The time he and the Four had spent in Mirkwood seemed now like much longer ago than it had been. Clean, crisp mountain air. Abundant fruits that grew on bushes and trees. Sunrises and sunsets that basked everything around them in brilliant pinks and oranges. The serenity of it all was breathtaking. Could Zabathôr possibly be content like this? Had it.

In a world there lived a Woman. Cwendlwyn Tain of Rohan and other tales of RP adventures in Lord of the Rings Online. Abiorn Tenorbekk, Grin and Bear It. Anyatka Tenorbrook of Dale, The Dalish Charm. Cwendlwyn Tain of Rohan, A Bitter Pill. Eirikr Tenorbekk of Dale, Smoldering Fire. What Keeps Us Awake at Night.

Stories and other nonsense from Middle-Earth to Nexus. Skjorn the Mad, my future ESO main. Faegor sat with reins in hand and paid no mind to his mistress nor son, his attention fully focused on the old road ahead, and the tall grass and woods that lined it.