Ettenmoors

                A light rain pattered down as Dinengel was traveling west through the rocky hills of the Ettenmoors. Swiftly and silently, like a gust of wind, he passed between the low trees and bushes of the region. The rain water soaking through his heavy green cloak, and his boots sloshed across the muddy ground.

     Gaildrin walked alone through the hills of the Ettenmoors. He heard of Orc companies moving under the cover of night through these lands, and decided to investigate these claims. He moved through the dark, tree covered hill with caution. His footsteps were quiet, though not the same silent steps of a ranger, or master hunter. Through long hours of walking and waiting, he patrolled the lands for sight of his prey, and finally was reward when he caught sight of the small light of a fire in the distance.

'A disquiet settled into the very fabric of the cotton cloak, frayed and riddled with patches. It remained still and unmoved, melting into the hues of the twilight that stretched its long fingers across the wild. An invasion had already begun. From the north a chill wind was biting, and carried with it strange rumours on the air. From the south, great storm clouds, long brooding and stewing, shattered the skies with their rumbling voice.

Listed below is part of a collection of documents presumed lost by its author. It details a history of folly which its author sought to destroy himself, but, somehow, these documents survived. This history is kept within the library of Rivendell. It is believed that none know who authored it, though it is known that the House of Elrond Halfelven is very secretive of these documents, and would only let the most trusted scholars and council be privy to what they have to reveal.

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