Garethred

"They seem nastier than before. Something in the air is making them furious."

"Morgoth has met success in the North and I have failed to unite the very tribesmen who have not failed me when I needed their help. The Sorcerer from Angmar forced me to retreat and my self-esteem is reduced to a devastating state. Muiliel seems to be done for, and despite I have always followed a positive way of thinking, the deaths of some of my Bree-ish friends are a little bit too much than to be ignored.

The manor of Garethred Nareloth, shared with Muiliel Lor. Its situation (see the map) makes it one of the safest places in Falathlorn.

(( A drawing on which I spent about 4 hours in total. The western coast of river Lhun I drew on the basis of the LoTRO map, but the area east of Lhun is made up by me, as Tolkien has never even mentioned Falathlorn to begin with.

'Edeb Aglar' - House of Glory - is how Garethred named his manor; it is located roughly in the centre of the map.

"Let us sit and relax. You have certainly earned it, Nareloth."

"Nareloth opened the door, stepped inside and locked it behind him. Immediately he went upstairs to check on Muiliel, sighing in relief upon finding her sat in the chair at an open window, her eyes closed. He crouched and planted a smooth kiss on her forehead, warming her hands which were freezing cold. She was asleep. He then turned towards the window and leaned on the parapet, mixed tears of love, happiness, sorrow and anger welling up in his eyes."