Casual Stroll to Mordor

We have a brand new story submitted for us to share with the CSTM audience. This story is by Mericc of Nimrodel.

I was just a normal new captain, worrying about normal captain things like “oh I hope that soldier with the banner stops following me so that people think I can get friends that are the same level as me” and then something interesting happened. I received a quest to go to Aragorn in Bree.

The horde of goblins and orcs seemed endless. The company had been raised to fight off a small band of marauders. What they didn’t know was that the enemy numbered six times six dozen. The nine men fought bravely, and died bravely. All but one.

Twenty-four of Gondor’s newest young officers stand smartly at attention before the barracks in the first circle. A few of them are already sweating in the fresh morning light, though the air is still cool.

Kemendin of the Nimrodel server sent in this lovely poem to share entitled Lament for Edhelion. Enjoy!

Declassified report from the 17th Scout Unit, under the advisory command of Lord Elladan of the House of Elrond, yet authorized for independent ranging and errantry in the Untamed Lands.

Four grim faces greet Mablung and Ingold as they approach the rock cleft leading out of Henneth Annun’s caves. Anborn, Galenas, Damrod, and Remmirath stand in a line to the side of the entry, each face reflecting doomful resignation.

Here is the third chapter to DemureDiva’s “Resurrection Child”. If you missed the previous postings you can go back and read chapter 1, and chapter 2.

What’ll we call her?” Anborn asks, sitting up, then is immediately distracted again; the girl launches herself at him, squealing with delight. The boy giggles & falls back to the floor, catching her & lifting her above him to make her laugh.

Twenty years before Frodo leaves Bag End, a child is found in ashes by a Ranger of Ithilien. He saves her life. And she saves his whole company. The origin tale of one young freedom fighter.

After leaving his sister on the banks of the Brandywine, Dill had run through the dark of the night, darting from shadow to shadow, imagining goblin cries on every breath of wind.

Looking around the bank, now that it was decided that they would be attacking the goblin encampment, Beldrieth frowned.

Looking around the bank, now that it was decided that they would be attacking the goblin encampment, Beldrieth frowned.

Brassica tightened her grip on the knife hilt, and lifted it to strike at the hand that scrabbled at the riverbank, when a voice called softly from the darkness outside the halo of light and safety cast by her fire.

Brassica tightened her grip on the knife hilt, and lifted it to strike at the hand that scrabbled at the riverbank, when a voice called softly from the darkness outside the halo of light and safety cast by her fire.