Bree to Moria RPG

[Eäráng]

Kal heard something in the distance, and Eäráng was oblivious to what she heard.
"This way." Kal said to the elf. Wha? What was going on? He followed her outside, where they saw three figures standing in a sea of death. It wasn't the most comforting thought, surrounded by all these dead Orcs, rotting flesh, and who knows what else.
"Hey, isn't that--"
"Lara, Alaird, and Katt." Kal finished for him. They ran to the group, and there was much rejoicing. There they were, five explorers, with two Hobbits, which was really unusual.
"How'd you find us?" Lara asked. She was perplexed over this situation, Eäráng saw.
"We used our eyes--"
"And ears, and nose." Kal finished for him, again. Eäráng was getting very annoyed at this. Why?!?
They all heard a groan just then, and they all looked at the source of the noise. A man had dragged himself outside, and was now staring at the group. He had been stabbed, cut, been used as a pincushion numerous times, and he had still managed to stay alive. But he looked very familiar, very...
MAEW!!! It was Maew! He was still alive! "Wha...wha' happened..." he asked.
"You almost got yourself killed. What happened to you?" Kal asked him. She had missed him very much after she had found him almost dead.
"I...I dunno...left here...Orcs find me...hurt me bad..." was all Maew could spit out before he went unconcious.
"He needs help." Alaird said, very sternly. "Katt, let's get him to a safer place. Here, I'll help." The two Hobbits picked him up and heaved him into a little clearing, where they could help him more. There they bound his wounds, and he was at least better than he was before. The others knew that they would have to find the others of their party soon, so they left Kal there to guard over the Hobbits, and Maew, and Lara and Eäráng went after the others.