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Over the Mountain and into the West
Cherth-e-Eryn Kinship Storyline | Laurelin
Two months have passed since Cherth-e-Eryn’s departure from the Greenwood; travelling swiftly, cautiously through the long and perilous road once used by the warriors of old. For some, this path would be reminiscent of Ages past, and others, a new route to a part of Arda yet to be seen by their own eyes. No doubt, for all, this was the direction of nothing but far, far away - from home, family, but certainly not danger. No, danger lurked and crept around every rock, stone, and tree; waiting, anticipating, scheming when it shall bestow upon the Cherth a terrible calamity.
At last, Cherth-e-Eryn had reached the Misty Mountains; “tall and terrible”, storytellers would say, “an endless trek through snow, bellowing winds and creatures unimaginable”, yet the wood-elves would not let such tales dampen their spirits. They would take the High Pass over, and make for Rivendell where the weary were always welcome under the roof of the Last Homely House. Only, had they known, that only a few, very, very few, would arrive to Imladris. Danger had struck.
Beyond the knowledge of the soldiers, Orcs had greatly multiplied in number, choosing the deeps of the mountains as their haunt. Ambush through ambush, Cherth-e-Eryn fought their way through Orc, goblins, and blizzards, hardly with a moment of rest. Little by little, their ranks thinned, and by the time the elves had seen the end of their journey, only a handful of fighters were left; others lost, or fallen. In great grief, what was left of the militia had settled in Lord Elrond’s land, soothing their aching souls and hearts and mending wounds. Today, they still wait, keeping and ever-watchful, hopeful eye for the return of their kin. For they know, that this is far from the end of their journey; but only the beginning.