Faer Tirith

Prologue

A lone rider set out from Imladris, having bid both Lord Elrond and Glorfindel goodbye, and more importantly, the one he had come to care about mostly.

His path took him south through the Trollshaws, towards the area of Eregion, the path from there, he had not yet decided upon, all he knew was that at the end of the journey lay Lothlórien, the golden forest of the lady Galadriel, for it was her he had set out to confer with.

Swiftly he rode through the Trollshaws, heading for Echad Dúnann in Eregion, there he hoped to learn what path was more secure, over the red pass, through Moria, or south, past the Isen.

Riding south, through the pass of Daergil, the he entered Eregion without trouble, and by keeping off the trails most walked, slipped south, to talk to the elves and dwarves of the camp, set outside the Gates of Moria.

Dire were the news at Echad Dúnann, the red pass was closed, and in the south, riders of Rohan were engaged in gruesome fights against forces deployed by Isengard, what madness had befallen the white wizard Saruman?, how could one of the Istari thus lay siege to the free people?.

A dwarven envoy, Hundi, offered Faernathron passage through Moria, recently the dwarves, with help of many a brave fighter coming to the mines, had made safe passage all the way to the Dimrill Dale, yet, for how long this passage would be open, Hundi would make no guarantees. 

Faernathron left his horse with the elves of Echad Dúnann, making haste to travel through this dark and still foreboding home of dwarves, so much had befallen this once great realm, so many shadows still lingered. Moria, the name itself held darkness still.

The passage through Moria proved to be uneventful, the dwarves were true to their word, they had indeed provided a safe path for a quick traveller. Before long, Faernathron breathed the fresh air of the Dimrill Dale, as he made his way to the camp of Mekhem-bizru to procure a horse for the ride to the towering mallorns, he felt happy, to be home again.

A horse was quickly provided, and after a rest, Faernathron set out for the last part of the journey to Lothlórien, following the lake towards the realm of Lady Galadriel.

Once arriving there, Faernathron took time to greet an old friend, Haldir, who was ever vigilant upon his Flet at the edge of the forest. There he learned of the recent tidings within the golden forest, and that he should make haste, for Haldir knew the lady wished to speak to Faernathron. 

Leaving his weapons and travel clothes with Haldir, Faernathron set out for Caras Galadhon, clad once more in the garb of one who is home in the golden forest.

Long did Faernathron talk with Galadriel and Celeborn, for they wished for him to form a guard outside the realm, a guard that would in spirit be as Lothlórien itself, ever protecting the sacredness of life, not only that of elves, though passing kin was to be aided and a wayhouse was to be constructed for them in Ered Luin, all free people should the guard aid, elves, men, dwarves and hobbits.

Details were discussed, aims, efforts, friends to be sought out, places to avoid, and secrets to be kept. 

The Spirit Guard of Lothlórien should aim always to bring the best qualities of the realm, to those living outside it. To bring hope, in a time of darkness.

Thus was formed, the Faer Tirith.

Chapter 1 - The Wayhouse