Isen

Gamforth at Sunrise

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Gamforth looks east as the sun rises over the White Mountains above Helm's Deep.

A Scattering of Mead

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The two figures were not the only guests at Edoras’ tavern that night, but their attention was less on the chatter among them, once they met, and more on each other and the grave matter they discussed…

The Black Wolf and Raven

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Stories from the lives of Dunlendings and their descendents. 

Juniper Breeze

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Dytha, awake long after Adriwyn had gone to bed, find's comfort in Will's company by the fire, as he tries to keep his feelings secret. 

3rd Patrol Night—By the Campfire

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Adriwyn and Dytha share some porridge and gin by the fire, recovering from the grim discovery of their patrol.

3rd Patrol Night—Ride to the Farmstead

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A farmer who supplies the Isen outpost has not been seen in a week, and The Oathsworn ride out to investigate. They find a troubling scene.

Adriwyn headed toward their small stable to start seeing to her horse.

Patrol in Rohan

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Dytha waited for the go-ahead from her father before she pressed her heel into her horse's ribs, and they rode east to find the road north to the homestead.

Adriwyn followed after, keeping an alert watch to their sides.

Dread Beneath the Tree of Tribute

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"The only reason the size of this tree is remarkable..." Gryffudd mused, the stretch in his throat aching his voice as he stared up into its twisted branches. "...is because of the size of the trees that border it." He turned around to gaze out into the forest. The thin pines scattered about them creaked weakly, easily bent until broken by stormless winds.

Of Dreams and Broken Hearts

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Adriwyn shrank in on herself a little, and sighed. 'Not really expecting ever to have love, anyway. Not outside my dreams, anyway.'

Fréasburg Beneath the Thrihyrne

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“The sun went down, blood-red in a smoking haze. The spears of the Riders were tipped with fire as the last shafts of light kindled the steep faces of the peaks of Thrihyrne: now they stood on the northernmost arm of the White Mountains, three jagged horns staring at the sunset.”

- The Two Towers, Chapter 7, Helm’s Deep

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