"Do not blow any horn until I return," No-Point instructed. With the horns out of No-Point's hands, he busied himself with hiding the body of the dead Kokiri. He hoisted the corpse over his shoulder with ease, his eye twitching slightly as he caught sight of its mangled face. "What a terrible fate..." he mused to himself as he walked back along the path they came, dusting up any dripping blood or fluid as he went. At his pace, it didn't take him that long to make good distance.

After traveling far enough from the caravan that his compatriots could barely see what he was doing, he took a turn into the grasslands. There, he dumped the body into the grass, where it was hidden from the untrained eye.

Knowing this would not be enough, he covered the corpse with patches of dirt and grime. Then, he removed the large sword on his back and stabbed it three times. The wounds of sharp iron were visible, and it would appear that the sentry had wandered off and encountered some trouble with the local wildlife. It was enough

No-Point cleaned the large weapon and returned it to his back. He also cleaned off his hands and feet. He had made very good time, and would be back before the Kokiri were there to greet the party.