Dunlendings

The wood cracked in the campfire sending sparks into the sky. It was a cold night, but the warmth from fire allowed for a comfortable evening. It was a perfect night for story-telling, and Lilu spun her tale, revealing one more of the Dunlending legends from the treasury of her folklore.

I am far from home..far from my Ennerin..I do hope she is alright and not too worried..I will be with you soon meleth nin..soon

From Enedwaith the road took me to Dunland...Dunland of all places...I know very well of this land, home to differnt clans of dunlendings...also close to Isengard and the presence of Saruman..

A huge full moon hanging in the sky high above me, filled my vision as I opened my eyes. I lay there for a few moments, in the absolute stillness of the dark night, wondering where I was, as the last vestiges of smoke, heat and sound dissipated, from my mind. Perhaps it was having been pushed to the boundaries of exhaustion or the absolute stillness and quiet of the surrounding area, but I felt no fear, or worry, only a deep calm, as I slowly sat up and looked about me.

I remember that day. I remember it clearly.