Once again Pareth accompanied Tule Sloughfoot, a hardy hobbit minstrel whom Pareth grew to trust with her life, on a few missions to defeat the White Hand Ambassadors near the Orc Watch of Moria. They met three other warriors and together they battled many orcs.

They were gone for days. In and out of the Redhorn Lodes, the orcs were everywhere. But the five warriors were relentless, and the orcs were dismayed by their fierce resistance.

Pareth knew their battles were far from over. Moria was crawling with all manner of evil creatures. Moria was a nighmare.

Pareth longed for the outdoors. “Oh Ithilien, how I miss your fragrant herbs and bushes, and your flowing streams!”, thought Pareth wistfully.

Little did she know that Sauron had all but captured most of Gondor and except for the hidden outpost of Henneth Annûn, Pareth’s beloved homeland was abandoned.

It would be many more months before Pareth would be able to return to her homeland. She hoped she wouldn’t lose any more people she cared for. Losing her brothers in the battle at Osgiliath had been devastating enough.

Pareth, like many who lived during these wars, longed for peace. Pareth sighed. Peace! Not yet, she knew. Not yet.

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