Hope you like this, even if it is a little short.

Garan was just sitting himself down to a nice snack when he heard another commotion coming from the cells.

What is it this time? Another clever plan hatched by our newest arrival?

He pulled himself out of the chair, rather reluctantly, and shuffled down the rows of cells. It was late afternoon and the din of battle seemed to be growing worse. Garan feared that they would soon be coming in the direction of the jails. This, of course, would be bad and he had been contemplating how to handle it. However, for the time being he thought it best to find the source of that sound, hoping it wasn't the enemy.

"What in the…?"

He stopped when he came to the cell of the woman. Threwen was nowhere to be seen! The window was intact, along with the door. Garan, immediately suspecting a trap, opened the cell cautiously. There was no use taking any chances with her because he had no idea what she was capable of. He was also reminded of the knife he had confiscated from her. It was still safely secured in his belt.

"Threwen?" he called out, gazing into the corners of the room by using the light from the window. He could hear the loud sounds of battle coming from the opening. He began to edge toward it, wanting a glimpse of the din.

Suddenly he felt himself knocked to the ground, his elbow striking the hard stone, causing him to wince in pain as blood started to seep through the fabric of his shirt. He rolled over to find the woman pinning him down, a fierce look on her face. Her emerald eyes seemed to be wondering what to do with him. He also noticed a trace of pain in them.

"What do you think you can accomplish by jumping me?" Garan asked, quickly trying to use all his strength to push her off him.

However, quick as flash, her hand whipped out, grasped the small dagger that was tucked in his belt, and placed it at his throat, pinning him to the ground again. The very expression on her face warned him from trying to move.

"Alright," he said calmly. "That's the way it's going to be, is it?"

He watched as she looked out the door of the cell. He tried to roll out of the way but she pushed him down again.

"Keys," she said, her eyes hard.

Garan put his hand down to get them from his belt and placed them on the floor next to them. He watched as she still thought about what to do next and he began to think she wasn't as threatening as she seemed.

"Are you really going to hurt me, Threwen?" he asked, staring her straight in the eye. Garan knew there was a weakness in there and he planned on reaching it. "Do you think you can do that?"

Glancing at the arm that wasn't holding the knife he saw a small spot of blood soaking through the fabric of her clothing. She was injured although he wasn't sure how it happened. That explained the pain in her eyes and he realized how hard it must've been to knock him down.

For a moment she hesitated, the knife still poised at his throat. Though her hand did not waver, the cold resolution in her eyes did. For a split second Garan thought she would let him go. But then the eyes turned hard again and she grabbed a fistful of his hair.

"Yes," she said in response to his question. "I can."

With that she slammed his head against the ground and his world was plunged into darkness.

As much as Threwen hated hurting the jail keeper, she needed to get out. It wasn't just because she needed to deliver her message, since she knew it wasn't all that important. Garan had pointed this out to her. She just wanted out. She hated being caged like that, especially when there was a battle going on around her and she was virtually helpless in that cell. Besides, Garan wasn't seriously harmed. He would just have one big headache when he woke up.

Now, to find Gandalf.

A familiar face and an ally was something she was craving at that point in time. She rushed out the cell door, locking it on the way out. After a few hesitant steps she remembered how to escape the place and hurried to the door. Once out, she turned down the street, relatively sure of where she was going.

I'll find a soldier and ask him where to find Gandalf.

She started on her search but soon found she needed to sit down because of the pain in her shoulder. Staging a fall from the bench and then knocking down Garan had really taken its toll on her wound. She knew she wasn't supposed to overexert herself but these were odd circumstances. Besides, she had a high pain tolerance. She could handle a little pain. However, touching the tender area resulted in a spot of blood forming on her hand. She realized that she needed a new bandage.

Gandalf first, bandage later.

Rounding a corner Threwen nearly collided with a soldier. For a moment she was afraid it was Rhadoc but the large man simply brushed her aside, looking behind him frantically. She tried to ask him where the wizard was but he just ignored her and hurried down the lane in the opposite direction from which he had come. Wondering at what was going on, Threwen looked down the street. More soldiers were hurrying away from a loud noise around another corner. Threwen felt a knot form in the bottom of her stomach.

Oh, no.

She stopped another soldier. "What's going on?" she asked, fear grabbing hold of her.

The soldier didn't seem to notice her for a second but then he looked down at her. "Miss, you should get away from here!" he exclaimed. "The battle is no place for you!"

The battle?

The soldier moved on but she tried to stop him again. "Wait!" she cried.

Then she heard a noise that sent chills down her back. It was a low growl that caused her to slowly pivot around, not conscious of the swarm of men that were running past her in an attempt to get away.

A Warg.

The next one is coming soon.