Annúminas

The time has come.... Once more shall I ride north, but this time it is different.
This time I shall join the front ranks!

It all started not long ago when an old friend of mine came to me at my campsite in the Old Forest on the edges of Buckland. He told me of the state of Annuminas and I knew I could no longer wait. It had to be done....
I packed up my gear and rode to Ost Barandor. There I took what I needed from my main camp, readied up Aronath and Fang and I started walking towards the Shire.

Curgirion was a tall, great man with scruffy, dark hair and stormy, serious grey eyes. He was a man of seventy-one years, a young age for a Dúnadan but a full lifetime for a normal man. He was living in his home, Tinnudir which was in the land of Evendim, an encampment of the Dúnedain. He lived a normal, quiet life well quiet enough for a Dúnadan yet it all changed one day in July and that shaped Curgirion to be the Ranger he is now partially. And it started like this…

     Gaildrin walked alone through the hills of the Ettenmoors. He heard of Orc companies moving under the cover of night through these lands, and decided to investigate these claims. He moved through the dark, tree covered hill with caution. His footsteps were quiet, though not the same silent steps of a ranger, or master hunter. Through long hours of walking and waiting, he patrolled the lands for sight of his prey, and finally was reward when he caught sight of the small light of a fire in the distance.

"Faster, brothers!" Angelnarth said with a winded voice, as the company of rangers marched through the muddy roads of Annuminas. The tall men held on to their weapons and rushed onward, as the sun was setting behind their backs.

Tywerd and Ahno reached at the end of Tyl Annun where Ost Elendil lies , the seat of power in the former Kingdom of Arnor. It contains the throne room from whence the kings of old would rule their once-grand empire.

Ahno picked up the note from the ground and put it in his rear pocket .  Then walked near tywerd and said  :

" Let us move , We not have any moment to spend . His life may be in danger "

As they both walked through the annuminas to get to haudh valandil , tywerd asked to ahno :
 

" So what is this place , Haudh Valandil ? "
 

Tywerd has finally made it to Annúminas ,  the original capital of the Kingdom of Arnor in the north of Eriador. Its location near the Brandywine River, and sheltered by steep mountain ridges all around but Lake Evendim, made it a safe haven for the Númenóreans. At an island of its own lies Tyl Annûn from where the High Kings of Arnor ruled.
 

Halfling ran to the farms at bullroarer's sward , and tywerd followed him on his horse . He then stopped and tywerd got off his horse and started talking to the worried hobbit .

" What is the problem , my hobbit friend ? "
 

" It's those brigands ! They have burnt down our homes and ruint our farms in dwaling !  Now they are attacking us again , please help us . " halfling said whilst crying.