Stones

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.

Almost two weeks had passed since Fiontann left Bree, now he was in the heart of the North Downs, camping in the place called Kingsfell, between the Elven settlement in the South and the Dwarven in the North. Those abandoned farms were a good place to stay away from the cold and rain and Fion made sure that his presence would be unnoticed, lighting a small fire and covering the windows.