Forochel

     I left the dwarf stronghold a few days later, they sent me off with well preserved traveling food, and fresh blankets. The day was much warmer than the day I arrived, and I was able to make progress working my way back east to see the other half of the land. I moved past many familiar land marks, and by the afternoon I had successfully re-traced my steps.     As I continued onward, a thick fog rolled in, and soon I could barely see ten feet in front of me.

     When I awoke, it was still dark, but the cold was nearly unbearable. It was perhaps the coldest I have ever felt, certainly the coldest night of my journey thus far.

     I awoke this morning to a crisp chill in the air. It wasn’t quite as cold as yesterday, and I decided to go hunting, as my food supply had begun to dwindle. As I moved throughout the vale, I found tracks of elk, moose, wolverines, wolves, and even some wargs. I trapped two wolverines in traps I had set, and shot a thirty-point buck, as well as an unexpected encounter with a wolf.

The Elves of the Northern Wastes

The Peoples of Forodwaith

Flora and Fauna of Forodwaith

Overview of Forodwaith

The northern most extremity of Middle Earths lands is known to folk of the southerly climes as The Northern Wastes, which is Forodwaith in the Elven tongue. In the Folklore of the West lands Forodwaith is imagined to be one vast, pathless, ice-covered plain; travellers who actually venture into its expanse soon discover that it is neither flat nor as featureless as tales would have them believe.