Seregrian. Cutch

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

The company of House Bar-en-Acharn departed Falathlorn two days after the council, bound for the hidden refuge of Esteldin on the North Downs.  Several of the Household had already departed, with the word that they would converge upon the Dunedain sanctuary in one week’s time.  A vanguard led by Catrena had departed the previous day, intending to meet with members of the Blackburrow Trading Compa

The Household of Bar-en-Acharn sat in a dreadful pause of quiet, having heard the lady Seregrían hint at the prospect of another expedition.  The silence was broken by a raucous cry of greeting as Applecider exploded into the hall, Lancogard rising to greet his adventurous companion. 

The Grand Hall of House Bar-en-Acharn saw a busy and jovial company one evening after Yule.  Many of the Household had gathered at the bidding of Lady Seregrían not only at her call, but also for the fellowship and merriment to be shared.  The Hall and Salon were lit by hea

Evening in the month of November found a warm hearth and blazing fire in the scullery of Bar-en-Acharn, as Cutch busied himself happily at his labors.  He was preparing something sumptuous for his bride – even though he wed Seregrían month

          It was the hour of dawn when Cutch mounted his horse in the courtyard of Torech Besruth, his hunting gear packed on the saddle and harness, a green cloak covering his hunting clothes.  There at his stirrup stood Seregrían, looking up at him with a pleased gleam in her eyes.