Chalk Road in the Shire Homesteads is a quiet street, normally. The inhabitants generally keep to themselves, but lately they noticed that #5 Chalk Road in Furrowham had been too quiet for months on end.
The owner, Tearose Underhill, had not been seen for many months. The last they heard she had been sent to the cold north…to an icy place called Forochel.

Most of the hobbits in the Shire thought anyone who left the Shire was asking for trouble, but to voluntarily battle with the big folk, well that was just insanity. And common sense dictated that no good would come of it…not at all.

But everyone really missed Tearose. She was funny, and brave, and kind to children. She loved to dance and drink, and eat with the best of the hobbits. That was why the neighbors on Chalk Road were worried.

Where was Tearose Underhill? The hobbits hoped she would return home soon.

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One does not simply walk into Caras Galadhon in Lothlorien, not unless you want the Galadhrim guards to pierce you with many arrows. However, once a visitor gains the trust of the Elves of Lothlorien, the gates are opened and you step into a dream. The city of Caras Galadhon is filled with many flets with dwellings wrought in gold. To get up to the top of these flets, one must climb ladders, and for someone who is nervous about heights, it could be frightening at first.

But once one gets up high and looks around, one is captivated by the stunning beauty of the city. It is like time stands still in Caras Galadhon and all of the evil lurking nearby doesn’t exist.

Yet, the Elves of Lothlorien knew very well that enemies were all around them, seeking to destroy their beloved city, and the Lady Galadriel accepted the help of trusted outsiders to help her people with the defence of Lothlorien. And in the days to come, many worthy warriors would seek the favor of the Lady and offer their help. And in these troubled times, the Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn were kept busy with the preparations of the battles to come.

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When Pareth was finally able to leave Moria and gained the trust of the Elves of Lothlorien to enter their land, Pareth spent several hours just walking outside and breathing the clean crisp air.

At night, she walked through the forests and the bark of the stately mallorns shimmered, so that it was never really dark – even though the forests were dense. Pareth revelled in their beauty, and she would spend much time in the days to come outside, surrounded by nature, though some of the creatures were wild and dangerous, even in Lothlorien.

The Elves of Lothlorien gave Pareth many tasks to complete, so she would would make it a ritual to walk through the woods at night and gaze at the majestic mallorns after she had completed her tasks for the day. For even in beautiful Lothlorien, evil lurked. Orcs and goblins had established camps nearby, and Pareth hunted them down, one by one, determined to stop them from tarnishing the beauty of the mallorn forests.

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