wilderness

Word had reached Carethril, a healer within the house known somewhat cryptically as Lósengriol, that Men and their beasts were sickening and dying along both banks of the river Mitheithel. Accordingly, a small group of Elves of that house met the scouts encamped just east of the Last Bridge across the river. They fanned out, searching for clues, and soon Arradril found something not at all to her liking.

The dance in Combe after Bryn's threat was ended. Ryheric got them all drunk as skunks, shouted defiances against darkness and startled the entire group into a bursting revelry where none of them needed to hide, any longer. Freedom was never safe but it was pure, and nothing compared to it.

The Wilderness Revelries continued as Cwenawynn and Ryheric linger for some days, to the West of Breeland. They were in no hurry, after all, and the scenic wilderness along with good mead, good food, music, a good campfire and good company was worth enjoying until the time came for their departure.

Clad all in grey I ventured out into the wilderness.  It felt like I had another, new life. Nothing could give me away, all signs of Gondorian heritage were gone and the face itself hidden behind a mask. I enjoyed the views of the sea and the singing of the birds. I felt the wind blowing through my leather armour and giving me a feeling of refreshment. I sat on the sand and just enjoyed the moment in silence and then focused on my goal.

Avoiding Mirkwood at first, Faorie and Raolor follow the Anduin north.

In this wild part of Rhovanion the Woodsmen dwell, and yet Orks and Wargs cross the roads, making the Gladden Fields a dangerous place to travel.

Two elves, somewhere under the eaves of Mirkwood.

"In the worst case, an enemy may try to escape. To avoid that, we might have to use stealth and disguise."

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