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The host noticed a single figure mounted upon a horse gazing towards them from up a slight hill. Aemornion raied his hand in reply to the gesture but also as a signal to the host behind him to slow down and become more sharp of the surroundings. He looked at Dagonet and nodded to him that he follows him. With that they slowly trotted towards the man.

"The business of Gondor in this land is known to the king of Rohan himself and to me only for the time being" replied Aemornion with a firm tone while trying to catch a glimpse of the mans face.
"But first give me your name stranger, then I shall give you mine. Forgive me my awareness, but these are heavy times and I cannot allow myself not to be careful" the tone lessened now a bit and became more friendlier

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Rhayader nodded.
"I see. But who is their master? They..."
He looked around noticing the men and thought it best to lean into Airnae's ear and whisper it.
"They could quite easily crush us."

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"I would not know who, though I fear it is someone with a fierce hate for what history had done to defeat them, and their rath would come strong when finally released upon us..." She murmured.

Arinae nodded slowly, sighing dispondently as she took in his words. "I know... that is what I am nervous about, but we are holding our own for now, and that is what matters. As long as the orcs continue to give the enemy trouble, and as long as they are delayed for whatever it is they wait for, it will buy time for Gondor to assist us, and I pray the Valar guides them swiftly to us..."

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Jax looked down through the hords of orcs while listening to Arinae's words. Slowly he walked off, lookin gthrough the ranks or orcs.

Sudenly something caught his eye, a man amoung the orcs. A long distance away, though he matched Jax's steps perfectly as he walked, stairing intently at him.

Slowly the man walked infront of the orcs, the sight casting a mix of emotions into Jax. Hate, fear, confusion, anger, and others that stired his blood.

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Rhayader nodded.
"Can we do anything to better protect ourselves? What of Helm's Deep. Surely we could breach the castle and use that as a defense. We are out in the open here."

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"Perhaps... but in your opinion.... would you not think that it might wear down the strength of our forces, and break formation, thus inviting the enemy to open attack? Wouldn't it be wiser to await assistance from an outer source?" Arinae questioned Rahyader, half folding her arms by way of holding her right arm with her free left arm.

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Rhayader agreed.
"Indeed, I was merely providing you with an option my lady. Do you have a plan? We cannot surely sit here and wait like a sitting duck. By the time my people arrive the orcs may have already struck."

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Jax looked back at Arinae and Rahyader, niether one of them had seemed to notice him anyway so he continued on, hopping it would stay that way.

The man continued to follow him, stepp by stepp, each in perfect unisen. Jax stopped, giving the signal and releasing his sword belt and letting it fall to the ground.

The man responded likewise, and then followed witha set of hand signals. Jax wasn't sure about it... but he made up his mind to go. He secretly got a horse and jumped on it's back as the man left the orc camp ahead of him.

"Sir?" a man questioned him. "If anyone asks just tell them I went out to be alone for a while." Jax answered. The man nodded, not knowing Jax's real reason.

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"And I thank you for your suggestions, Rhayader, that is the reason I requested your assistance," she replied with a slight smile.

"I don't have a specific plan," Arinae murmured, "Except to cut down the orcs as they come, but a sitting duck is all we are no matter what we do."

She turned to look inwards, not noticing Jax's sudden absence. Scanning over the Rohirrim, Arinae released a quiet sigh. "I suppose we can make short but strong attacks along the edges, split the enemy as much as possible, though sparing our strength. I would rather push them back from the wall then have them pin us closer if we were to attempt an attack on Helm's Deep..."

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Corus laughed as, if he had expected of such from his countrymen and then shook his head slightly.

"My name is irrelevant, but if you insist you have two choices. Should you want to be my friend call me Corus, I have no knowledge if many of you know that name, but your fathers might remember it and of course... if you want to be my enemy call me Neracelc..."

Corus smirked and looked at the group as some whispered something about a warrant and murderer.

"As you realise yes I am a killer, a professional one to add and secondly I worked for Mordor once. Call me a terrible being, but I have currently no intention of raising my weapons against you unless you do it first and if I am attacked I will take many good men to my grave with me..."

