Zargodon

As the party approached the Watchers, a growing sense of unease filled Eruthaiwen. Standing before them was almost too much for the kind elf as their very presence seemed to suck the life from the air. She tried to comfort Leothross in his distress but to no avail.

Acurith frowned. "What did you do that the Stones had bothered to remember you? It must have caused great damage to the Enemy..." she continued darkly "...or maybe you were one of...them...and you don't remember it. There is no other explanation. At least none that I could think of."

The dawn was here. The company was stirring, though not as those risen from a restful sleep, rather as those rising from a restless bed to again to face an indomitable foe. Acurith leaned against the wooden fence around the camp, lost in thought and contemplation of the sight that stretched before her.

Eruthaiwen watched Zargodon stand at the edge of the landing, speaking with Leothross. Acurith and Mariym had already gone to sleep. She smiled at their group, thankful for each one. No matter how bleak the surroundings, they could make her smile and bring her hope.

Under the bleak Angmar sky, the small group, one smaller because Acurith had scouted ahead, had begun to set up camp in Aughaire near the cliffs on the south side of the village. After Eruthaiwen had healed what minor injuries they had accrued on the road, mostly from the great worms in the pass, she set up her own things. Having done that, she turned north, walking directionless around the town.

  It was dark, the stars glistrens in the black sky above him as they rode too the lands they called Rath Teraig. The council wanted to know what the goblins were doing there and seeing as he was at hand Zarg decided he might as well assist them, although the knights would need him shortly, and the fact that he has to look into what he can find in the Trollshaws and the movements of the occupying trolls in the area troubles him.

Annsuel was sitting in the Pony alone, the night calm and peaceful. Though her silence was interrupted by a young lady who was the sister of a friend of Annsuel's. After her, a handsome Harad man joined the two. Annsuel noted his friendliness, and welcomed him to their table with a warm smile. After him, another woman with a hood came. She seemed odd to Annsuel, but Annsuel was not one to turn someone away. Instead she welcomed her with a warm smile and offered her a wine.

Hookworth Village, Bree-Land, May 19th

Dear Ravondir