Having braved the bitter and biting Redhorn Pass, the weary Eorlings rest in a Dwarf-camp, finally allowed respite after Caradhras' cruelty.
The wayward Rohirrim warily proceeded into The Trollshaws, after being stopped at the Last Bridge by a group of Elves and Men, and found refuge in the Elf-ruin of Thorenhad.
The time had come. Swords were sharpened, armors were polished, horses were bridled. After two whole weeks of gathering supplies and warriors, the Eored was ready to depart.
The chronicles of the Rohirrim of Eriador, as they make their way southwards towards Rohan in aid of their King Theoden.
Freebaird claps along to the music from a high point above the vast crowd that attended Archet Aid.
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Daerundros and Minyelaírë enjoying the evening and consulting together with Angelnarth
Daerundros plays to a gathered crowd at the Hall of Fire. It seems she is known for being a fine Harpist.
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