Chapter one

‘Leave now, for you do not know of me and what I am capable of,’ spat the large man as he brought his goods horse to a halt.

‘I know you very well,’ noted the thin man atop his horse, ‘you are Guthmor, a caravan guard... and a bandit,’

‘This has come from him?’ asked the old man as he rose, his greying hairs light and flowing, ‘you are certain?’

The man in black rose, his face covered almost entirely by the shade of his hood. He approached the other man, each of his steps a smooth flowing motion. ‘Welcome,’ said he, in a tone as queer and unsettling as it was genuine, ‘I trust you bring good news.’

His head ached, though his eyes were shut, and his mind half at rest. Opening his eyes, he could see above him, a man, but the morning light was harassing his vision, and his face was unclear - After a brief moment of awkwardness, he made out the man's face. A grim face, with gaunt features, and a single, wide, scar running from the man's right eye, all the way to the center of his chin. Whatever caused that must've hit him hard, he thought, but didn’t say; For some reason this face seemed familiar to him.

A thirteen year old boy walks alone in the Riddermark, the wind tearing across the unsheltered landscape to rip the hood down from his head, revealing those cold eyes, those eyes which have seen things no child should ever have to see.  There is no emotion in that face, the blank look of indifference a clear mirror of the soul.  The boy cares little for anything now, not after everything was taken from him.  of course,  there is...was... friends in Edunas, and family.

Truths about a fallen Man

Chapter one: Return to Imladris

Thendryt gazed upon the house. It hadn't changed much in three years. He tried his old key. It was the same lock, they hadn't changed it. Reckless, he thought.