Preface [An as of yet unnamed tome]

As the Third Age of the world nears its end and the fate of Arda is in contest, the peoples of many nations rally to once again challenge the growing shadow in the east. Elves, Men, Dwarves, Ents and even the hereto little known people of the Hobbits, of whom perhaps the greatest deeds of that age are being done, stand for their part and contribute to our combined purpose. That purpose being nothing less then the purging of a great evil and the liberation of the world from a second darkness that would well threaten to break the world that the destiny of all Eldar are forever tied to.

And whilst the overall success of the war upon the Enemy rests in a single errand of Lord Elrond’s devising, as is recounted in the “Council of Elrond”, short would the road yet be were it not for the efforts of many. For by those actions were the forces of the Enemy harried and endlessly confounded. From the mighty forces of the Golden Host and of King Thranduil’s people in the shadow of once lush Greenwood the Great, which was called Mirkwood in the days of its darkness, to the rekindled remnants of the Elendili, both the scattered peoples known as Rangers and the last vestiges of glorious Gondor.

While the Ring Bearer and his fellowship pushed forward in the van, many of the Enemies movements between Gondor and the westernmost shores of Arda were scrutinized and thwarted by the power and will of those Eldar remaining within Middle-Earth, guiding the actions of the younger children as we ever have. For only unto the denziens of the Uttermost West are we second in power and majesty, though dimished through the years have we become. Forsighted are our Lords and Ladies and keen insight into the strategums of the Enemy do they have, remembering pointedly his embittered lies and his dark means which are to him as sustenence.

These are the tales of deeds most valiant done during this time by all of the Free Peoples and guided largely by the Eldar. But far from idle were we in these dark hours, often times leading from the fore or giving much needed council. For hope unlooked for may be as subtle as the gentle breeze blowing from the unsullied West unto the beleagured lands of this little realm, carrying upon it a distant eagle far aloft. And while that creature far above may seem a small thing, such is the way of the Elder King of the world until a time of need when all else fails. It may herald a great storm that will refashion the world and carried by His thoughts and prayers to Illuvatar, might those either great or small do things more wonderful then even the Valar may imagine.

From the borders of that realm which is all that remains of fair Beleriand, which in elder days was the house of everything fair and good in Middle-Earth, do we thus begin. From Lindon, which is the Land of Song in the tongues of Men, does this chapter of the Eldar and our part in it here commence.