Bar-en-Acharn

Torech Besruth, Falathlorn, Lindon

11 Lairë in the Reckoning of Imladris

Morenwenna sat outside her well-appointed house in Falathlorn taking in the fresh, clean air after the day’s rains stopped.  The hour after a rain was always such a pleasant time, with water still dripping from the trees, birds singing after the rain, and the smell of the world having just been bathed in clean waters.

The feast went merry and long, the company settling back in their chairs after talking and laughing and eating their fill.  Applecider stood up on her chair and announced to the company what she had planned.  “Now, me suggestion fer this is, once everyone's sufficiently fed -- we does prezzies an' maybe a round 'o music then fer a breather, an&

Even the driving force of the first spring rains could not dampen the spirit of the day at Torech Besruth, for the Household of Bar-en-Acharn had planned a joyful gathering to celebrate the upcoming birth of Bainiel, the daughter of Cutch and Seregrían.&nbsp

The expedition rolled back into Esteldin that morning, after a four-day journey through mountains (and I mean that literally, tunnels and all) and the worst lands this hobbit ever saw, let alone imagined.  All those memories of Angmar are going to give me the collywobbles for a long time coming.

Catrena led our company on a path through dead and dying tree groves, through a valley that ran across the land like a spear-stab, headed north-east, nearest I could see.  All along the way, she told us gruesome stories of the land, what people and creatures were here – and all the while breathing this foul air which, according to her, came from a poisonous swamp and