“The North is in turmoil.“ a stern voice said unto his herald of old “The Rangers cannot hope to hold back this storm.”
Sardan couldn't do much else than listen to this Captain of Gondor. His duty was sacred to him just as every Gondorian worth his salt did feel. His commander kept pacing in the guest house in Rivendell, obvious worry on his mind.
“I thought that the walls and men of Gondor kept the lands behind us safe and secure from the enemy. Now, I am not so sure. It seems that we are fighting and dying needlessly along the Anduin, holding the forces of Mordor at bay, only for others to assail our rear!” his officer stopped in his hasty stride and stared at the herald who showed every sign of deference to him “I need you to gather a party of wayward men whom are willing, here closest to these lands, and organize them into a fellowship to investigate the source of this growing threat in Eriador. I know your father back home. He is a noble man and a great leader and I fought alongside your brother in Osgiliath. The blood of a strong leader is in you and now you must step forward. Cast off your wandering spirit and answer the aid of the White City, for, if you do not do this, and even so we may prevail against Mordor, in time we may find our walls assaulted by the forces of Angmar in its stead!"
“My Lord,” Sardan said compliantly, “I would do as you ask but I know not how to raise a host of any sort, let alone spy on the Enemy.”
Surprised by his herald's reluctance, the Captain stopped to think yet again. “I trust you will find a way to find kinship with the Men of Bree. Although they are not often of noble ilk, they are just as keen on defending our homes as we are. More so than any Elf of Rivendell."
“Yes my Lord.” Sardan said with a salute to his commanding officer.
“I will be leaving here soon to report back to Gondor. I will not be able to assist you. Farewell!" His captain called after him.
Once outside the door, Sardan walked to his steed to find it sorted and ready with supplies. Showing signs of preparations beforehand. He mounted up and thought of his task ahead. The last sightings of any Servants of Angmar was close to the town of Combe, in Chetwood...
