Dunedain

          The evening in Herne is lovely. I tried to walk in the town and countryside, to enjoy the crisp fall air. But all it did is remind me that I should be continuing my journey. South, south, to lands unknown. Nearly everyone I have told of my intention to travel into Dunland has looked with pity on the poor young woman who thinks to try such a journey alone. Perhaps they’re right. I am no Ranger. 

Finally we left Bree on our way to the North downs, passing through Trestlebridge.

Upon reaching the city, we saw that there was a great fire and several houses were in ruins. All this produced by the last assault of orcs that they suffered a few weeks ago.

Belenir wanted to focus his attention on Fornost, the ancient city of the Dunedains. According to his historian, there are artifacts, relics, that are still asleep and hidden from the eyes of evil. Our duty to Gondor involves keeping these relics safe.

Many roaming bards and traveling merchants have brought stories and descriptions of Bree back to their homeland -- though rarely related to the village itself, an insignificant mish-mash of cobble, tile, and wood in an endless sea of jade green glades, forests, roving plains coated with beautiful tricolor flowerbeds, and cultivated land. While many in Bree had hardly the will or the means to experience the beauty beyond the hedge wall, there were still those that roamed the land freely.

He had been on the road for a few days. The journey from the last bridge to Tornhad was quiet and eventless, but at last he was glad to see his home again. 

December of TA 3018. It had been a long journey west for Halfaeron, Ranger of the North. He sought to see his father again for the first time in many months. Ortheldir was known to patrol the Weather Hills, north and south of the ruined watchtower of Amon Sûl, down into old Cardolan and occasionally Minhiriath.

"Come then, show me what you can do."

"But is it not our aim that I should not show you what I can do, Master Faeron?"

"Boy, do not test my patience!"

Seregrian continued to eat, saying "But come, Eira, begin your tale while we dine."