Raising The Shire

During these troubling times in Middle Earth, one could still find beauty in even the most unexpected places. Tearose Underhill had seen her share of battles and she had old injuries that wouldn’t heal to prove it. So when she was invited by the Elves of Duillond to come and celebrate the Lithe festival, she packed up her bags and saddled up her pony.

She road from her home to the Delving Fields and stopped to look around before picking up supplies in Michel Delving. She gazed to the northwest and she could see the foggy swampland that was called Rushock Bog. It was a place that was infested with bugs and other swamp creatures and normally Tearose would dread the ride through that place. But after the turmoils she had seen in other parts of Middle Earth, Rushock Bog seemed peaceful and even beautiful.

So she bought her supplies in Michel Delving and began her journey to Duillond. Tearose enjoyed the sounds of nature, bugs or not, for such noises were much more welcome than orc and goblin noises. Even the stories of a fierce wolf called Mangemaw who terrorized travelers, did not deter Tearose. For she was armed and ready for anything.

Tearose didn’t encounter any problems at all on her journey, so she rested in Needlehole and spent some time gossiping with the locals there. Once she ate a meal and rested, she continued on and when she crossed the bridge to Falathlorn, she held her breath. She had forgotten how beautiful this place was.

She couldn’t wait to arrive in Duillond. For the Elves always spoiled her and she knew she would feel the joy she often lacked since returning from the horrors of Moria.

Tearose didn’t want to think about Moria. So she drank in the sights of the land around her, and for the first time in many months, Tearose was happy.

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