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Chapter 9:
Dyred Alwyrthar


The next morning, they all decided to continue on, to go to Rohan. Marlon came with them, adding one more adventurer to the group. After a hearty breakfast, King Thranduil and Woodland Elves wished them off. They knew that they would forever have the support of these Elves whenever they have the need. Carisan, Theomer, Karla, Marlon, Glorielin and Aymar rode their horses and with a final wave, left the Elves’ camp swifty.

Later, unknown to them, a figure was tracking their progress down the Anduin River to Rohan. Soon the stranger became impatient.

He rode ahead of them and cut across the path they were taking, drawing his cloak further over his face, simply waiting for them to come. When they were in view, he smiled, not moving an inch. "I'm going with you." He calmly said as they approached.

Needless to say every one of them was startled not just by the sudden appearance of the stranger but by the sheer boldness and arrogance of his statement. Theomer was put off by the man’s rudeness and Carisan was irritated that this man had slowed them down but Aymar and Karla found themselves intrigued by this peculiar elf. Dyred was his name and he offered his service as their guide to Mordor. Aymar explained that their destination was Rohan and not Mordor but still Dyred insist on going with them or else they will find themselves followed. And so, reluctantly they let the elf Dyred join in their journey.

Inger Eldelfeldt -- Black Rider

The group rode swifly as the afternoon wore on. They saw the procession of the trees of Mirkwood on their left while on their right they hear the gushing of the Anduin River. Everyone was silent, thinking his or her own private thoughts. Soon nightfall had arrived, and the group slowed down to make their camp for the night. But they noticed that they were on the vicinity of the stronghold of Dol Guldur, not a good place to spend the night. As everybody quickly gathered their belongings and mounted their horses again, Dyred sent out a wave of magic into the dark forest, hoping to kill whatever evil was lurking there.

Unfortunately, their flight wasn’t meant to be. Like a dream, Orcs had appeared from all directions, effectively shutting all paths for the group. But what is more frightening is the appearance of three Nazguls behind the platoon of Orcs, the same ones that occupy Dol Guldur for their Dark Master.

As the clouds uncovered the moon, it was clear to the group of the large size of the Orcs’ ambush. The Orcs laughed mockingly. They knew that between them and the mere seven of these elves and men, they’d never have the chance of escaping the ambush in one piece. The Orc leaders didn't give them a minute to think. Immediately, they gave the signals and all at once, the Orcs in the first circle rushed forward. The Nazgul silently watched the whole ambush, content in letting the Orcs destroy the group.