I rip my arrow out of another one.

"Aragorn, these dwarfs do not hail from Morder nor Isengard." I say.

"How can you be sure?" Aragorn asks me. 

"Their smell is different. It taints the air. It smells like webs and a sickness." I say.

"If they do not come from Morder nor Isengard, where the sprite do they come from?" Gimli asks me.

"I do not know." I say.

"This is different than anything Sauron has thrown at us." Aragorn says. 

I nod. The air around us is thicker and it smells like a disease. Their armor had... webs? They were tangled in webs as if spiders had gotten them. I hear something rustling from behind us. I turn. I shoot an arrow.

"Ghay!" I hear a yell. 

A brown ball flings out. A brown ball with a long brown beard and a wooden staff.

"Radagast." I say.

I've only met him a few times. He's an unusual sort obsessed with the forest and all its creatures. He hasn't been seen for a while. According to Saurman, he's the lowest wizard. Personally, I don't think he's so off. It's just he's a bit skittish.  He looks up. He dusts himself off.

"Good day Lord Legolas!" Radagast removes his hat.

"What are you doing here?" I jump down.

"Looking for you of course." He says walking forward.

"Why me? What has happened?" I ask.

"Your father wants to see you. Something is wrong in Mirkwood." He says.

My heart almost freezes.