Here I Go

The siblings sailed down the River Poros out of Mordor to the larger Anduin River that connected to the Belegaer Sea, leaving the Mountains of Shadow behind. Uanor's sloop traveled slowly under the Crossing of Poros, the bridge connecting southern Ithilien to Harondor.

"We will not make it past Dol Amroth. Not by sea." Uanor told his brother as he guided them to the north bank of the Anduin and hid his sloop under tarps and felled tree limbs, "We will have to march overland. Around Lebennin and Linhir and the mountains of Dor-En-Ernil."

"That will run us right into Ethring." stated Gorgum as he lifted four wheels out of the sloop and began assembling a prefabbed cart on which they would load their supplies.

Uanor smiled as he yoked Damocles to the cart, "Did I not say you would be grateful for the dog's presence before the end? If Mursha did not bring him, it would be you pulling the cart."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" barked the huge creamy Uruk, "You had me worried about needing the dog to save my life or something and it was about pulling the cart?"

"Was your heart set on pulling the cart?" Uanor cast a side eye at his brother.

"Would have been a good workout, ya'know? Like dad pulling his old loot sleds." Gorgum smirked.

Their sister handed out cloaks to her brothers and long bolts of silk for them to wrap around their heads and faces. Now brightly dressed as merchants from Harad, the trio loaded up a chest of pretty baubles for the completion of the ruse, thin though it was.

They traveled for many days through the wilderness, and once more they became thankful for their father's ingenuity, for the spring suspended cart traveled far more smoothly through the unvisited terrain than any other outside of Mordor, and their bronze shod wheels never gave out.

A big part of them wished to visit the seaside city of Dol Amroth and meet the Prince, Imrahil, for the man was a certified signed sealed and delivered pirate stomping Orc slaying badass and his Swan Knights were more of the same. Swan Knights tend to be quite badass in any setting.

Unfortunately the whole Orc slaying bit meant that the people of Dol Amroth would auto aggro on two thirds of the party and their dog to boot, so Uanor would have to withhold his dream of seducing and impregnating a princess to create an international scandal.

Robbed of his jollies the Elf made for poor company and found himself surrounded by the like minded.

"This adventure sucks." Gorgum spat as Damocles trotted through the woods.

"It's not so bad." Uanor snarked, "We got to ride a boat. Then a cart. All the while being quite stealthy and cunning."

"This adventure has been one hundred precent traveling. Where's the action!" Gorgum snarled, spooking the birds out of nearby trees.

"We are about to enjoy some of that. In five, four, three, two…" Uanor purposefully trailed off before a giant elk jumped in front of them.

"Oh shit!" Gorgum shouted as Damocles took off after the elk, towing the siblings along for the ride.

Mursha cried out in glee as the family dog chased the giant elk through the woods until the beast finally tired and the massive Bully Warg tore it to pieces and devoured it.

"Good boy." Uanor muttered as he pulled a bird out of his hair.

Fortunately the elk led them to the edge of the woods and they soon came within sight of the stone and mortar town of Ethring, the very town that Aragorn would pass with his army of the dead and the Gray Company on his way to the battle of Pelennor Fields. The town existed on both banks of the Ringlo River and is the only major settlement in the Ringlo Vale and the only stop on the road between the fiefdom of Lamedon, and the city of Lindir. This south road ran all the way to Erech, the hill that bore the stone of Isildur upon which the Men of the White Mountains swore their ill fated oath of loyalty and support in battle to Gondor.

Damocles drove the townsfolk off in fear until the family was surrounded by a mob on the other side of the river. A man of peace, Uanor stood up in the cart and addressed them.

"Good people of Ethring. Allow us to pass." he said in a firm tone.

"Why'd you bring that beast into town?" A pitchfork wielding man asked.

"We gave diplomacy it's fair due." Uanor declared then pulled his long curved sword from the cart, "Oh boy. Here I go, killing again."

With a wide grin the Black Elf leapt from the cart and set about to slaughtering the people. Men, women, children all lives matter to bronze skinned Elf, and as a matter of fact the young man is no quitter. Even when they ran and hid he took the time to hunt them down, showing them the work ethic instilled in him by his father. Before sunset Uanor finished tracking down those who fled into the wilderness and had put the entire town to the sword.

He returned to a warm bonfire and a hot meal kindly cooked by his sister.

"And I thought Seregon was supposed to be the bloodthirsty psychopath out of you lot." Gorgum grunted.

Uanor looked up from his plate of roast leg with mushrooms and bread aghast, "How dare you compare me to that savage?"

Gorgum chuckled and pointed to some of the nearby bodies, "I doubt they would have noticed a difference between you."

"Take that back." Uanor demanded, "I gave diplomacy it's due, you both heard me. Seregon would have never said more than some pre-slaughter jokes."

"We should have traveled with him instead of you." Gorgum snorted, "At least he has jokes."

Mursha joined her brother in laughter at the visible offense on the Elf's face.