The Last One In Middle Earth

Camp

Finns pov

The man froze as soon as I left the bush, but he seemed to quickly get over his shock. He kept on looking over his shoulder, to see if I was still following him. 

I assume he's taking me to his camp. Since I could hear voices just on the other side of the rocks.

The rock are difficult to walk on. too many cracks and I'm not used to this type of terrain. The herd and I stuck, to the soft forest floors and clearings.
Yelping I fell down, attracting the man's attention, he slowly came over to see what had happened.

My back left leg, had slipped into a crack in the rocks. panicking, I try to pull my leg out, by getting up but that only makes it hurt more.

The man had closed the distance, while I was panicking. he started humming, this slow tune that's very  relaxing, it's notes making me more tired than I allready was.

He pulled my leg out and took a look at it, my leg all bruised and scraped up. it wasn't too bad, but the man wrapped me in his cloak picked me up and refused to put me down. No matter how hard I tried, though it wasn't much. he was still humming, the swaying steps and the body heat coming off him was putting me on the brink of sleep.

The man carried me the rest of the way to his camp. He had a pony and four little people, with big feet at his camp.

I was just too tired to stay awake now. snuggling further into the man's chest, I gave into the darkness of sleep.