runes

OOC - Author's Notes:

This story follows directly from the preceding tale "A Marketplace Mystery", as the fellowship is roused the next morning in a flurry of commotion by the market...

The story continues in the chronicle: "Where Webs Whisper"...

OOC - Author's Note:

This is a two-part story, with both parts now available below. Use the quicklinks to jump to each part. Other characters used with their author's permission. Part of the chronicle: "Where Webs Whisper".

          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.

svo eg ríst og í rúnum fá'g

"So do I write and colour the runes"

Foredawn, in the Old Forest; an eerie mist hovers on the pool's surface, the scarce light that seeps through the thick foliage plays tricks with the shapes, the colours; even the sounds, of the forest.

No much lore is given about the men of the woods, those living in the Mirkwood and not of Beorn's heritage. In the project The Free People of Rhovanion was decided that names recalling old (Elder Futharc) runes would be appropriated.

The use of runes is very much interesting and intriguing, and can lead to many inspirational things.

A page from Nimlith's notebook about the mysterious runes in Eriador.
((the plaintext is in roman letters and English for my convenience and yours. Nim does of course write in Tengwar and Sindarin :) ))