Part 38 – A Meeting Outside the Ruins It seemed very early in the morning. The birds had not yet begun their morning choruses. The mist surrounded Theomin as he wandered mounds upon mounds of barrows. There was a whole field of them. Dead were the trees surrounding the barrows and the earth was cracked. In the distance, there was a howl. It was no howel of...

Part 37 – The Wayward Wizard A door, just a normal old rotting wooden door with no design or carvings, stood at the threshold of the outside. It was flanked on both sides by torches as were a count of orc bodies laying on the ground just before the door, killed as they reaching the door. The leader looked at Magla and Serkee. He cleaned the black blood stains...

Part 36 – A Pounce of Trouble Over the trees in the east, the sky was becoming illuminated. Dark skies gave way to a hue of gold as night gave way to day. Morning birds were chirping in nearby trees as a cool wind blew from the west. The cool of the breeze felt pleasant in an increasingly humid day. The babbling of the flowing river awoke Theomin. He slept in a...

Part 35 – Amar Calad The night was governed in strange dreams and thought of being overly gorged in food. Many times Theomin had awoke during the night with stomach pains. Eating so much lambas was a horrible idea. His thoughts also drifted toward Bragga and his little lynx friend, which took him away from the pain of the filling lambas. Halfway through the...

Part 34 – What About Eriador It was late in the small valley where the river flowed. The babbling stream flowed past the tiny fishing house at the base of a small hill sparcely covered in pine and deciduous trees. The sharp aroma of pine was stifled, though, by the pungent unmistakable smell of the fish that was hanging on the racks Bragga was tied to...

Part 33 – Of Pine, Leaves, and Needles Green grasses full of fallen leaves filled the forest floor. The canopies of trees let in the last rays of the dying day’s sunlight, pointing down through the moist air to the forest floor like fingers of light softly and silently touching the earth. Upon the branches tree were red budding flowers as the leaves themselves...

Part 32 – The Weakest Lynx The warmth of the sun beat down on Theomin’s neck as he inched himself close to the pile of boulders strewn about the dry river bed of Eregion. Humidity made for an uncomfortable trek from tree to tree, closing in slowly to where the vile half-orcs were killing the lynx in their den amongst the rocks. From outside the den, Theomin...

  Part 31 – The Twilight Host The weining sun dipped below the western sky in the land of Eregion. The shadows that were once long and streatched became softer, harder to see in the growing shadow of the gloaming. The droplets of moisture in the slightly humid air clung to the ruined stones, wetting them, and giving them a glistening glow with the rising of the...

Part 30 – Amongst the Ruins Angry wet snarls followed “Get ‘em, rats!” as Theomin tried to escape from the half-orc men who relentlessly chased after him. He ran from place to place in a cemetary of ancient elven ruins layed there many thousands of years ago. Ancient metal gates, a decaying bridge, and many circular turret like structures all layed to waste in...

Part 29 – A Chance Meeting Midday was turning to evening in the windswept valley past the Bonevales. The hauntingly dark mist that hung close to the ground started drifting away to a haze as the sky was becoming a light crimson color. Few cairns poked out of the surrounding hills of the valley but soon they too disappeared, left behind in a terrifying memory...

Part 28 – Sorrowful Stones The sun had already reached the peak in the sky and started its descending arch into the west. It was midday, a usually warm enjoyable feeling with the sound of animals, great and small, and the wind flipping the leaves of trees. The wind in Rohan would be giving waves to the grasses as if the fields themselves were a giant lake....

Part 27 – By the Grace of the Avardin A warm breeze floated in from the east. Day had broken and sunlight was pouring in from the mountains. The sky was turning a brilliant red from a dark indigo as dawn progressed into morning. Dew had collected on the grass the night before but was quickly going away from the warm wind. It was a day that felt very much like a...

Part 26 – I Am Theomin Orcs were patrolling the perimeter of the encampment. Two paced back and forth along the road in front of their campsite, the place where all the supplies bound for Wulf’s Cleft were being held. Three large orcs stood guard inside, watching the supplies, ready to pounce on anything that was to invade them. Nearby, two horses were strapped...

Part 25 – Fornost The sky was dark. The moon was vailed but the stars twinkled about and gave their heavenly glow to the land. There were hills. Many hills filled with grasses and trees of many kinds. Flickering light came from a ways down a slope Theomin was on as he looked at the opening of the enclosure he was standing in. Three towers with stone bottoms,...

Part 24 – An Ending Too Soon The morning was cold and damp. Water stuck to Theomin’s jacket like beads and then dripped away. There were no sounds nor smells in the dense forest air as Theomin and the master of the paths trotted through the dense, dark forest. Though there were no sounds, a momentary noise would stop Theomin’s leader. He would stop their...

Part 23 – Of Emerald and Gold  Darkness extended throughout the forest. It was cold. Bitterly cold as it cut through cloth and flesh and hit right to the bone. The still damp air clung to Theomin and offered no hope nor sense of warmth. Its only purpose was to chill him to the extent where even the clothes his father gave him was not enough to ward off...

Part 22 – A Forest Too Sinister Sharp rocks, roots, and all sorts of forest things slid under Theomin’s back. His hands were bound as were his legs. He was being dragged, he knew not where. The forest floor was painful. With each moment that passed, pain increased ten-fold as he was being dragged. He had no way of defense. No way to ward off the evil that was...

Part 21 – The Dunlandings The evening grew dark in the Gap of Rohan. A chill breeze was in the frosty air. Wind had blown the clouds in all directions. The loud sound of drums came from the Vale of Isengard. Through the evening the drums grew louder and louder. Orcs and uruks could be heard as well. Loud boisterous sounds of aggression came from Isengard. War...

Part 20 – A Gap on Watch Loud noises woke Theomin. It was dawn of the next day. The bed he was sleeping in was just as comfortable as last he slept in Helm’s Deep. Comfortable enough that he had a wakeless sleep for the entire night, not remembering the past two days. As he felt refreshed, he jumped out of the bed, stepped outside and looked out from the...

Part 19 – A Brother’s Lot The day grew into early evening. Light from the dying sun’s rays were shining their last light on the tall mountain tops around the fortress of Helm’s Deep. The first flickers of the stars above shown their beauty down on Rohan. No soldiers, guards, or citizens of Rohan looked up at the glimmering stars as continual business prevented...