Enedwaith

The Middle-land

This is the story I tells to me grandkids durin' our next story time together...

The Grey Company crossed at a ford in the River Glanduin into Enedwaith, a once heavily forested region that lay between the north and south kingdoms of Arnor and Gondor, respectively. The kingdom of Arnor had come to an end one thousand years before the present time after years of pestilence and war, most notably against the Witchking of Angmar. The Rangers and their kin were all that remained of the folk of the kingdom that Elendil had established after the drowning of Númenor. 

The beat of hooves on the ground was the pace to which she set her breathing. She whipped her head around to look behind her as the steed charged, trying to make any sense of their pursuers in the darkness. Nimroch released an anxious whinny, and the white steed took it upon himself to move with more speed.

Third Age, Enedwaith

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Two distinct sounds pierce through the silent forest. On the distant shore of a flowing river, a Quenyan battle cry can be heard clearly. Ugly mutterings of the four yrch follow. 

Then, a sharp scream. The silver-haired elf on the far shore pauses in his attacks, eyes wide in panic. Distracted by the scream, Ithilwe slips and falls to the ground, the bank slippery and wet.

~~The Ambitious Corsair~~

Chapter VI