esteldin

The information we had gathered was wrong; the Angmarim was travelling south, definitely not headed for Annuminas. I tracked them down nevertheless and one of them turned and rode off as soon as I attacked. I fought the others but was injured in the process.

The maps I discovered in one of their packs show that they were likely heading to Bree-town. I will head there as soon as I am able to ride again. Rest assured that he will not deliver his message.

-Estella

My dear Lady Fyxe,

We have arrived in Esteldin and had a chance to look around. The situation in the north is indeed troublesome. 

Today's the day! 

My father's people, the Rangers of Esteldin, have been more welcoming than perhaps I had any right to expect. But their purposes do not seem to be for my benefit... well, at least, not in a way I would like. Perhaps my father, who Captain Halbarad speaks of with great affection, did intend for me to become a ranger's wife and helpmeet. Certainly, the other women I've spoken to here believe that. But I cannot!  Not yet! 

[OCC: I really like to thank Karrade for his additions and edits for this part of the story.. Thank you...]

A delightful day. Yes. I rode with the elf maid obedient beside me, and my few men about me. North from the crowded, fetid encampment, out into the hills around the northmens' camp, Esteldin.

Eh Steora Star-bright! I am a clever lass! I sold five old helms today! Two to the sour faced armor smith in the northmen camp, and three to a grim old giffer, tall as a house and face like an arguement gone wrong, for nine bits o' silver. heh. they were horrible things too.

Got most o' 'em offen these dead goblins i found. Some lad had stuck 'em good - an' good fer him I say. I got the arrows out o' them too, grey fletched, nice bit of work. 'Wine might make sommat out of 'em.