Umbar

Naraal could not help but wonder what he had gotten himself into. Angmar had never featured highly on his ‘places to visit’ list, yet here he was, sitting in the shade of a rock, in bleak inhospitable lands, keeping an eye on a bunch of Angmarrim who were about to sacrifice someone they had captured on a wayside altar.

Torech Besruth, Falathlorn, Lindon

May 2^nd in the Shire-calendar

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sometime into the fourth age, southern lands of Middle Earth

She walked around the small room that would be her dwelling place for the next four days. The large cat, Zir, had done the same. Then he yawned and lay down on the floor, taking up a full quarter of the space. He was not impressed. 

Many days have passed since the Forngarmo left Minas Tirith, after the coronation of the King Elessar. But she knew that her mission is not yet over as her life was all about protecting the lands she loves and her Chieftain, now the King of Gondor. She was sent once again to her homelands, Evendim and Forochel. As she reached Tinnudir she looked around and sighed. So many of her brothers and sisters in arms have perished during the War. She rested on a barrel that she put her belongings in as she was to stay there until the land is made safe again.

sometime into the Fourth Age, southern lands of Middle Earth

The beating sun offered little mercy, even when hiding in the tall reed ridges lining the river shore. With its hot and dry climate unlike anything she ever experienced in the north of Middle Earth, Earcalie skulked among the reeds muttering against Arien who must have been in a particularly angry mood that day. Still, she swallowed her complaints and marched on.