Isengard

The man stopped, standing still, not unlike a statue, as if some sort of spell had just frozen him. He narrowed his eyes as he recognized what was before him, the beast that had already defeated him once: a Warg, as big as a horse and black as the night. It could be any black Warg, especially since the last time it was in the Lone-Lands, miles away... but Ildrand knew it was that Warg. The same size, the same growl, the same eyes.

Ever since Deorgast has been forgiven by the most recent Thane of the Wold of the crimes he had been accused of, The Swiftly abandoned his nomad ways to stay in Rohan and defend the Wold against the Easterling threat that rose, each day more bold and strong. He was now not a hunter in light clothing and only a bow and backpack by his side, but he returned to being a fully armoured soldier, with a sword and shield. However, always with his bow by his side.

http://laurelinarchives.org/node/20525

The link contains Tidhelms account for Leofmund's captivity and death

Epilogue

(OOC: Timeline of this story, the event described below happened before Theodred and Grimbold entered the gap of Rohan. The camp described was of a small group of riders (~100) stationed there prior to Theordreds arrival.)

[This entry is written in Sindarin in a small leather-bound journal. A few red speckles litter the page.]

I was so foolish! How could this have happened? I should have been there, and perhaps he wouldn’t have been taken…