Corus ended with a slight hmph as he drew his hood away revealing his bald head and tattooed face.

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"Very well."
He glanced out onto the plains between the orcs and them, then turned fully to check what he saw. A lone rider heading into no-man's land.
"Airnae... Who is that?"

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Jax raced out to the country, to the egsact location he would meat the rider from the enemy camp.

Jax jumped off his horse as the other man stood to his feet. "I should..." Jax gripped him by the throte, to the man's surprise. Jax calmed his anger and released the other man roughly.

"What do you want Athilen?!" Jax asked forcibly.
"You throw your life away brother." the man said softly. "Then I do it for a cause more worthy than your life has seen." Jax retorted.

"There is more to this than you know. He has returned to claim his lands. He will not spare you this time." Athilen warned him.

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Arinae turned to witness the sight Rhayader had mentioned. She peered across the barren ground between the two forces to behold the meeting of two men in the middle. "I do not know, but whoever it may be, if he comes back with his head still attatched, I shall surely be glad to detatch it as punishment for meandering towards the enemy without permission," she muttered with a stern and angered tone.

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"How long are you going to be a slave to his will? How long are you going do his evil deeds?!" Jax asked, nearly yelling.

"How long will I stay true to my kin?" Athilen questioned him.

"You stay true to your kin by killing your brother." Jax pointed out, turning to leave. "Don't throw away your life Jax! You can't win this battle!" Athilen called after him.

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Shock and awe did cross among the faces of the men behind him, the murmuring became stronger and stronger as the words bacame more heavier. Slowly the host entirely encircled the three in the middle

"Silence!" Commanded Aemornion to the men behind. He turned his gaze back towards the man infront but his eyes strained on Dagonet's face beside him as he watched his anger rouse in him and percieved his hand clutching the sword hilt. Quickly he clasped his shoulder firmly "Dagonet... nay! Not now!" he said in a low but firm voice.
Dagonet stirred at the touch as anger was kindled in his eyes. "Murderer" he spoke aloud into the mans face "If I would have come upon you alone, your head would had been likely rolling at my feet!" with that he desired to turn aside and bolt back to the group but he also didnt wish to abandon the captain so he pulled back a few paces.

Aemornion sighed heavy and his face was also stern and not very friendly but he managed to hold a even and firm tone in his voice "With such words you just have spoken your body would had been dragged all the way to the white city through the ground and still it would not be the proper punishment for the acts you commited to the fair and free folk." his eyes narrowed slightly "But your lucky that i can manage to control my men for the time being. How far will i be able, I do not know for that remains in your hands only. Will you continue to rouse their anger or not can be your choice between life and death for you"

With that he glanced through the plains and towards the West where Edoras should be. Haste drove him and he knows he cannot tarry here for long. He looked at Neracelc once more. "I will give you two choices and you must take one. First one is that you ride with us towards Edoras freely, wait there under guard of my men and after our task is accomplished, ride with us back towards Minas Tirith where you will be rightfully judged by the King himself" His face grew grim then "The second choice is that you put up a fight and try to escape from us." he glanced around "but im affraid it would be folly! Yes, you might bring some of my men down, even myself if you are so strong, but believe my words... you shall perish if you make that decision" With that Aemornion pulled back slightly "What say you?!" he asked in a stern voice

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Corus laughed arrogantly throwing hs head back.

"You sound very much like many people I have met on my way, they have all realised that I am not really their foe nor I should be putten to trial for my acts. I don`t deny my deeds, but unless you don`t know who Corus was or is then you have no right to judge me, but in anycase I will ride to Edoras and I must say one thing. I was first here, I was first here to help these people and I was just going to point you into the right direction... and what comes to rousing your men... they just can`t bear the real truth."

Corus threw his hood back on.

"So man of Gondor... ride along side with me and I will explain you that what has exactly happened, then I will lead you to the leader of the rohirrim troops... and that leader you will find to be a rather surprising person..."

Corus smirked and turned his horse beginning to slowly ride away waiting for them to follow and for to Aemornion come by his side so that they could speak.

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On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!