Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-25356210-20150603170855/@comment-26044072-20150605200123

Abrazan is lead back to the Dol-Amroth camp deep within the forest. The Scout lead him along from the shore for over 4 hours until they reached a small clearing. In the clearing was 5 tents, a fire, and 20 men. The horse scout lead Abrazan to the biggest tent out of the three. Then the scout stopped in front of the entrance, dismounted, ties Abrazan's bounded hands to a near by stake, and went in. After two minutes the scout came back with a tall bulky, old man who was the captain. The man walked up to Abrazan and spoke to him saying "So it is true than an Umbarian spy has come into our lands... I allways knew those savages could never be trusted... Who are you worm and what is it you have come here for?" Abrazan understood a little but was still trying to decipher the Captain's words, "Speak!" said the man. Abrazan did not answer but was still trying to figure out what to say what the man would know. Than the captain drew out his blade from its shealth and pointed at his throat and said "I said.. SPEAK!". Abrazan said in his language "I do  not understand you please do not harm me for i have done you no fault!" the captain responded in a astounded voice and in Abrazan's own language "You... You speak the tongue of the Kings of old.. Where did you learn such speech only few are left in Gondor and Arnor who know the ancient dialect..." he turns to the scout and says "This is no Umbarian, for they do not know such a speech, untie his bonds i will talk to him" the scout unties his bonds and the captain gestures for him to follow. The two walk inside the captain's tent. The interior of the tent was glamorously decorated with fine tables, food, armour, a beautiful bed, and many other things. The captain sat at a small table near his armour stand in the corner near the entrance. Abrazan sits in the seat opposite. The man then says in the Numenorean tongue "What is your name?" "Abrazan" "Where are you from Abrazan? For surely you are not from here.." "Iam from the Islands of the far east... I landed on your shores after a month at sea surviving only upon a small raft from the broken pieces of my boat..." '......" " I did not answer to your tongue for i did not know it.. but it seemed very familar... Where am i?" The Captain got up and lead Abrazan to a near by table it had a map of Middle Earth on it. "You my friend are in Middle Earth.... We are here" Pointing to Dol-Amroth on the map. "You are in the kingdom of Gondor founded by the Numenoreans a very long time ago, and here at Minas Tirith does the kings rule...the kings of the line of Elros.." Abrazan in shock said "Gondor.... i have only heard that name once in stories told by the elder man who dwelled in my town..." "Since you are not a Umbarian and i am sorry for our mistake, i would like to offer to take you to Minas Tirith... We are on our way there as a matter of fact... if you came with us i would teach you our language and in Minas Tirith you could get information and resources to help you journey home if that is your desire..." there was a small pause "I do desire to journey home.. but i truely desire to see Minas Tirith and the glory of Gondor before i do go... and if you could teach me your language as you say i shall come along".