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The Feanorian Realms (RPG)
Not six years since the victory of The Glorious Battle the lands of the North began to quake, but smoke did not belch this time from Thangorodrim, and armies came not forth onto the plain in contest with Beleriand. Nonetheless Maedhros, standing high atop Himring, looked out in wariness to the plain of Lothlann, and the watchmen of Eithel Sirion in Hithlum grew uneasy. Therefore vigilant watch was kept across the the North, and as Autumn gave way to Winter more riders than usual were sent to venture the desolate plains spread wide before Angband, for it had been a wet Autumn and fogs did not relent.
"Yes, but you must also see it his way, Culfaron. I tell ye, and all who stand here now, that Morgoth will not strike suddenly out of the fogs. Nay contrary! More so than ever the going of our scouts will be unmarked—and so too will his it is true—but never could an army issue forth from Angband and set foot upon the plain of Ard-galen that we, small companies treading quietly some ways off, do not hear their clamour."
Cries of agreement went up outside the smithy. "Yea! Lord Maglor speaks truly and I would stake my Ring on it." Culfaron answered, and some laughter went up. "My son hunts now in the Greenwoods away south. I will ride to him ere long, so we may scout together in times to come." With that Culfaron bid them farewell.
He walked eastward along the foot of the hills. Built into the sides of them were many workshops and smithies. There were also great armouries build behind stone walls. Further east beyond most of the shops were the greater part of the dwellings of the people who lived in this area of the land. There were stone houses, some built into the hills and others near the base of them, and most of this was being fortified with the aid of Caranthir's folk. This is where a great number of craftsmen made their home.
There were also wood houses; flets and homes like cabins further off in the wooded areas and nearer to the land of Caranthir. It was here that most of the huntsmen and archers liked to dwell. And craftsman though he was, Culfaron also enjoyed the hunt, and though, of late, he worked his crafts more often than he worked his bow, he dwelt among the hunters because of the calm and quiet that it more frequently provided. Here, further from the plain and smithies, there were less hooves beating on the ground, less hammers falling, and the people were spread thinner.
At length Culfaron came to a place where a small footpath lead out away from the hills and into the forest. He followed this as it wound through the Sun-dappled sycamores whose autumn leaves fell, rustling through the forest floor on a chill breeze. As he went the Sun began to fall in the West, and the golden light turned to shadows. The forest thickened, the smell of breads filled the air when the occasional home was passed, and then at last near the bank of a stoney brook he reached the open door of his large cabin. A warm light glowed therein.
Feanorian Realms
Not six years since the victory of The Glorious Battle the lands of the North began to quake, but smoke did not belch this time from Thangorodrim, and armies came not forth onto the plain in contest with Beleriand. Nonetheless Maedhros, standing high atop Himring, looked out in wariness to the plain of Lothlann, and the watchmen of Eithel Sirion in Hithlum grew uneasy. Therefore vigilant watch was kept across the the North, and as Autumn gave way to Winter more riders than usual were sent to venture the desolate plains spread wide before Angband, for it had been a wet Autumn and fogs did not relent.
"Yes, but you must also see it his way, Culfaron. I tell ye, and all who stand here now, that Morgoth will not strike suddenly out of the fogs. Nay contrary! More so than ever the going of our scouts will be unmarked—and so too will his it is true—but never could an army issue forth from Angband and set foot upon the plain of Ard-galen that we, small companies treading quietly some ways off, do not hear their clamour."
Cries of agreement went up outside the smithy. "Yea! Lord Maglor speaks truly and I would stake my Ring on it." Culfaron answered, and some laughter went up. "My son hunts now in the Greenwoods away south. I will ride to him ere long, so we may scout together in times to come." With that Culfaron bid them farewell.
He walked eastward along the foot of the hills. Built into the sides of them were many workshops and smithies. There were also great armouries build behind stone walls. Further east beyond most of the shops were the greater part of the dwellings of the people who lived in this area of the land. There were stone houses, some built into the hills and others near the base of them, and most of this was being fortified with the aid of Caranthir's folk. This is where a great number of craftsmen made their home.
There were also wood houses; flets and homes like cabins further off in the wooded areas and nearer to the land of Caranthir. It was here that most of the huntsmen and archers liked to dwell. And craftsman though he was, Culfaron also enjoyed the hunt, and though, of late, he worked his crafts more often than he worked his bow, he dwelt among the hunters because of the calm and quiet that it more frequently provided. Here, further from the plain and smithies, there were less hooves beating on the ground, less hammers falling, and the people were spread thinner.
At length Culfaron came to a place where a small footpath lead out away from the hills and into the forest. He followed this as it wound through the Sun-dappled sycamores whose autumn leaves fell, rustling through the forest floor on a chill breeze. As he went the Sun began to fall in the West, and the golden light turned to shadows. The forest thickened, the smell of breads filled the air when the occasional home was passed, and then at last near the bank of a stoney brook he reached the open door of his large cabin. A warm light glowed therein.
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