Attack on the Caravan

[Tinaldor]

Tinaldor had suspected as much. He guessed that Proc, in his weakness, would send the women and children to Nan Elmoth. A few strewn soldiers defended it, as it headed to its doom. Tinaldor signaled to his cavalry, and blew a horn, a signal to the nazgul. They charged into the long line of innocent humans, slaughtering as they went. They has overestimated the good left in him. It did not take long. Tinaldor cleaned his sword off, and sent for his commander in chief.
"Cut off their heads, and bring them to the battle. They will be useful. And of course, one rider take a head to Nan Elmoth. Let them know the cost for crossing me."
Tinaldor jumped on his horse, and rode off to the main army.

[TheBratPrincess]

*BP shook her head* "I would not anger Austin or Ara that way Tinaldor. Send the heads to Rohan and on to Gondor. Perhaps even send one to the white wizard in his black tower. But do not turn against the only others on this Middle Earth who are of your kind. I know what that is like. I don't have a kind anymore. Thy all died by my hand."

[Tinaldor]

"Wise decision my lady. It shall be done so. Though, I deem even my brother shall betray me in the ensueing battle."

[TheBratPrincess]

"But is it not true that you betray everyone as well? Will you betray me? Will I betray you? If need be, I am my own master first."

[Gandalf the White]

The form of Gandalf appeared suddenly, without warning in the middle of the slain, he placed a hand on the ground, his ring shone brightly for a moment, and the lifeless forms of the fallen sank into the ground as if it were liquid. He then stood, his head bowed, and faded out of sight.

[TheBratPrincess]

"Gandalf! Gandalf please!" *BP cried out. But he was already gone*