Knights Of Eriador

~ A Long Road to Mushrooms is a story being played out in the past in one of the Knigth's Forum RP threats. This is only my input ~

~ A Long Road to Mushrooms is a story being played out in the past in one of the Knights's Forum RP threats. This is only my input. ~

 The splendor of the hall rises up in front of him.The walls, old and steadfast as it was when it was first build all those years ago. In front of him it stretched upwards towards the sky. The pale moonlight, soft and radiant, cascades down the walls of the Hall. Blazing against the blacken mountains far behind to the East, defiantly standing against what vile and wickedness these lands  may posses.

  It has been a few days since he arived back in Bree. The atmosphere of the town has been one of hostility and distrust. It might have something to do with the briggans that has been calling Bree their new home. Or something more sinister altogether. The inn was, as was as the custom on this hour of the evening, filled with voices, laughter, music and clatter. Now and then the clink of glass can be heard, sharp, above the rest of the noise, as well as the jingle of coins from the counter.

  Tired and spent, his leathers smelling of old sweat and blood protest against his weary legs as he trudges up the steep slope that leads to his house. Carrying his bow in his hand he leads his old weathered, but well loved horse to the side of the lonely cottage that stands almost precariously on the bluff that holds its foundation.

Hookworth Village, Bree-Land, May 19th

Dear Ravondir

Hookworth Village, May 13

Dear Ravondir

I do not know why I write to you, as I am sure that no post will pass the mountains, and the letters I have already written to Ada and Nana will not have reached them. But I need to write down some of what has happened to me; in truth, I would not wish you to read much of this, as I know you will think I bring shame on the family. Nevertheless, I will set it down, and decide later what to do with it.

You know where you are with ore. One look and it give you and honest account of itself - copper, tin, rich iron... mithril! Not so with Men.

My head still spins after spending weeks in the Breelands. Enough Men to fill 40 hill forts, at least! But as divided as elusive gold flakes in bedrock! I did my best to fulfill my task and find allies against the darkness, but to little avail. The people are afraid of each other and preying on each other. There is little trust. All this must be the work of the Dark One.