“When I confronted Halros with these letters,” Teahesto explained, “he revealed the nature of Cutch's mission. It was twofold:  first, to find the place where a powerful poison was being concocted for an enemy that is behind the troubles in Wildwood.

          The months had been long, the leagues longer, since Captain Teahesto last set foot in the valley of Torn-en-Aduial, let alone beheld the manor named Torech Besruth, the Lair as it was called.  As he rode down the switchback trail that led to the flat greensward by the riverside, he took in the sight of the grand and elegant Elvish manor – now marked by three black spires that soared high above the gables and the roof.&nbs

As of this week, I have decided to start doing more labor in person down at the market and not let my colleagues do all the work for me. I feel as though it keeps my head and hands busy and lets me focus on other things than what has been plaguing my thoughts when I sit and read all day by myself. So far, it is working wonders.

(A continuaution of In Your Room, part 1)

Some few days after the company’s return from Angmar.

A flutter of fabric, over the stairs. Cloaked. Hooded.

“Ye know. Lassie, sometimes I reckon fate has it in for me! Y’know what I mean? Findin’ an Elf, in this burned piece of land? What’s and Elf doin’ her an’way? They’ve got no trees here. Perhaps... Aye, perhaps he got all sad ‘n’ the like, methinks he was goin’ to the sea but got lost? He’s not exactly bright, from what Breezelooker told me.” 
 

It was the long, silent hour just before dawn. In a forest grove of Chetwood, where she came to welcome the new day and golden Anor, the Sun, with music of her song and with dance, golden-haired elven maiden noted the silence with puzzlement. How different these forests were from her green homeland... Over the centuries, she had seen many oaks grow from acorn to ruinous age, but this place seemed less wild, more tame, and she could not feel that aura of mystery in it that filled Mirkwood.