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When last we left off…

 

A Troll Hole if ever there was one…

Our heroes had accompanied Jari the Dwarf Wanderer and  Diarmoc the Traveller to the Hidden Valley.

There they had encountered Scylda Heather in an old ruined farmstead.  She had guided them to a boat which they used to reach the Wart.  Descending a secret staircase they encountered and surprised two Trolls.  Despatching them in the Troll Hall they then used the boat to reach Diarmoc’s family. 

The family were held upon a raft in the middle of a Lake. As they attempted to free them they were attacked by the Troll Mother, Nelly Long Arms. She burst out of the water and had the Dwarf and the Ranger nearly defeated in battle. However at the last moment there arrived Aid Unlooked For in the form of Orothel, a veteran Ranger of the North who had swum to their rescue. She distracted the wounded Troll just long enough for the Hobbit to slot an arrow right between the eyes and finish the awful creature off with a well aimed shot.

 

During their journeys they learnt the tale of Tarandis, the Knight of Arnor

 

“Oh, once there was a king who lived in a golden palace by a lake,

and many knights served him, and the greatest of these knights was

Tarandis. Elven-fair

she was, maiden of polished steel, and with her

companions she went on errantry across the lands, fighting Trolls

and Dragons and such things. Then the king of Angmar arose, and

all the land fell under shadow. In those days, Tarandis was like a

blazing beacon all along the hills; wherever the day was darkest

and the foes thickest, she was there. Her star fell in the north, the

stories say, but I’ve heard that she’ll come back when she’s needed.”

 

The Halfling slept badly one night in Bree.    In his dreams, a vast bleak Hill rose like a great dark wave, looming over the land, rising above the lights of Bree or  the Shire threatening to snuff them out with its shadow.

 

Orothel entertained them with further tales of the lost lands to the West.  Beleriand the land of their ancestors that drowned beneath the seas in the Elder Days. 

Our heroes have spent their time over the last week at the Inn wisely.  The Halfling loudly recounting their tales of brave deeds versus the Trolls much to joy of his fellow Hobbits in Bree, the Ranger quietly, in research of tales to the West, and the Dwarf stoically in healing his wounds and readying his war gear for the doubtless troubles that lie ahead.