Tolbold

An there we ‘ave it! All our plans come ter naught. Them got Henepa last night, took her from her bed and were away without a sound. Her Elf knife be on the floor, with blood on it. She would have given ‘em a fight if she could. Them happen ter get me brother, Gaisarix, as well, and again. He be caught twice now.

So what ter do?

I be told by the others I must start keepin' a record, as me writin' is the best. That may be so, but Tolbold has a mighty fine hand when he put his mind ter it. He be the boss though, an Assistant Chief Shirriff! So I get the short straw and he get the honour fer thinking of records. 

 ( Hounds and Hobbits, by Parnard  to read about Guy's rescue.)

Tolbold had spent the night in the cellar of ‘The Bent Elbow’, with Henepa’s permission, of course. It was an odd situation, and he didn’t like it one bit. He liked his own bed, with his own blankets in his own house. But he figured if he didn’t know if or where Guy Appleby was sleeping, he didn’t deserve comfort. 

The elves rode out from the Hall into the lands east, where the woods opened into a broad field and smoke arose above the oak trees, and coming to a halt, they gazed upon thatched roofs and neat, well-tended gardens with orderly fences. They had reached the bounds of the village of the small folk and were reluctant to come closer. Just as they were about to turn their horses and ride away, a voice cried out,

It took us nigh an hour to ride to the place near Tighfield. A high dark ridge was to our right, like a shadow looming against the starlit sky. The air was cool and fresh, with just a small promise of rain and a far off hint of fire. All was still, save from the occasional hoot of an owl. Some distance ahead and off to the right, a few lanterns could be spotted, twinkling like far lesser stars in the windows of some of the Halfling’s homes.

Parnard Teludarion is a wood elf from the Greenwood. Little more than a child in his six hundred and fifty years compared to we two First Age Noldor, yet he is our mutual friend and ally. What he lacks in experience, he makes up for with curiosity, wit and eloquence. Though seemingly trained in the ways of combat I am uncertain if it is according to his people’s way, as he eschews a bow and knife (save for eating) and instead uses a longsword, Steel-Thorn, made for him by Estarfin.