Halbar

She had gone to Cardolan to seek out an old friend who’s wise words might help her but instead she found a host of her friends gathered with many others for what reason she could not fathom.  Amlarad, Oldgrove, Adunzil, Noruien.   Had she missed some summons?

 It has been too long. Here in the peace of my surroundings I lay down my thoughts to parchment, and at last muse upon the yield of the waning years the Third age has to offer. I recall in my youth the moment my features were scorned from lack of skill. I recall how my dear cousin would show me the beauty of every root , moss and tree.

We are stood here in the beating rain, four of my kinsmen amongst the ruined pillars as statues of old. Indeed, several of the brigand-folk below have wandered past the old masonry, mistaking our stilled forms for the likeness of bygone kings or sentinels. Our cloaks are useful here, blending seamlessly with the hues of night, scrubbed against the barks of trees and the soft earth that we roam by so as to hide our scent. We watch and we wait. Our senses become aligned with the stones of our forefathers, the rhythmic pitter-patter of the rain our silent war chant.