[27.8.2008]
*small camp in the wild lands between Imladris and Ost Guruth*
Several people can be seen sitting around the fire, chatting in quiet voices while a few more stand guard, watching vigilantly for any source of danger. Among those around the fire some man and elves can be seen, clad in traveling clothing. One of watchman suddenly rises hand in a gesture of warning and moment later everyone is up with their hands resting on weapons. Shortly thereafter a sound of horse hoowes on the hard ground of the tract is heared - a lone rider is approaching. As the hands of the gathered warriors tighten on the sword hilts and bows, another of the sentries smile and waves a sign of "all clear" recognising the figure approaching and just a moment later horse and rider enters the area, illuminated by the light of a campfire. Hands relax on the weapons and warriors bow their heads in greeting as tall elf in intricate armour lightly jumps off the horse and hands it's reins to one of the group.
"Well met my friends. I see you picked a good place for the camp." he says. "Sadly, my visit will be brief, as there is still much to be done."
"What news from the Imladris, my Lord?" one of the wariors asks.
"The news are grim, like most of the news those days. There are forces at move that might make us to split our forces - as there are matters that require immediate attention both in the north and in the south-eastern lands. To ascertain the extent of the threat, we need to know of the situation in lands of Angmar, so that is where your destination lies my friends."
At the menthioning of the name of the land it seems as if cold wind would have suddenly blown over the group - everyone is well aware what dangers the northern land holds. Yet on the faces of gathered warriors it is easy to see determination to do what must be done.
"Soon enough I might have to jorney there myself, unless the threat from South-east will proove to be the greater. You know what to do - gather the news, every small bit of information about the movements of enemy forces will be of use."
Suddenly tall elf smiles
"Ah yes it has come to my attention that some allies of our House are traveling that way as well - so make sure to assist them. Namely, Lindeman of Bree and Jeric of Dale are going to make it for Angmar soon enough. They are to recive any assistance necessary. I shall be awaiting the news eagerly my friends."
Warriors nodd in agreement, some smile, recognising the names menthioned, others are obviously thinking of the road ahead already.
"May the Earendil light our passage through the dark times, friends. Navaer!"
With that, elf takes the reigns of the horse, and mounts up, and followed by farwells from the group rides off into the darkness...
[2.9.2008]
So this was Angmar!
The sight of its blood-red skies!
The terrible sound of it, the smell of it
and, especially, the feel of it.
Lindeman sat in the cave with his back against the wall
and had a nosebleed from sheer horror.
