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

A Musical Interlude at The Prancing Pony

Posted By on April 28, 2011


Laerchel of Lorien travelled back to Bree from the Lone-Lands alone. She was tired and in need of a diversion to stop her from thinking about the implications of what she witnessed in the Lone-Lands and the treachery of Saruman. Everywhere she had been to in that area of Middle Earth was over-run with White Hand goblins, orcs, half-orcs, crebain spies, wargs, and more. The place was dangerous and the peoples of that land, the Eglain, were reluctant to let Laerchel leave to get much-needed supplies.

Finally, Laerchel reached Bree and she stopped into the Prancing Pony. It was early enough that the place was quiet. So she took out her lute and began to strum softly. She started to relax and the soft music soothed her tired mind. She played for quite some time before she asked Barliman Butterbur to arrange lodgings for her for the night.

The next morning, Laerchel bought the supplies she needed for her return journey to the Forsaken Inn and beyond in Ost Guruth. She was expected to assist the Eglain in Garth Agarwen, and she would be kept busy there for quite some time. For the forces of Angmar were deeply entrenched in that place and all manner of evil dwelt there. Her greatest challenge would be to defeat Naruhel, the Red Maid. And she was warned that she would need allies to help her there.

Laerchel sighed. Oh, to be in Lothlorien among the safety of the mallorns! Alas, it would be many months before she saw her homeland again. And when she did, she would find that it was not as safe there as when she had left it.

The Icy Perils

Posted By on April 18, 2011


Pareth was reluctant to leave the Shire. But she still had unfinished business in the Icebay of Forochel with the Lossoth there. So she travelled for miles until she arrived in Suri-Kyla. She rested at the Great Lodge, and was treated with respect by the local people. The Lossoth had heard stories from the dwarves of Zigilgund about Pareth’s deeds in other parts of Middle Earth and so they were happy that she had arrived to their frozen land to lend a hand.

When Pareth finally warmed up and was fed and rested, a meeting was called, and Pareth met with the tribe leaders to discuss her mission. The leaders told her stories and she listened patiently to their tales, though she was anxious to get on with her tasks so that she could leave this cold and desolate part of Middle Earth as soon as possible. She was then sent to Pynti-peldot to seek out Esko, who eyed Pareth with doubt and suspicion.

Finally, Esko finished speaking and requested that Pareth travel to the Angmarim camps near the Ironspan to find evidence of the Jewel of Ice, and so Pareth left the warmth of the camp fires and travelled in the bitter cold until she found the encampment of the evil Angmarim. She slew many Angmarim in the following days, until she finally found the Angmarim orders that contained information about when and where the Jewel of Ice would be brought to Forochel.

Weary and bitterly cold, she brought the orders back to Esko, who said, “Our people will consider your request to side with the Free People’s of the southern regions if you could re-claim this jewel for us.” And Pareth, when she was rested and warm again, set out once more to find the Jewel of Ice. She was told to look for an Angmarim captain by the name of Roibeard.

When she arrived at the Ironspan, it was quiet – almost too quiet. The place seemed deserted, so Pareth began her search for Roibeard. She soon sensed the presence of evil as she approached the fortress. She was quiet and crept closer until she saw him, alone but heavily armed. She readied her bow, and aimed. She prayed that her aim was accurate for she did not want to miss. She needed to kill this captain fast, or he would surely kill her. She let her arrows fly: one, two, three, in quick succession. Roibeard let out a piercing cry but he did not fall. Instead he ran towards her, and there was murder in his eyes.

Out from nowhere, she heard a fierce battle cry. Pareth turned around and saw a man running towards her swiftly. She recognized his captain’s gear, for he was a friend and companion by the name of Devonal. He smiled at her grimly and shouted “Let’s get him, Pareth!” and attacked Roibeard.

