We rode through a long, old, stony bridge called the Araniant. Then we rode through part of Enedwaith where the grass were much greener, the trees stood tall and proud, in the distance to the west there was a large hill with a bunch of ruins on the top.

"Sumting's wrong…" Brockin suddenly said.

"Wat's wrong?" I asked. Brockin turned around and scanned the area around him.

"Nuthin'…" Brockin said but I could tell that he still thought something was wrong.

We carried on riding non-stop (unless it was for a meal) through the Windfells and then into Fordrith until we reached a river – on the other side was the lands of Eregion. I looked up to the sky and noted it was late nightfall – we've been riding for a day or two at the least. That's a day or two of no sleep…

"No… Sumting is wrong…" Brockin mutters when we crossed the river.

"Wat's wrong brother?" I asked.

"We're bein' watched!" Brockin hissed. "Quick!"

But it was too late – an arrow shot into Brockin's horse causing them to fall to the ground. Another arrow shot through my own steed – Lar. I cried out, "Lar!" Lar neighed sadly then he simply died as his blood was emptied out of his body. "Lar…" I croaked.

Brockin mumbles, "I'm sorry little brother…" Then he quickly says, "We have to move. Now!" He took my hand then we bolted with all our speed.

"Haha there's no escape from me!" A loud voice boomed. I recognised that voice anywhere…

"Freikron." I yelled out.

"Good, yer still growin' strong!" Freikron laughed then he revealed himself. He hadn't changed much but he wore a large black cloak and black battle-armour with a symbol of the White Hand.

Brockin growled, "This was a trap right?"

Freikron crackled, "So yer finally get tis through yer thick head!"

I roared out, "We'll destroy yer, Freikron!"

"Oh really?" Freikron smiled. He clicked his fingers and suddenly about fifty or so orcs marched up behind him.

"Oh… Tis bloody great…" Brockin muttered.

"How can yer destroy me now?" Freikron laughed.

Brockin whispered to my ear, "When I tell yer ter run, yer run allright?"

I whispered back, "How can we run from them when they've git us surrounded…?"

Brockin gives a grim smile, "Watch…"

"Hoy Freikron. How 'bout a little battle? Me and Brookin against your forces?" Brockin yelled.

I hissed, "Are yer crazy?"

Brockin says, "Don't worrit!"

"Yer seriously tink yer'll win?" Freikron said as if he was amused.

Brockin grinned, "Of course, I'll win. I've forget ter mention that'd we've git an army too."

Freikron mutters confusingly, "Where are they? Are they invisible?"

I grumbled, "Aye, yer mad Brockin…"

Then Brockin turned behind him then bellowed, "Am I right?"

Then a voice came out, "Hard ter fool yer son, eh? Eh?" A figure came out behind a tree.

Brockin and I said at the same time, "Father?"