A Break For the Warriors
Pareth and her kin were sent home for some respite from the many battles they had fought. Pareth herself was badly injured from some serious falls she suffered in Moria. So she was grateful for rest and a little diversion.
She was dared by her friends to drink from the treacherous keg and she somehow ended up in the Lonelands, quite drunk and missing her leggings!
Pareth laughed and she happily took part in a race back home since everyone who drank from the keg ended up in different areas.
The race was on!
Pareth, as a hunter, was unable to use her special skillls, so like everyone else, had to find her way back to the kinship homestead the fastest using the stable horses. Pareth came a modest 5th, while poor Torbi, who ended up in the most remote corner of Middle Earth, came in last, but he was treated with honor for his determination to get back and join in the festivities. And we waited for him together and welcomed him with pride for he was a most noble warrior.
Each of Pareth’s kin enjoyed the holiday but each of them knew they were desperately needed in battle and the rest would be too brief. Soon, many of them would be sent to Mirkwood to help the Elves of Lothlorien battle the evil within that dark and treacherous forest.
Pareth had much to do yet in Moria, the Dimrill Dale, and Lothlorien, so it would be many days before she would venture to Mirkwood.
There was so much to do. Pareth sighed. “How can one survive all this evil?” she thought in despair. She gritted her teeth and found the strength within to say out loud: “Because we must!”
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