Bar-en-Acharn

       After the moment passed and the two lovers were reunited once more, the others of the Household stirred into action.  Applecider exhaled a bit and set to work over the cookfire and kettle, then moved to unpack things from her saddlebags.  Lancogard stood beside her, clearly trou

          House Bar-en-Acharn gathered their mounts and themselves outside the ruins of Ost Barandor, looking to find their next path on their hunt for the missing Cutch Crane.  The light was already fading into the gloaming of the night, the shadows deepening beneath the trees.   

Being another letter from Applecider Bolingbroke, to Lancogard North-Took, Hon. Deputy-Shirriff of the Northfarthing (still apparently on the beat), left attached to the first, written roughly half a day later:

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Torech Besruth, Falathlorn, Lindon

25 Tuilë in the Reckoning of Imladris

          I must set quill to page once more, for something out of the ordinary has happened - even as extraordinary things have been swirling round me in recent days.  .

Being a letter from Applecider Bolingbroke, to Lancogard North-Took, Hon. Deputy-Shirriff of the Northfarthing –

Torech Besruth, Falathlorn, Lindon

19 Tuilë in the Reckoning of Imladris

         “When I confronted Halros with these letters,” Teahesto explained, “he revealed the nature of Cutch's mission. It was twofold:  first, to find the place where a powerful poison was being concocted for an enemy that is behind the troubles in Wildwood.

          The months had been long, the leagues longer, since Captain Teahesto last set foot in the valley of Torn-en-Aduial, let alone beheld the manor named Torech Besruth, the Lair as it was called.  As he rode down the switchback trail that led to the flat greensward by the riverside, he took in the sight of the grand and elegant Elvish manor – now marked by three black spires that soared high above the gables and the roof.&nbs