Raising The Shire

From a distance, Barad Tharsir in Barandalf seems peaceful enough and a weary traveller might be tempted to visit the pristine beach it inhabits. It seemed safe and quiet, but it wasn’t. Far from it.

Tearose travelled to Evendim often and when she recently spoke to the Wardens of Annúminas in Tinnudir, they asked if she would journey to Barandalf’s west shore so that she could scout Barad Tharsir and report back.

Tearose was happy to help the Wardens who were usually grim and silent, but always joked with her. They seemed to genuinely enjoy her company and so Tearose was honoured to be asked to help.

She rode leisurely to the beaches of Barandalf and she carefully avoided the salamanders and pests that inhabited the area. She found a spot where she had a perfect view of Barad Tharsir and at first it seemed deserted. “I wonder why the Wardens were concerned” she thought to herself.

She decided to sit for a while on the beach and she dug her toes into the warm sand and had a snack. She was beginning to enjoy the peace and quiet, when suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw something or someone move in Barad Tharsir. She looked again, and that’s when she saw several tomb robbers, with weapons drawn, patrolling the beach. She knew they were tomb robbers for the Wardens had described them to her in detail.

Tearose watched the tomb robbers for quite some time before she rode back to Tinnudir. She got the feeling they were preparing for an attack. She would warn the Wardens so that they would send more than one lone warrior to defeat them.

Perhaps she would ask to go along and help. It was quite some time since Tearose took part in a battle but she was well-rested and she felt ready, the past horrors in Angmar and Moria were forgotten. Tearose smiled to herself. Yes, her confidence was returning and just like most hobbits do so easily, she had bounced back from her injuries.

And so it was that Tearose Underhill led a small group of Free Peoples of Middle Earth and together they rid Barad Tharsir of all the tomb raiders. And later on, the weary band of warriors toasted their victory with fine wine from the Shire, and set up camp on the beach, which was truly peaceful and beautiful once more.

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