Old glories

During the last night, I arrived at Fornost fields. Once those where nice lands, but now, overrun by orcs, goblins, wargs and worse. Last time I was here things were not this bad. Evendim is just past the fields, to the west, but I dare not thread there in the middle of the night, not with things as bad as they are. Instead, I went to Esteldin, hoping to find some answers. It came as suprise, to see all these rangers gathered here, we rarely gathered in large group as this. Besides us, there were many diffrent folk here, Breelanders and Dwarwes mostly. Halbarad was suprised to see my face, if his expression was anything to go by. I suppose he thought me dead, or missing, like my old man. I rarely made contact with my old friend these past 3 years. Well.. those friends that are still alive... When I told him that Aragon sends me to Evendim on a mission, he realized right away what I have to do. Still, he asked me to put aside that mission for a week or so, in order to help him here. I do have a vague deadline, so I agreed, but not more than a week. My assumption was right, Angmar unleashed its armies, sweeping down through the Downs, with my kinsmen unable to stop them fully, only to hinder their numbers by ambushes and such. Before he said it, I knew what he had in mind. Council of the North. How quaint...its something from the shadows of the past, just like us...