Pareth shot another arrow, this time aiming for the Angmarim’s heart. He fell, but not before he cursed her and his evil words would haunt her for many weeks afterwords. Pareth thanked Devonal for his assistance, for Roibeard may have defeated her if he hadn’t come to her aid when he did.

Pareth then reclaimed the Jewel of Ice and returned it to Esko. Once the Lossoth heard the news of her brave deeds against the Angmarim, they never doubted her again. In fact, a feast was held in her honour at the Great Lodge in Suri-kyla.

Though Pareth was vindicated, she still wanted to leave Forochel. So she thanked the Lossoth leaders for their hospitality, and she left Forochel, riding out with Devonal to the Evendim pass. Devonal turned back towards Forochel, for he had other business there, and he saluted Pareth. “Until we meet again, Pareth of Gondor. Keep safe!” Pareth nodded and waved to her friend, and she breathed in the warmer air of Evendim. “It almost feels like summer”, thought Pareth, and she felt a new excitement as she road towards Ost Forod, leaving the icy perils behind her with no regrets whatsoever.

The Last Battle at the Ford of Bruinen

Posted By on April 7, 2011


Holidays seldom last very long – certainly not in these dark times in Middle Earth, so Tearose was resigned when she received word from an Elven messenger, that Elrohir and Elladan, the sons of Elrond of Rivendell, requested her assistance at the Ford of Bruinen. Word had reached Rivendell that the enemy was spotted at the banks of the Bruinen and so preparations were made for battle.

It would take quite some time for Tearose to get to the Ford from Ered Luin, so she sent word that she would depart immediately. Tearose felt anxious right away. She didn’t want to fight anymore yet she could not let Elrond down. He had been so kind and understanding to her when she asked to be relieved of her duties in Moria. So she made a decision that after this battle at the Ford of Bruinen, she would fight no more, unless her life in the Shire was threatened. She would travel no further than Bree, for she was weary of traveling, too, if the truth be told.

Tearose laughed to herself. “All my life I wanted adventure. Now that I’m in the middle of all these adventures, I just want peace and quiet. It’s funny how sometimes what seems exciting isn’t that great after all.”

At the Ford of Bruinen, Elrond’s sons welcomed Tearose and Tearose’s companion, Madeleine. Madeleine, a stalwart herbalist from Breeland, was sent to accompany Tearose and to watch over her. For Elrond knew Tearose was hurt in the past far more than she was willing to admit, and Madeleine’s skill as a healer and boundless energy was exactly what she needed.

Together, Tearose, Madeleine, Elrohir, and Elladan, as well as a whole army of highly-skilled archers from Rivendell, fought long and hard that day in the Ford. And when it was all over, Tearose received praise from the princes and all the Elven warriors. Madeleine was thanked for helping to keep them all alive, for she had prepared strong healing draughts for everyone to the surprise of the Elves, for her duty was only to take care of Tearose. Madeleine was a generous sort, though, so she humbly accepted their thanks, and prepared hers and Tearose’s packs for the long journey back to the Shire.

Tearose hugged Elrohir and Elladan, and they smiled kindly at her and said “Rivendell will long remember those who came to her aid in her time of greatest need. Your deeds shall not soon be forgotten.”

Tearose bowed and replied: “Please give my regards to your father and tell him that Tearose Underhill of the Shire shall battle no more, unless trouble comes to her in the Shire. For I am weary of battle and my hurts have plagued me since Moria, as your father knows. My heart will always remain with the brave warriors I have come to know and fight with, and I have complete faith that someday the enemy will fall – when, I do not know. But I do know that the time will come when all of this will seem like a distant memory. For it is said that good always prevails against evil, and it is that thought which I hold onto. Namárië, Elrohir and Elladan.”

And the Elven princes and their army of archers saluted Tearose, and she and her companion departed in silence. Tearose sighed. It was a long way back to the Shire. Maybe she would stop in at the Prancing Pony for a visit with her cousins. After all, there was nothing like a good gossip session with hobbit family along with a few flagons of fine red wine, was there?