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

Council in the Flets of Lothlorien

Posted By on December 10, 2010


The Galadhrim of Lothlorien held council with the Malledhrim and the Elves of Rivendell. Their council lasted many hours and the purpose of it was to choose which of the brave warriors, who chose to assist the elves in their mission to erradicate the evil from Middle Earth, would be given the honoury title of Ambassador to the Elves. All who were honoured, and there were many, were also awarded a gift of a prized steed.

Pareth of Gondor and several of her companions had earned the honour of all the Elves of Middle Earth and they were treated with the utmost respect. Indeed, many of the Elves were preparing to leave and sail into the West, but still quite a few had chosen to remain behind and assist the Free Peoples of Middle Earth, for Sauron’s armies had grown and soon all the world would be in darkness, if they didn’t all band together for the common good of all.

After the council, there was one day of feasting and after that preparations were made to attack the enemies who had invaded Mirkwood again. For although many battles had been waged there already, Sauron’s evil Nazgul dispatched more armies of orcs to the areas in and around Dol Guldur.

The evil leaders in Dol Guldur would soon be defeated by the Elves and all those who chose to assist them. That was the plan though it took longer then they had hoped and at a very steep cost, for many brave souls lost their lives in Mirkwood that year. Lothlorien was protected, as was Rivendell, though many elves would never return to either haven. War had made all the remaining elves very sad but it did not diminish their strength or their resolve. They would preservere to the end.

The Defeat of Heilun-Brenin

Posted By on November 28, 2010


The clans of the Algraig in Enedwaith were being constantly harassed by the brenin of the Draig-luth so Pareth volunteered to confront the Heilun-Brenin and his guards.

Thror’s Coomb was filled with many evil men and travelling to village of Gwal Draig was treacherous. Many times Pareth was forced to dismount her grey horse and travel on foot to try to sneak into the village unnoticed, but the guards spotted her and attacked with a fury that almost bested her.

But Pareth was a strong fighter, and she was quick with her bow and loosed her light oil-tipped arrows swiftly, blinding the men who sought to kill her. Each time she temporarily blinded the enemy, she gained the advantage and was able to defeat them – one by one.

The leader, the Heilun-Brenin, no longer had any guards to protect him, yet he still arrogantly taunted Pareth and she stunned him with a deadly arrow that pierced his heart. He let out a fierce cry and continued to attack Pareth, but he was weakened, and so Pareth slew him with her sword.

When she returned to Gronu of the Alraig, his brusque manner towards her changed to one of undisguised awe, for few women in these lands took part in battles. Yet here was this lone huntress who slew many of his enemies and appeared virtually unscathed.

“My people will forever be in your debt, Pareth of Gondor!” Gronu said. “You shall always be welcomed by my people, and that is rare indeed, for we distrust most strangers. Thank you for your help.”

After a brief rest, Pareth travelled to Maur Tulhau, for the hobbits of that village had been expecting her return. Pareth was looking forward to a great feast with her little friends. And so she feasted with hobbits and after she was taken to her lodgings, she fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

Elven Vigil in the West

Posted By on November 16, 2010


Ruthorwen of Lindon spent most of her time close to the waters surrounding Falathlorn in Ered Luin. She longed for the sea and was a reluctant volunteer Elven warrior, whose skill with both dagger and sword were impressive, for one so fair and quiet.

For Ruthorwen was an Elven princess and though she could command attention, she chose not to, and was one of few words. She spent much time alone, for many of her kin were put off by her aloofness. But if the truth be told, Ruthorwen was far from aloof. She was struggling to stay strong, for she could sense the incoming doom of war. She could smell death coming from the East. And she feared for all the peoples of Middle Earth.

Ruthorwen’s present task was to gather herbs for a potion to cleanse the befouled Elven sanctuaries in Falathlorn. Even in the far West, the enemy had made it’s presence known. Goblins prowled the countryside and groups of them set up camps in the local vineyards and surrounding areas. Wolves and wild boar were plentiful, and they were maddened and dangerous.

This was supposed to be a time of gathering the harvest to prepare for winter but instead, everyone was preparing for war. The Elves were ready and Ruthorwen, a champion from Lindon, accepted her role as defender of the West, and spent many months “cleansing” the countryside. She didn’t know it yet, but her fate would take her further East closer to the enemies leaders.

Such was the fate of many Elven warriors who remained in Middle Earth during that time. They went where they were needed most, without question, without fail, but until they were summoned, they remained ever vigilant in the West.