Safeguard the North

Ruadan opened the letter as he leaned with his back to a tree in Chetwood. He had been watching the comings and goings around Bree for sometime now. The elves appreciated that he could travel where he could not and his skills meant that often not even men did not see him. They would perhaps see a trader on his way home as he would often tell people if they enquired of him, or perhaps a trapper setting out in the early dawn to set his traps.

None were aware of his true purpose, that of gathering information.

"When the grey lake-water rushes

Past the dripping beech-bushes,

And the bodeful autumn wind

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?

Filrean had set up camp for the night, amongst a few trees on an outcrop set above the campsite of the elves below at Eavespires.  Her fire was built and a small area set out for sleeping beside her sword, bow and quiver of arrows, she kept her hunting dagger at her side as always.  As she settled down into a comfortable seating position she watched a boat moving across the water, two passengers both in hooded cloaks, she was not going to sleep yet.