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Elhadron pulled his cloak tighter around his body and raised his hood above his face. There were many humans, all of them bold and curious, and inquisitive, but Elhadron did his best to be less noticed by them, trailing softly at the heels of his companions. In the ale house, he stood by the door, head tilted slightly, listening. Framsburg. So that was where they were. Where had the Lady gone and why was she now in the room and not before them?    It was uncanny. Evil, even, and he wished to be free as quickly as possible, but how, he could not guess. 

Elhadron bowed deeply at the words of the king of the eagles, reciting them three times to ensure the accuracy of the message, although of the warning of the fortress, he could make out little of its meaning. For he had travelled far and wide with the Errant Companies, but never had he passed through those regions, but he vowed to carry that message of warning to the Lord Elrond as well. Perhaps the Wise could make some sense of it.    But soon they travelled once again, to an old town, older even than him, though he knew the references of which Irime spoke. The riding of Eorl and his people had saved the sons of the Numenoreans, waylaid by the servants of the enemy in days long past. He aided his injured companions as best he could, though the wounds were grave and they weary, until at last sleep took him too.    Darkness fell in horror and he woke soon after, gazing around in dismay. "This is the work of some foul sorcery- these words you speak are older than the memories of your people. Some accursed memory is being forced upon us. Indeed, stay near the Lady and ward her." He reached to draw whatever weapons he may have been carrying, staring at them before shaking his head. "Although I know not what good they may do us."    He paused for a few moments, furrowing his brow, before speaking softly at first, then more loudly, "Aiya Eärendil elenion ancalima! This is some power beyond my ken." 

After the task was finished, Elhadron stepped away, sealing the small pot of ointment and turning to study the others in his party, before bowing deeply to the Eagles. "As I have said, I am Elhadron of Rivendell, though of late I have spent much of my time with the errant companies of my kin or bearing messages between my lords. Have my lords any message for me to bear my lord Elrond, should we reach the destination of our journey?"        

Healing Roll for Gaerthor         

Elhadron staggered to his feet and then bowed deeply among the eagles of the eyrie. "I am Elhadron, my lords, and these are my companions, several of whom are also grievously injured in defense of the Lady here, whose identity I cannot say is granted to me to share without her bidding. But I am a healer, certainly no master of the healing arts nor a sage of any great wisdom, but with your permission, I might treat the wounded, starting with your chieftain, for we owe a great debt."    He paused to pull out a small jar of healing ointment, awaiting permisison.   

Only if the dice like me! 

Yeah, Elhadron is definitely not set up as a combatant 😆 Very much more of a healer and support character. 

Elhadron shuddered under the impact of another blow against his buckler and he struck out again, breathing heavily with the effort as the hedge of spears pressed close, hemming him and his companions in closer around Irime and his horse.    His arm burned with the effort and he was splattered with blood, although whose he could not determine. His breath caught in his throat as he slashed and stabbed against the spear to break the points from the staves.    Then Irime was gone and he spun in panic, but it was the shape of great eagles he saw, rather than an orc, followed shortly by others taking the rest of his companions. Then great claws grabbed him and he felt the ground drop beneath him, and the land spread out before him like a map.    His head spun in surprise, but he could not keep his eyes away from the ground.     

Alright, no worries! 

Alright, let's try combat now that I survived the wedding 

Though the arrows sung as they sprang from the bowstring, they did not strike true, much to Elhadron's disappointment, but he paid it no mind, for the great horde of goblins and uruks surged towards them. He cast his bow behind him, to the saddle where his horse stood and drew the longsword from his sheath, staying in the rear, with the buckler on one hand. The sword steel sang against the leather and he clutched at it with his hand.    His eyes shone in starlight as the first orc came to meet him, trading blows back and forth, his own blade sparking against the crude armor of the orc soldier who hewed at him with a cruel fury. Elhadron stepped aside, parried, and riposted, dancing away from the heavy blows before lunging forward again to try and go past the defenses. 

The light flared from Irime and Elhadron nearly dropped his bow in surprise. What it was, he could not say, save that it was something of great power and struck fear even into the hearts of the stoutest of goblins.    It made his heart sing in some sort of way, although he could understand little of it. But it soon faded, and he strung an arrow on his bow even as his eyes readjusted to the darkness. His bow sang three times, loosing arrows into the night at the horde of goblins. 

Archery Rolls. Failed Valour Test 

Alright, let's see if any luck swings our way this time. 

Dread Test- TN 15