Character: A Bard of the Hall
Disclaimer: The environs of this world are Tolkien’s, as are most of who dwell there.
Swift, brutal, winging out of the night in a horror of snarling, flashing blades... his first encounter with orcs... very nearly his last.
Fangorn’s darkness seemed foreboding, so they’d camped outside – there weren’t supposed to be orcs here. Wildmen, Dunlendings with grudges, perhaps... but not orcs!
They were equipped for hunting, not battle – bows and knives against war-axes. How many times after did he praise the gods who sent patrolling Riders to their aid?
His cheek’s scarred by the axe that took his eye, he limps – but now when he sings of comrades lost – he knows the pain and grief.