dinenor

As he reaches the top of the hill, Dinenor glances down to the dell in front of him, smiling happily. ‚Arnor. For far too long have I been gone. But now I am back, beloved home.‘ The ranger looks up to the sky where the sun stands low far in the west; darkness is falling, tarnishing the silhouette of Emyn Uial in the distant south. He puts his gear and weapons down and glances around.

This story took place decades ago. It gives a description of the first time Dínenor was hunting trolls amongst other Dúnedain out in the Trollshaws. The story could be roughly known to rangers originating from the northern Trollshaws.

Dínenor looks up to the sky. It is full of clouds, the moon shafts sparsely through the leaves of the trees. The only light in the deep of the night is coming from three torches.