Spiders

The trek upon the Misty Mountains was long and difficult. Outside the valley of Rivendell, the winter was in full swing, which made the mountain passes even more dangerous than usual. A less skilled company would have lost a member or two to the uneven rocks and slippery ice, but Thorneth and her Company managed to avoid any serious misadventure.

So much has happened since that night I was kidnapped to Bree. I finally got back to the Shire only to begin having nightmares - dark men in shadows coming after me, things like that. But the worst were the spiders. I've always hated the things, but after my thankfully brief encounters with them in Bree, I'd had more than enough adventuring (against my will, I might add) for a lifetime. Working in Michel Delving allowed me to put my heinous experiences behind me, but it was a slow process.

I awoke charging through fire.

Bounding and bellowing through the smoke and flames, calling out to my friends, but all I can hear are pained cries and foul chattering. The sound of metal slicing flesh and chopping bone plagues my ears, while the sounds of clicking and hissing drive me to near madness. I had come back hoping to be greeted with warmth and kinship, but instead, I am left with the sounds of pain, torture and doom.

Written in collaboration with the players of all characters involved!

Few among even the Tawarwaith called it Greenwood still, the forest that the caravan crossed.

Act III, Part XII: Sojourning with the Silvan Elves

Act III, Part XI: A Home Destroyed, a Home Regained

Act III, part X: A Growing Evil in Mirkwood

Act III, part IV: Dark Deeds

Act III, part II: The Woodman

Act I, Part XI: Homeward bound