Thônnadhor... Plain of Pines... A fine land it is. South of Bree, and across the Gwathló from Enedwaith. A small peaceful area, which was mostly cut off from the rest of the world, really.
It all started after the Second Sundering, when many of the Nandor moved through the Gap of Rohan, populating the southern forests of Eriador and forming sparsely populated realms and choosing rulers from amongst their own people. One such was Thônnadhor, named for the ancient pine forests within which it was founded by Thauron Arodhel, a formidable warrior counted as amongst the most skilled in the craft of the woodland elves. And thus, the Arodhel legacy was born. Members include myself, Aegardhros Arodhel, my nephew, Archallas Arodhel, and my brother, Lodhreth Arodhel.
Much later, as the ages of Middle Earth wore on, the founding of the city of Lond Daer by Numenorean mariners was less than a blessing to the elves, whose number was not nearly enough to resist the steady deforestation, unnoticeable by the men who carried it out over generations, but painfully obvious to the elves. The ensuing wars of the Second Age brought about the ruin of both. Most of the elves of Thônnadhor removed to Imladris, Lorien of the Lindons.
Written by Aegardhros Arodhel, based on the notes of Morwen Blaisdale
