Part 94 – Healing One Day Earlier Morning set on the compound of Esteldin as the rangers busied themselves with their own tasks. They switched out guards and sentries at their posts, they retrieved water and made food for themselves and others. Other rangers cleared the dust that had settled on the stoney doorways that the wind of the night blew in from the...

Part 93 – Clang, clang, scrape. Clang, scrape. Clang, clang Sounds from down the hall woke Theomin. He found himself in pitch blackness again. The familiar sound of the oozing sounds of the maggots and the buzzing flies filled his ears again with the putrid sounds of the decaying sounds of death. The smell of the rotting flesh also occupied his nostrils as his...

Part 92 – Into the Deep Valley The morning filled foul stenches and high cliffs in the valley of Nan Wathren. The high cliffs could only be traversed with the aid of long makeshift bridges that hung low and were terribly unstable as the crossing looked almost treacherous without good balance. At both ends of the bridges stood strong thick wooden supports dug...

Part 91 – Lovers Loss The darkness of night turned to pale early morning light in the valley of the worms. Soft light from the east shone on the high craggy rocky cliffs of the pass in the Ram Duath. It penetrated the bleak fog of the rift as the cold damp mist of the valley settled on the cliffs and rocks strewn about the valley. Bleak as the rift in the Ram...

Part 90 – “Here We Go” The moon had already risen up in the night sky by the time Theomin reached the road south. The surrounding land of the Kingsfell was dimly lit by the moon’s ethereal radiance as the bright dots of the surrounding stars shown clearly, unimpeded in a cloudless sky. The mountains that surrounded the valley were dark and ominouos. Like giants...

Part 89 – The Warrior of Great Renown “You know this man?” Magla asked, surprised as he had never before seen a person who looked much like him. “I know him,” said Theomin. He placed down his little furry friend as he aided Eotheron up to his feet. “And I know Theomin,” said Eotheron. “He and I have been childhood friends. Magla scratched his head and squinted...

Part 88 – The Man in Black A single boot remained of Amathwyn just outside the layer of the spiders. It was her cheery brown leather boot stitched down the front with a single brass buckle near the top with the straps of the buckle covered by the over folded down top portion of the boot. It lied down there, footless, dirty, abandoned. The sad reminder that it...

  Part 87 – A Traveler From Bree Through the afternoon the four remaining members of the Warriors of Eriador sat in silence. Exhaustion took them as the toll the past two days took on them was horrendous. So they sat at the threshold of the valley of the worms, silent, pondering the last two days. Thinking on how it could have gone different. They felt the...

Part 86 – By The Midday Sun “Hurry,” Theomin yelled to the rest of his company as they raced down the slope away from the dragon’s perch. The sun had already shown on the rocks about the entire valley but had not yet breached the top of the cliffs of the Ram Duath. It was still morning in the Valley of the Worms, Teryndir was nowhere to be seen and Eleswith had...

Please note: The following post was an April Fool’s joke and is not real. Hello, Lotroplayers. For close to two years now I have been sharing my series, “The Family Line” with you all. It has been nothing but a joy for me to write for you and I hope you have also enjoyed it was well. It seems as though there has been another fan out there that has...

Part 85 – Seen By Few, Feared By Many “Ready?” Eleswith whispered to her mates as she and Teryndir positioned themselves close to the dragon matron. The company had already shot two cold-worms that made their nests up on the high cliff of the dragon’s perch. Estonethiel and Helesdir had their arrows ready to pull at the matron’s eyes. Magla had the chain ready...

Part 85 – Game of Arrows Two arrows and a bolt sailed away into the air from the group. Helesdir, Estonethiel, and Eleswith with her bolts, fired on the three unsuspecting cold-worms guarding eggs on an incline that streatched up toward a cliff face. It was late afternoon, the rift was cold and still and the group of seven had been quietly killing the groups of...

Part 84 – The Wall of Darnkess Morning came early on the compound of Esteldin. It brought with it a slight breeze through the rift in the hills as it snuffed out the many camp fires all about the grounds of the three courts of Esteldin. The breeze was warm, though, making the fires in the court grounds undeeded. The warmth was a welcome sense to the cool night...

Part 83 – To Face A Dragon The second day of reading progressed much like the first. The only hints of creatures in caves beneath the earth were of the wyrms. Nothing mentioned the serpent inside the earth and if it did they only were of that of the wyrms. With the second day of searching being wrapped up, Theomin, Estonethiel, Magla and Teryndir prepared to...

Part 82 – An Unexpected Link Lin Giliath, the ancient elf refuge at the southern tip of the North Downs, sat at the base of the high hills of Nan Watheren. It was boarderd by a bog that is home to old ancient ruins of Ost Ardulin and just south of the old elf refuge just north of Lake Nen Harn, which spans into the northern boarders of Bree-land. The bog was...

Part 81 – Shrouded Memory Night came and passed over the town of Trestlebridge. No strange happenings occurred in the town, save the occational sound of a crow passing over throughout the night. The small bands of orc raids on the northern part of the bridge, which seemed like a regular event, ceased with the ending of the major raid upon the gate, which with...

Part 80 – A Town of Ruin The Warriors of Eriador gathered in the main room of Nellie Boskin’s house. It was a meek house, absence of anything that would distinguish it from any other. Wooden floors and a small rug occupied the floor and a dining table sat next to a pantry of sorts. Her bedroom was to the left; small with a small bed inside. Perhaps to the rest...

Part 79 – Victims of the Fields A fog was all about Theomin. He could see not much about him but he knew he was not where he was supposed to be. His thoughts raced about where he was supposed to be. He could not remember. He knew he was not at home; he knew he was nowhere near Rohan but he could not think of where he was nor where he was supposed to be. He felt...

Part 78 – Those Who Watch Us Mid day was upon the seven travelers as they made their way through the ruined road of Men Erain. The sky was gloomy, here and there broke through the blue sky through the clouds as a cool north wind blew southward. The wind gave the waters of the lake ripples, white crests like snowy peaks on a mountain top after a blizzard. The...

Part 77 – The Warriors of Eriador “Absolutely not,” Teryndir shouted to Theomin and Eleswith when they returned. They were in the Court of Archatecture, formely known as Echad Garthadir where much of the planning to retake the city was. It was changed just recently as it was the court where Sergee and some of the wardens planned on the rebuilding of the great...