trollshaws

The flow of the Bruinen was but a gentle trickling thing here at the fjording of the valley. In comparison, a roaring tempest tore through Elrond’s mind. He had gone on ahead of his army, thinking time alone would calm his mind, and his mood. He could not escape the thought that his kin marched toward a meat-grinder, and that their bright armour would soon to be stained by the ruin being wrought across Eregion. 

OOC – Author’s Note:

Author's Note: This piece follows on from one posted by Tivlyn, which you can read here.

Both are part of a series called 'Where Webs Whisper'.

OOC – Author’s Note:

Author’s Note: This piece was shaped with a little help from AI. It provided assistance on things like the structuring, some names, shortening some verbose language/ideas as I'd written, and gave me the odd turn of phrase here and there.

Days 18-23

We lost track of the company for a while - and I could not bring myself to write.

Days 15-17

Days 11-14

I have little news to share.

Days 8-10

These days have not been easy.