The Wyld Hunt

The halls of the Safe Haven, Svaroh's refuge, library and workshop, were teeming with activity. Dwarves came and went, back and forth, carrying boxes, parcels and moving furniture.

Reforging concepts, fluidly, reimagining ideas, crafting a new idea out of dwarf and elf words and mind, no longer divided, but allied, once again: that was what had driven Svaroh Steelword, one of the most eccentric rune-keepers of Thorin's Hall, through the past days.

Mahin laid on the ground, breathing heavily. Covered in blood, he listened to all the voices around him. The sky above him was cloudy, dark and barely lit with the stars, as if they were shy, or afraid, to gaze upon this forsaken land.

The uruk-hai laid dead, each with an arrow protruding from an eye socket or their necks. Some of them died in agony. It was evident by the soil around them, plowed thoroughly with their wiggling feet.

Shemkel looked at their foul-smelling blood, soaking into the ground, with distaste. His keen, elven senses were repelled by the pungent odour and grotesque shapes of the creatures. Gondorian soil was used to that, over all the years of neighbouring with Mordor, alas, lately the orcish incursions started to increase.

Their road from Wyld Hunt’s Second Base in Bree-land was largely uneventful. The stay at Bree's hunting lodge was brief and boring. From Bree-town they headed North along the Greenway. Light drizzle started shortly after they left. On this rainy evening, the group got close to the small town of Trestlebridge - and noticed that the citizens were in distress…

The day started well, the sun was high as the pair rode out of the Rangers' encampment at Esteldin and he wondered, his mind dancing amongst questions of sense-experience and existence as it often did. The old fortress was not mentioned in the scrolls. The place was large and well fortified, clearly a key defense of the old Arthedan kingdoms: a bastion against Angmar. Feaandir thought he recalled several marks on the old maps that might be that city. If only he were back in the Hall's Chart Room!

Elufer has been sitting in her study in Imladris for long, with the windows wide open, letting in the fresh breeze and enjoying the sound and vibration of the river below. She was in her element again. The environment was soothing and beneficially healing , especially after her return from Moria. She hasn't been there for long, yet, it drained Elufer to be there like nothing ever tired her before. Her thoughts were drifting...