Lothrandir

The Journey: The Night Has Fallen in Forochel

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And so we moved from the Frozen Lands once again, leaving what was dear both to me and Lothrandir behind. Forochel was the land I still called home. It was deserted like my life and sould after The War of The Ring. The road was long and silent, filled with blizzards and extreme temperatures. On the last night before proceeding into Evendim we sat on a hill, listening to the sound of the wind and watching the Aurora Borealis, the Northern Lights above us. They spend their time by the campfire, but I didn't join them this time.

The Journey: Lothrandir

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How So few words can destroy so many hopes? How a reunion could turn into a disaster? 

Information is passed on to the Ranger.

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It is hoped that young Lothrandir can pass the news regarding Ironspan on to others of his folk. 

The Young Ranger

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Departing the Great Lodge of Suri Kyla, Elveaner, Tyelcie and Yonas come across the young Ranger they had heard about. Tyelie, once on speaking terms with those watchers of the Dunedain in this area had not known his immediate predecessor, and is surprised at the lack of years the 'boy' seems to have. But Lothrandir is as helpful as his situation allows. He is given what news the elves have. 'Keep watch to the east.'.

Lothrandir in Isengard

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I first met the man in Forochel. During my time there, Lothrandir told me many stories of the lands he traveled through during his long life. But he stayed in Forochel because of his love for that land and the people there. Having spent much of my time in Forochel myself, I can see why. He told me what the green lights in the sky were. I had never seen their like before. When the Grey Company was gathered, I was the one to find Lothrandir. I noticed when he spared Gun Ain, even giving her a bag of food. Many would not have been so merciful. We went south.

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