Rangers of the North

                It was not yet dark, perhaps only mid day by its look. I chose to continue through this valley, which seems to be lightly freckled with trees and other foliage. The land is remarkably well preserved, the grass keeps a healthy green coloring, and through the trees I could see speckles of brown, orange and red. I wonder if the presence of the Eldar still influenced the land, as it maintained its beauty, even in disarray.

     After I had escaped from the Angmarim, things went more quickly, much less excitement. Eventually I made it to the Lossoth city of Suri-kyla.

     My eyes opened, and I was confused, I could not remember what had happened at all the last night. I sat up and looked around. What I saw was not pleasant, to say the least.It was dark, I was beneath a snow-covered tent, and all around I saw Angmarim soldiers. My weapons were gone, as was my face mask, leaving only my cloth mouth cover on my face.

     When I awoke, it was still dark, but the cold was nearly unbearable. It was perhaps the coldest I have ever felt, certainly the coldest night of my journey thus far.

Her grey eyes glanced at the poster, yellowed with age, familiar, Never yet, had she seen one in Bree, though she seldom ventured the cobbled streets, save only to trade the odd bow she had fashioned, when needs must.