old friend

The road was long and his pace slow as he was passing around the mountains, between which the orcs had their camps and Fiontann walked around them quietly, he had left Hedinn in Trestlebridge and made his way on foot so that he would leave less tracks behind him. Now the way back seemed longer than it was when he traveled towards Kingstead. The river was cold but luckily for him he found some shallow spots to avoid being too long in it and as soon as he reached the other side he made a small camp to dry out before setting off again, even a small cold could mean death out there.

Almost two weeks had passed since Fiontann left Bree, now he was in the heart of the North Downs, camping in the place called Kingsfell, between the Elven settlement in the South and the Dwarven in the North. Those abandoned farms were a good place to stay away from the cold and rain and Fion made sure that his presence would be unnoticed, lighting a small fire and covering the windows.

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OOC: This piece will be split up into parts, as I, as the author, believe that keeping such a set of information to take in and IC knowledge to learn about certain characters and events should be arrayed across different parts, in order to retain an easier form of reading, and hopefully interest.

The Finding Of Fhlynn

By a True Father

Chapter Two - A memory best kept silent

The Finding of Fhlynn

By A true father.

Chapter One - Death and a true family?

Death... A strange thing, or nothing - For that matter. But what is it? An endless abyss of black, the unseen, the unknown. Silence. Or some would think... For when is something, truly 'nothing'? Shouldn't the being of nothingness, create something? A deep philosophy, one that would be remembered, throughout the future of this, rather odd, book.

Chapter Five: The Flames of Memory

It had been many years, since Garmorn had felt like this - So shocked, so powerless in the face of events. His younger brother, with emphasis on "younger", had the strength and willpower to offend him, so deeply that he might wonder if this had been some form of curse from Mahal, or a dream - A memory of the past, of his previous pain, and of the dark torture that took place nigh thirteen years ago, relative to the time that this tale is noting.