Raising The Shire

The Lord of the Ring Online Adventures as Told by Hobbits of the Shire

Welcome!

Come in and sit yourself down. A hobbit will serve you ale or red wine a-plenty and the best provender of the Shire. You will soon discover that we hobbits are not to be trifled with. Just ask those tough ugly orcs in Dol Dinen in the North Downs, for as little as we are, some of us have felled the likes of them, even alone! Folks around here think that our group of hobbit warriors have cracked just like Bilbo Baggins. But we'll let you decide...


Tearose Underhill In loving memory of Tearose Underhill, a brave hobbit warrior of the Shire

The Seat of the Witch King

Posted By on June 20, 2011


Pareth received a message from Emondir, an elven loremaster who sought to defeat Mordirith, the False King, who had become the Steward of Angmar. Mordirith was inhabiting the castle of Carn Dum and it was to this dangerous place that Pareth met up with her friend.

Pareth was relieved to see Tule, a long-time companion and skilled minstrel, who was to lead Pareth, Emondir, Gennoin, Gilnoldor, and Amblebras into the main castle area. They fought all manner of evil in that place and they stopped for a while to discuss the strategy they would use to defeat Mordirith.

Strategy was Tule’s strength and her superior knowledge of the area kept them alive, though Gilnoldor suffered some serious injuries which Tule tended to quickly and efficiently. Pareth had travelled to Carn Dum before and she remembered her friend’s advice to follow her intructions carefully, and she did.

Pareth was ready for Mordirith and from the fierce look in Gennoin’s eyes, she knew he was ready too. The six companions worked well together and fought bravely and in the end they defeated Carn Dum’s evil steward and his minions.

Rest was brief, however, for soon they would be needed east, and they would march against Isengard to face the traitor Saruman. The war was far from over, it seemed.

Preparing for the Battle at Amon Sul

Posted By on June 3, 2011


Tearose Underhill was a hobbit who usually kept her word. So when she told everyone that she wouldn’t be fighting any more battles unless they were close to home or no farther than Breeland, she thought she meant it. But she couldn’t say no to Candaith’s request for assistance with enemies who had set up camps in and around Weathertop.

So she summoned her assistant, Madeleine, an herbalist from Bree, who had become fiercely loyal and protective of Tearose. Together they travelled to the Lone-Lands and stopped at the Forsaken Inn for rest before continuing on to Weathertop.

“Madeleine, have you got enough supplies or shall we speak to Anlaf the Forlorn to get us what we need?” Tearose asked her friend.

“Indeed, we are well supplied, my dear Tearose, as I made sure we had everything we needed before we left the Shire”, Madeleine replied with a smile.

“That is great news, for then we should think about nothing but rest and maybe a good supper while we can, for who knows what tomorrow will bring?” Tearose laughed as she spoke, for Madeleine never seemed to eat very much nor did she seem to even need food. Tearose, on the other hand, like most hobbits, could eat much and often.

So they both went downstairs and Tearose ate with relish, for Anlaf the Forlorn brought her all her favorites and he seemed amused by her healthy appetite. After supper, they sat quietly and discussed their plans for the next day and it wasn’t long before they retired for the night.

At dawn, they left for Weathertop. It was raining and the wind was chilly. As they climbed up to the top of Amon Sul, Tearose shivered. She was wet and a little miserable, and she was grateful that the rain stopped just when they found Candaith standing beside a large fire.

“Well met, Tearose,” Candaith said with a smile and nodded at Madeleine. “We have much to prepare, ladies. Please light all of these fires, for they will help us by keeping some of the enemy at bay. I have laid a trap to defeat a Cargul, a servant of the Nine and of the Dark Lord himself. I will defeat him and together we shall rid this place of all the other enemies who we might encounter here. Be vigilant and remember to keep the fires burning!”

And so Tearose lit all the fires and she, Madeleine and Candaith did everything they could to prepare for the impending assualt. They were ready and all they could do now was wait.

The Great Battle in Ost Elendil

Posted By on May 15, 2011


Pareth of Gondor loved Annúminas, the city of Kings, for she was a descendant of Númenor and her ancestors dwelled in the city before the evil minions of Angmar occupied it. So when Brynje, a strong warden of her kin, who often led battles with Pareth’s assistance, sent word that they were commissioned to take back Ost Elendil, the great palace of kings, and defeat the evil spirits and the Black Númenórean, Balhest, who occupied the throne room, Pareth volunteered to assist her.

Brynje recruited Imperious Silvermane, a seasoned captain of warriors, Kilderkin Barleywine, a skilled hobbit hunter, Endros, a mysterious runekeeper with remarkable healing capabilities, and Chromlek, a dwarven runekeeper whose unwavering power dealt serious damage to any foe who crossed his path. The six warriors met in the entrance of Ost Elendil and defeated many Morelendil guards and tormented spirits in the various chambers of Ost Elendil.

Together they defeated Guloth, and it was a difficult battle. They stopped to take a rest before the final battle in the throne room of Ost Elendil. The room was filled with many Morelendil guards, as well as three evil sorceresses who summoned even more evil spirits, causing many warriors of lesser experience to become rooted in fear.

Brynje warned the group that this was to be a gruesome fight, and that fear would be their biggest enemy, for the power of sorcery was difficult to overcome. So they all listened to their leader’s battle plans, and even though their chances of survival were lessened by the fact that they had no one in the group who could control a crowd, they were all determined to carry on and fight to the bitter end.

They finally defeated Balhest, the Lord of Ost Elendil, and they wearily approached the throne and triumphantly cheered.

Kilderkin sat on the throne, and no one minded, for he was little, and showed incredible bravery that day. Brynje sat on the steps of the throne and praised everyone for their part in the successful mission. And her voice echoed in the hallowed halls of Ost Elendil, and it seemed that the spirits of the great Kings of Númenor heard her words and they rested in peace at last.