Post by ~Chieftain of the Dúnedain~ on Jan 30, 2008 16:23:58 GMT -5
*Note* This basically what is happening in eastern Middle-Earth while the war of the ring is going on. I put a basic map of Eriador at the bottom.
Smoke was rising into the sky, the Ongzburg orcs had attacked Trestlebridge again. Saeradan sat on the step of the main hall, which lay in ruins, nursing his wounds. The smell of the dead made him nauseous, as it always did. A guard walked up to him and said, "My lord, Halbarad of Esteldin is here. He wishes to speak with you. "
Saeradan stood up and followed the man. A lot had changed since the destruction of Archet and the death of his friend Amdir. Orcs and hill-men poured out of Angmar, they had recaptured Fornost to the north and The Ettenmoors now was a wasteland. To travel alone meant almost certain death. The barrows in Bree were now haunted by the gaunt lord Ivar's minions along with wights, the soldiers of the dead. Ered Luin, The blue mountains in common speech was now infested with these same wights and dour-hand dwarfs, Dour-hand were "short beards" And were very slow builders but they had a bitter feud with the "long beards" who lived in Thorin's halls. It seemed Rivendell was the only safe haven, but to get there was perilous.
Saeradan walked into a room that had not been burned down and their sat in a chair in the corner was Halbarad. A tall able body folk with a deep rumbling voice. Keen eyes always seemed to be watching, except when he slept. Saeradan bowed as Halbarad stood up. "It has come to my attention that if Trestlebridge falls soon shall Bree and then the Shire. A chain effect that shall, if occurs shall be the death of the free peoples of Eriador."
"I agree, but Hal, Can we not send rangers from Annúminas here for help with-"
Halbarad interrupted, "Calenglad is too tied up in search for the relics of Ost Elendil which is held by the Black Númenóreans."
Saeradan stayed quiet, then spoke," What can I do to help?"
Halbarad held out a scroll and placed it in Saeradans hand. "Find John Brackenbrook, in Archet and ask him about a man named Halros, but before you leave, Nan Wathren to the north is growing in power. Orcs are rising I fear another attack. Ride to Amon Raith, once there tall the ranger Amarion to light the beacon. When it is lit, hopefully, the dwarfs of Othrikar to the northeast and the elves of Lin Giliath to the far east will aid us."
"I shall my lord." Saeradan said as he bowed.
He walked out of the building to once again the charred city, which demoralized him. He quickly ran over to the stales and borrowed a horse, it cost him fifteen silver pieces. He rode out of the town of Trestlebridge and onto the great bridge just outside of town called Trestlepan, which lay over the Nan Wathern river. Saeradan rode swiftly past the guards on the bridge and onto a road paved by thousands of men, dwarfs, elves and orcs. He spotted Amon Raith on the top of a distant hill, only about half a mile away. Saeradan rode on and spotted a patrol of orcs along a thin forest, Saeradan stopped the horse and drew his bow. He stopped, "Not now, I must reach Amon Raith in one piece."
Saeradan continued to ride. A weak breeze blew, with it the faint smell of death. Shadows reigned over Fornost, a voice it called to Saeradan, "Ranger of Bree," it said, "Follow your path north come to Fornost!"
Saeradan tried to shake the voice but it continued, "The Arthedain have failed to defend here, the rangers will soon too."
An oathbreaker, thought Saeradan, They did not aid King Arvedui last-king. The last king of the north. Now the Witch-King of Angmar brought them back to life and now they are is minions, misleading travelers and rangers. Saeradan quickened his pace and could see the lights of Amon Raith. He raced there, soon he made a sharp turn and hopped off his horse as the ranger walked up to him, "My what do we have here?"
"Light the beacons!"
Amarion responded, "Halbarad gives that order only my friend."
Saeradan smiled, "Amarion, you must believe me."
"I do, Trestlebridge will be attacked again I know."
Amarion paused, " I'll light the beacons."
