They pushed their way southeast through the forest, bear, maiden and warrior, looking for any signs or scent of the young man who had gotten lost somewhere in it’s depths.
Bria – ‘Tis I, your brother Borowolf! Although you were quite young when I departed for Minis Tirith, I remember fondly your love for the outdoors and especially for the
Discretion I found Deverell waiting for me outside the encampment, watching the horses graze on the grassy hill nearby. She stood as she saw me approaching and gathered up her
Meats, pies, ales and wines Bilbo hosts us well past nine Drunk Gloin writes bad rhymes This was found in a journal that was passed onto me by my
The elf who called herself Laralini sat at the top of the hill, regarding Mericc with bright curious eyes as he came up to rest. Her companion, the great bear
