that, if there was indeed a mutiny going on he would not be safe..they had claimed the lives of two innocent people.. he could not let them have his life.. not now.. He stood up, nodded to the other captain and gathered up his sword and shield and a few other belongings, his fathers blacksmith's tools and mounted his black steed and rode off, tears falling down his cheeks "I will come back..they will get what's coming for them.." he whispered into the dark as he rode. He rode for days and days, fearing for his own life until he got as far away as possible from Gondor, through the lands of Rohan, Dunland, Enedwaith, Eregion, past the elven lands until he found himself one day looking upon a gate to the town of Bree.
He stabled his horse, the black steed he had fell ill under his journey and he had no other option but to let the horse move to where horses go when their time is due, luckily he managed to find a new horse, not as fine as the one he had but it would do for him. He found shelter above one of the many blacksmiths there was in the town and began to work for the same and there he worked hard every day for a low wage but he never forgot, nor would he never forgive what had happened, he began to train again with his sword and shield, he made a new armor and started to take work as a hired swordsman when there was a need, making a good living on that along with the blacksmithing. This went on for the coming nine years..
One day as he was heading into the Inn of the Prancing Pony when he spotted a offer for a job, a job as a blacksmith and a mercenary as well for a company of mercenaries called The Bloody Dawn, he grabbed the poster and went into the Inn, searching for the man in question, Brammy, it took a while but he finally found him and the two began to talk and Tim then told that he was interested in the job, so he got a few more questions and answered each and everyone of them and he got hired. Now finally he felt that life was going well and would sort it self out he thought, not ready yet to let go of the memories he carried, yet he knew that his wife would want him to be happy, to be happy with someone if she had not been there.. Thinking of this made him feel sad so he drowned his sorrows in whiskey and ale for a few days...until he said to himself that it was enough, drink he can but he will never drink himself that drunk that he will not forget who he is..
He is up to this day still the blacksmith of The Bloody Dawn and he joins them out on contracts sometimes and enjoying life around the friends he has in the company, living a good life as he can, finding his work and the contracts to give him the most satisfaction he had for a long time...