Saeradan watched as Amarion poured oil onto a giant pile of wood, when struck flint and the beacon was lit. In Trestlebridge Halbarad smiled. "Let the orcs come!"
Chapter 1: Aid to Trestlebridge
Smoke was rising into the sky, the Ongzburg orcs had attacked Trestlebridge again. Saeradan sat on the step of the main hall, which lay in ruins, nursing his wounds. The smell of the dead made him nauseous, as it always did. A guard walked up to him and said, "My lord, Halbarad of Esteldin is here. He wishes to speak with you. "
Saeradan stood up and followed the man. A lot had changed since the destruction of Archet and the death of his friend Amdir. Orcs and hill-men poured out of Angmar, they had recaptured Fornost to the north and The Ettenmoors now was a wasteland. To travel alone meant almost certain death. The barrows in Bree were now haunted by the gaunt lord Ivar's minions along with wights, the soldiers of the dead. Ered Luin, The blue mountains in common speech was now infested with these same wights and dour-hand dwarfs, Dour-hand were "short beards" And were very slow builders but they had a bitter feud with the "long beards" who lived in Thorin's halls. It seemed Rivendell was the only safe haven, but to get there was perilous.
Saeradan walked into a room that had not been burned down and their sat in a chair in the corner was Halbarad. A tall able body folk with a deep rumbling voice. Keen eyes always seemed to be watching, except when he slept. Saeradan bowed as Halbarad stood up. "It has come to my attention that if Trestlebridge falls soon shall Bree and then the Shire. A chain effect that shall, if occurs shall be the death of the free peoples of Eriador."
"I agree, but Hal, Can we not send rangers from Annúminas here for help with-"
Halbarad interrupted, "Calenglad is too tied up in search for the relics of Ost Elendil which is held by the Black Númenóreans."
Saeradan stayed quiet, then spoke," What can I do to help?"
Halbarad held out a scroll and placed it in Saeradans hand. "Find John Brackenbrook, in Archet and ask him about a man named Halros, but before you leave, Nan Wathren to the north is growing in power. Orcs are rising I fear another attack. Ride to Amon Raith, once there tall the ranger Amarion to light the beacon. When it is lit, hopefully, the dwarfs of Othrikar to the northeast and the elves of Lin Giliath to the far east will aid us."
"I shall my lord." Saeradan said as he bowed.
He walked out of the building to once again the charred city, which demoralized him. He quickly ran over to the stales and borrowed a horse, it cost him fifteen silver pieces. He rode out of the town of Trestlebridge and onto the great bridge just outside of town called Trestlepan, which lay over the Nan Wathern river. Saeradan rode swiftly past the guards on the bridge and onto a road paved by thousands of men, dwarfs, elves and orcs. He spotted Amon Raith on the top of a distant hill, only about half a mile away. Saeradan rode on and spotted a patrol of orcs along a thin forest, Saeradan stopped the horse and drew his bow. He stopped, "Not now, I must reach Amon Raith in one piece."
Saeradan continued to ride. A weak breeze blew, with it the faint smell of death. Shadows reigned over Fornost, a voice it called to Saeradan, "Ranger of Bree," it said, "Follow your path north come to Fornost!"
Saeradan tried to shake the voice but it continued, "The Arthedain have failed to defend here, the rangers will soon too."
An oathbreaker, thought Saeradan, They did not aid King Arvedui last-king. The last king of the north. Now the Witch-King of Angmar brought them back to life and now they are is minions, misleading travelers and rangers. Saeradan quickened his pace and could see the lights of Amon Raith. He raced there, soon he made a sharp turn and hopped off his horse as the ranger walked up to him, "My what do we have here?"
"Light the beacons!"
Amarion responded, "Halbarad gives that order only my friend."
Saeradan smiled, "Amarion, you must believe me."
"I do, Trestlebridge will be attacked again I know."
Amarion paused, " I'll light the beacons."
Saeradan watched as Amarion poured oil onto a giant pile of wood, when struck flint and the beacon was lit. In Trestlebridge Halbarad smiled. "Let the orcs come!"