trollshaws

The company depart east from the Trollshaws into Eregion, aiming to rest at Gwingris upon their arrival.

The Black Steel happened across a secluded fisherman's house in the middle of the Trollshaws. The fisherman himself was called Archibald and was kind enough to offer the company tea and biscuits and to stay at the safety of the area outside his house for the night. However, as they were settling down, a figure appeared at the other side of the river.

The Black Steel met with Arthasdir, an old friend of Fiontann and Sigfread (Atharann). They ride back home, to Bree!

The venture of the Misty Mountains had been a long, dangerous trip. But now [The Black Steel]'s task was complete and they could return to Bree.

It was these scenes, these colors, the smell of the trees and the sounds of the waters trickling that soothed in another night on a long journey ahead. The protection and spirit of the woods brought such comfort, a calmness that prepared the travelers with a sleep so sounding that wakefulness would be hard to shake; a welcome blessing.

The company of the herth bids farewell to Lady Earcalie of the Bar-en-Vanimar.

Whether the Last Bridge was built by the Arnorians or previous inhabitants of Eriador as far back as the First Age is unknown. The bridge fell under the domain of Arnor and then Rhudaur who maintained it. The Last Bridge marked the only crossing point over the Mitheithel (River Hoarwell) south of the Ettenmoors.

After I felt my task in Bree-land was done I moved back north to Forochel. I dwelled there for a couple of years with my beloved until the dangers of Angmar grew ever more restless in the lands south of me. 
I could no longer help the Lossoth as I had before. I did what I could and thus I moved back south... 
Now I dwell in the lands of the Trollshaws, Ettenmores and the North downs. But I will most likely be heading even beyond those...