Beyond the hills of Shire and the vegetation of Buckland lies a valley of ancients and death. Beyond this valley sits on a green plain a town, the thriving capitol of Cardolan and with the Great East Road an important trade route within the Kingdom of Arnor.
It has been eventually devoured by the ancients from the the valley and the once thriving settlement has become a tragedy to behold.
“Beyond the hills of Shire and the vegetation of Buckland lies a valley of ancients and death. Beyond this valley sits on a green plain a town, the thriving capitol of Cardolan and with the Great East Road an important trade route within the Kingdom of Arnor.
It has been eventually devoured by the ancients from the the valley and the once thriving settlement has become a tragedy to behold.”
- Garethred
After conducting the war in the north into a stalemate, after the invasion of shadows within his beloved and after spending exactly twenty-one days caring for her, Garethred remained focused on his and her goal. Dissolving the ‘Exiles’ as a result of shock he did not consider a mistake, for the army of skilled and motivated huntsmen easily compensated for the loss.
But now that the Campaign of Reclamation has reached a dead point and Morhíril was left in his manor under Avalanche’s watch, Garethred decided to hold on to their mutual promise and try to weaken the defenses of Angmar in the north. But just a few hours before he set off to Bree he had a terrible daydream. In this daydream he walked down the cobbled alley in Mithlond, carrying Muiliel in his arms. Down at the end of the alley was a ship waiting. One of the crewmembers took the unconscious body from him and boarded the ship, which then set off and disappeared beyond the horizon. At that point Garethred woke up but did not realize it was just a dream. The Witch-King’s dark magic temporarily tricked him into thinking Muiliel left West.
On his way to Bree he wore a casual reinforced hauberk instead of his fearful armour and Malheru was not armoured either. His equipment and supplies were carried by three other horses he borrowed from the Sarngarth stables.
When he reached Buckland he barely recognized Bree from an orc village. It was a sunny afternoon when he crossed the western gate and made his way through to The Prancing Pony where he rented a decent apartment for period unknown. He carried his belongings upstairs, opened the window to aerate his room and then went outside for a walk to check on recent developments...
