north downs

Finally we left Bree on our way to the North downs, passing through Trestlebridge.

Upon reaching the city, we saw that there was a great fire and several houses were in ruins. All this produced by the last assault of orcs that they suffered a few weeks ago.

Belenir wanted to focus his attention on Fornost, the ancient city of the Dunedains. According to his historian, there are artifacts, relics, that are still asleep and hidden from the eyes of evil. Our duty to Gondor involves keeping these relics safe.

{From Seregrían’s private journal}

Esteldin

She'd crossed that bridge dozens of times before. The Trestlespan was strong and sturdy, and its wooden walls hid most of the ravine below it from view.

Hello, old friend! I haven't written to you for some time, have I? How have you been? Sitting in my saddlebags, gathering dust, I see.

I know it's been far too long, and perhaps you'd like to hear what I've been up to. No, not yet. I have more pressing concerns. But you know how I can be; how I tend to ramble, covering ideas from here, there, and everywhere in between. Maybe you'll catch snatches as I go.

Lissi wasn't sure where she would go. Bree was not a good option, since nearly everyone she knew and loved was there. Her presence would place them in danger.

Too much. Too much death around her.