The road was long and his pace slow as he was passing around the mountains, between which the orcs had their camps and Fiontann walked around them quietly, he had left Hedinn in Trestlebridge and made his way on foot so that he would leave less tracks behind him. Now the way back seemed longer than it was when he traveled towards Kingstead. The river was cold but luckily for him he found some shallow spots to avoid being too long in it and as soon as he reached the other side he made a small camp to dry out before setting off again, even a small cold could mean death out there.
From the spot he was at he could see the Elven settlement and gazed at it, recalling the nights The Fateless Wanderers spent there, defending in during the nights and licking their wounds during the day, until the Elven force came and drove the orcs back.Thoughts like that came and go in his mind, thinking about everything, but mostly looking at the future and what is to come. A little before the darkness fell he was ready to go once more and started walking around the mountains, above them the smoke of the fires in the orc encampments could be seen rising in the sky and curiosity got the better of him!
Quietly he walked up a path full of sharp rocks and followed it till he reached the top, he then sat on a flat rock and looked below. Even in the night the orcs were moving about, working on their siege machines and weapons making, though not many of them, but still a good number of them, especially of orcs. He was tempted to light his pipe but knowing that it would be something too stupid to do so he sat and watched for a little longer before hanging his backpack on his back again to make his way to the beach once more to follow the bank to the other way and near Trestlebridge.
Just when he reached the steepest spot over the beach he saw a fire approaching, he waited for some moments till he hear the usual snarls of the orcs and knowing that it was a patrol he hid behind a tree above them, waiting for the orcs to pass. Fion stood against the tree, looking below but the small sandy spot where he had his foot collapsed and with it he was about to fall too. For just a moment he managed to grab a branch, probably the only broken one and with his weight be broke it completely and fell on the orcs, it was three of them!
With a loud thump the three of them had lain down and FIon was ontop of them, when he looked around, grunting he saw that they were goblins, luckily for him! One of them, the leader as it seemed had managed to get up first and drew its sword, Fion rolled away from the other two at once and let his backpack fall behind him and drew his greatsword. All three of them launched at him and he had to fall to his knee and hold his sword horizontally with both hands to manage to hold them back. They pushed and pushed against him and almost made him fall back but once more he rolled, this time to the side, so that the goblin that he faced had the other two behind it. It was a crucial moment!
Fion swung his sword and slashed across its face, dropping it dead, the leader pushed the other one towards him and Fion took some steps back, looking at both of them as they started to step away from each other. They attacked together and Fion held his sword vertically and as soon as their swords clashed with him he made a turn and passed between them and to the other side. He hit the one to his right with the pommel of his sword and then kicked it to the ground with force, he would be unable to kill it though as the other one ran at him swinging its sword threateningly and Fion defended and stepped back once more, trying to remain as quiet as possible so that the sound of the fight wouldn't reach any other patrols or even the main camps.
They exchanged a few more blows and just before the second goblin got up Fion managed to kill the goblin but before dying the third one stabbed his left upper leg. With an angry grunt Fion kneeled and defended against the incoming blow of the risen goblin and bent his already injured knee to roll to the side and stab it to its side. With angry grunts he got up cursing and walked to his backpack, he hang it on his back after wiping the blood off the blade and sheathing his sword and made his way to Trestlebridge. "I grew heavy and loud... He was right..." he thought and grinned before pulling the hood up to cover his head with it.
