evendim

Evendim, tiny isle near Lake Nenuial’s eastern shore, early summer, present days

Earcalie did not regret one bit taking a detour from the road home to accompany a couple of acquaintances she met few days before on the northern border of the Shire. She had planned to traverse quickly into Ered Luin avoiding to disturb the little folk, when her path crossed with siblings Feriel and Medon.

 The letter is sealed tightly in an envelope that has been slightly bent and worn from travel. On the back is scrawled in perfect Westron; 

To Furley; 8 Long Street, Wyrmlin, Bree-land.

With Ithilwe's head against my shoulder, the rest of the evening is spent silently pondering what is to come next. 

The story of a troll-hunting party gone awry during Amathlan's time in Evendim, as told to Ithilwe, Galtharian, and Dalbran in Iml

I cannot breathe. My chest feels like it’s going to cave in on itself. In a nightmare, I am falling - but it’s right into Gondolin again. I can taste the heat of flames and I know what happens in this moment - this is the moment I dive in front of Mallossel and take the brunt of the dragon’s fire from her.

I spoke to Ranger Orchalwë, who told me about the Fields of Twilight. The area, just east of Tinnudir, once was an area with large estates belonging t noble families. Now the estates are long fallen into ruin, but they still hold significant historical value and there are still evidence of this to be found. However, in recent years, with the dwindling numbers of the Rangers and the increase in evil activity the ruins have fallen into total decay and disintegration.