Tending the Wounded in Osgiliath

Elendil walks around the city, taking a short break from the chaos. He noticed the once grand walls of the city were dark and blood-stained, most likely caused by the grand battle. Elendil then noticed something out of the ordinary. He briefly caught a glimpse of a child hiding in between the bodies of the dead. Elendil walked toward the child. "Child... It is okay... I won't hurt you... the Orcs are dead little one." The child looked up at Elendil with frightened eyes. "Stay away... those Orcs attacked me. How do I know you are not one..." Elendil notices a wound on the boy, a minor cut on the arm. "Little one... you have been cut... let me tend to your wound. Do I look like an Orc? Elendil slowly put Nasil down on the ground. He then approaches the boy.

The boy hesitates, but then allows Elendil to inspect his arm. Elendil noticed hat the cut wasn't very serious. It looked like a scratch to him. "You'll be just fine boy... the cut isn't bad at all. What were you doing at a place like this? This city was under the control of Mordor before we came..." The boy starts crying with a scared expression in his face. "I wandered from the city. I was chasing a bird... but then I got lost after awhile. I came here thinking it was home... but I saw these scary Orcs. I want my mommy..." He hugs Elendil closely, not wanting him to let go. Elendil smiled. This boy had remind him of his own son, Eldarion, when he was his age. "Don't worry little one... I will take you home."

Elendil walked back to the main center of the city with the boy in hand. Beregond approached him. "Mi'lord... most of the men have been tended to. I think our task here is done." Beregond glanced at the terrified child. "What is a child doing here mi'lord? Elendil grasped the child's hand with reassuring kindness. "I found this poor child hiding in between dead bodies. He was scared out of his mind. He somehow reached this city before the battle and had been in hiding ever since. I am personally escorting him home. I shall go now Beregond... I leave you in charge with 2,000 men to garrison the city. I expect you to do well." Beregond bowed to the Steward. "Yes mi'lord. I shall die if I ever let this city fall." Elendil turned and walked toward his battle-hardened horse. He lightly put the child on the horse, mounted it, and rode off toward Minas Tirith determined to bring the boy home...

A Soldier approaches Elendil and said, "Anfalas's Avenger is here to meet you". A young man walked towards them, saying, "Elendil,Steward of Gondor?It's an honour to meet you.I'm Pierre,mate, and I'm here to aid you against the armies of Mordor." His giant axe was hung over his back, and Elendil spotted many daggers on his waist..

Elendil was startled, for he still had the child upon his horse. He was sleeping like an angel caressed by the gods. Nonetheless, Elendil greeted the young man. "Hello stranger. You want to fight against the armies of Mordor? What do you intend to do?" Elendil eyed the stranger up and down, but saw no immediate danger.

"Mate, I would like to become your bodyguard. I'm skilled in the ways of melee combat and I would love to rake up some kills.......I am still young, 19, and I can also raise a mercenary army easily in any major city because of my reputation...I await your order, Sir!"

Elendil chuckles like a hearty dwarf. "Haha... you are a brave one I see... but before I make my decision... I need to see what you can do. Come with me to Minas Tirith. Elendil nods toward the direction of Minas Tirith.

ooc : Im not a dwarf....Im a man

ic:"Yes,Sir!"

With that notion, Pierre accompanies Elendil, climbing atop his black horse.Many of the soldiers who saw Pierre was immediately heartened at the presence of such a renowned warrior.The Lion of Anfalas, indeed.

OOC: I laughed like a dwarf. Wasn't calling you one lol.

IC: Elendil started riding again for Minas Tirith. He turned towards Pierre. "So stranger... may I ask your name? I like to address those I meet properly."

ooc: oops didnt see that.

ic: I am Pierre Bouvier, from one of the smaller villages of Anfalas, at your service.I have killed dozens of Orcs and Goblins. I got lucky once with an Uruk-hai.

Pierre made a fist in his chest, as a sign of respect."I have heard of your victory against the armies of Mordor here in Osgiliath.I hope to find the one true advesary that is worth killing!"

Elendil could see that the man truly wanted to serve under him. Perhaps he could use him. "Very well... I shall see what you can do. We need to reach Minas Tirith quickly. I feel uneasy with me and my men out here." Elendil then salutes the warrior as a sign of unrelenting respect.

Pierre salutes back " Very Well, Let us ride to Minas Tirith!"

Pierre slows down behind the Steward and after his audience with the Steward, several mounted soldiers rode with him , to hear Pierre's travels which is very famous for. The Steward could see that the troops morale rose after his presence....Pierre also got a very good reception among the soldiers, many wanting to share food or water, which Pierre declined.

Elendil watches the soldiers adore Pierre. He becomes curious. "So Pierre... what have you done thus far to make you what you are now? I see promise in you..."

"My Lord, I didn't do anything impressive as yours. They must have heard my travels from mercenaries, pub visitors or even other soldiers. I traveled all around after my village in Anfalas got raided...I am just a simple Crusader against darkness, to avenge my village."

Elendil, interested in Pierre's history, eyed Pierre. "So I assume you have no family? My father was killed in an ambush by Mordor, and my mother dead of old age. I know how it feels. Not to mention my son's death..."

Pierre's eyes burned with intensity as he said.." My whole family was butchered by goblins in my village's raid.Militia got slaughtered too. Rusty swords and Pitchforks ain't good against cleavers, axes and spears, mate . I slit the goblin's leader head from behind , took this axe" He gestured to his axe.." and ran.ran away.I will never run again.This time the armies of darkness will run."

Elendil nods with agreement. "We are getting close to Minas Tirith. The child still sleeps... let us hurry Pierre. I have much to discuss with you once we reach my city..."

"Alright.My Lord"

Pierre spurred his horse onwards, slightly ahead of the army, and turned around to view the army. A breahtaking sight, Pierre heartened at the sight of such a disciplined and cohesive force.After rejoining the army, a soldier told him that they are now at the outskirts of Minas Tirith.