Egfor walked side by side with a couple of other hunters, boar spears in hand. Egfor wiped the sweat from his brow, his hair tied back in a tight ponytail today to keep the hair from his neck and face. He paid little mind to the other men chattering about their wives and kids, his attention solely on his dogs. He brought four of them with him on today's hunt, the four dogs he knew could handle boar.

Isulril reclined across the soft grass that stuck through the cracks of the old ruin above the town of Bree. She looked up at the daytime sky, smiling faintly. Indeed, her mood was like the sky itself. Sometimes sunny with fluffy white clouds flitting about as now, but sometimes the clouds obscured the sun, or the sun was gone altogether and one might scarce see a star. It was not something she enjoyed, but it was, she knew, something that those closest to her knew was her flaw. Her main flaw, perhaps, these mood swings.

In the shadow of the jail wall, Beri paused for a moment to catch her breath. The jail behind her screamed like a spring torrent, and it was only a matter of time before Graeme's guards charged her. "Hurry," Beri said to herself.

The bears were being culled now, the hunters staggering home under the weight of their prizes. The Beorning sped up the slope in the shadows, unnoticed.

Thirenel stood upon the large hill which his estate had stood for years, overlooking the southern chetwood and it's surrounds as the night sky glowed firey orange, great plumes of smoke billowing forth into the skies of the far off farmstead. He watched his usually jovial face carried a grim expression, this draught seemed to continue to worsen and the celebrations of men would be the end of his long fought for peace if they couldn't learn to manage themselves...

        Leon wasn’t used to a place like this; the landscape was full of so many colors, not just the browns, blacks and reds he was accustomed to. The trees were lush and healthy with dark green leaves, the sky was a brilliant blue, and flowers bloomed everywhere. He listened to the sound of a bee buzzing as he basked in the bright rays of sunlight and breathed in the hot, aromatic air. Though he appeared to be meditating, he was actually waiting for Addie to make an appearance.

Being haunted is a strange thing. You never suffer from loneliness, you only crave it.

Accounted here are the words spoken to Aduialant by Galadriel, Lady of Lothlorien. They caused a great disquiet in her heart that could not be placed, for though they remind her of her past, they pose many questions for the future...