Raising The Shire

Laerchel of Lórien had met the Rangers at different campsites and checkpoints throughout her journeys and they had enlisted her help. Laerchel was an archer of some skill but she still had a lot to learn. The Rangers in the Lonelands were happy to teach her new skills for they were battle-weary in these barren lands.

And Weathertop – the once majestic Amon Sûl – was infested with all manner of foul creatures, minions of the traitor, Saruman. There were foul crebain, rabid boars, savage wolves, wargs, goblins, and half-orcs bred by the evil wizard in Orthanc.

Obstacles, there were sure to be. Saruman’s minions were powerful and devious, but Laerchel possessed an intelligence as quick as a hawk and the physical agility of a mountain goat. This time she could not afford to tarry with free poker games or beakers of mead – her quest called her on inexorably.

Laerchel was not one for despair even when others of her kin were. She was determined to not let anything get her down. For surely all evil would be defeated? Surely her people would help the Men of the West save Middle Earth?

For it was beautiful. Even with all of it’s imperfections, Middle Earth was beautiful. And gazing up at Weathertop from below, Laerchel recalled the days of old – before Amon Sûl was defaced by Orcs, and much worse.

Alas! News of the Nine was known to all of the Elven folk. And they were vigilant and ready for anything, even death. For the Nine must never be allowed to stay anywhere long, and all Elves would fight off their evil presence – no matter the cost.

Laerchel was ready to climb up to Weathertop. She didn’t know what awaited her. But she was prepared and she was unafraid. For she had the favour of the Lord and Lady of Lothlorien and did not want to let her kin down. Yet, she dared not get too proud lest she forget her real purpose – to rid Middle Earth of evil for the good of all the Free Peoples who inhabited her.

As it turned out, many of the Free Peoples in Middle Earth were forming alliances – strong bonds with a single purpose, the same as Laerchel’s. Laerchel was not alone that day in Amon Sûl, as she soon found out. Help was but a few moments away.

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