eregion

The warm glow of a welcoming campfire after a long day of travel beckons you to join little gathering of elves sharing their campfire with those who would join them and rest a while, and perhaps share a song or tale of their travels upon the roads of Eregion and Swanfleet.

Eat well, rest well FOR TOMORROW WE MARCH
Marching Towards Annúminas, Echad Dúnann to Rivendell

Far into the past runs Elven lore, and even farther weaves our memories. We gather within the shelter of the ruins of old to fill them with the breath of life once again, to remind our kind that even as their fate within the realm of Middle-Earth shall end, the memories shall remain with them forever. To gaze upon the sorrows of days long gone, and to delight our hearts with the hope of dawns yet to be.

A warband from Isengard has steadily been making it's way up north into Eriador and has left traces of destruction in it's wake. In Rivendell, forces have begun to move out to counter this new threat leaving it's mark on the map. Watchful scouts from Gwingris have been dispatched through the Wilderness to seek remnants of the Warband left behind, particularly Enemy Scouts and most dreaded of all, the Crebain.