Book 3: Chapter 1 - Nightmares of Angmar
Posted: Wed May 09, 2018 6:10 pm
Rhudaur became a separate realm when Arnor was divided into three in 861 as a result of dissension among the sons of Eärendur. The line of Isildur did not long rule in Rhudaur, perishing soon after the division.
By Argeleb's reign in Arthedain, 1349-1356, "the Dúnedain were few, and power had been seized by an evil lord of the Hill-men, who was in secret league with Angmar. " It was after that described as being home to "evil spirits."
During the time of the Ring War, the area that had been the Kingdom of Rhudaur contained the Trollshaws, the Coldfells, and the Angle. Note that Rivendell, east of the Loudwater (Bruinen), would not be included, instead lying about ten miles from the border with Rhudaur.
RotK, Appendix A, I, iii, Eriador, Arnor, and the Heirs of Isildur
April 3rd, 2958, The Third Age of Middle-earth
Winter is past, spring races to these northern realms of Eriador. Long have you been idle, but you have been content as well. Time in the house of Elrond passes differently than in other places, and you could spend weeks simply sitting in the Hall of Fire listening to stories and songs and never grow bored. Even Halleth finds himself happy to be doing nothing within the valley of Imladris. It is the 'magic' of the vale that even he, who rails against hiding away, has taken comfort in this place. It is he however that first feels the stir of travel in his boots. Something in his nature perhaps, to not sit idle longer than necessary, calls to him. Yet even he would stay here and hide out from the world if not for the coming of change.
Hartley: The Hobbit finds that he is not the first hobbit to have come to Rivendell, that in fact the infamous Bilbo Baggins has been here before. This is a boon for the little master Hartley, for the elves treat him kindly, and the kitches are open to him at all hours of the day. It seems they know of not only second breakfast, but of elevenses, and more. He finds pipe weed, and a pipe not hard to come by, and one evening he even sits with a aged man in a grey cloak around the fire puffing and blowing smoke rings in the most delightful manner. The old man never gives him his name, but he is kind and friendly, and seems a friend of Elrond and the Rangers. That evening ended with the old man forgetting a small satchel he had with him. Hartley picked up the pack, meaning to return it, but never managed to find the gentleman. It was put in his room, quiet forgotten, and unexplored awaiting the return of its owner.
Telurin: The elves in Rivendell continue to leave these lands and seek the Grey Havens to the east ever leaving the shores of Middle-earth to seek out the Undying Lands in the Uttermost West. Even elves from the east of the mountains have made the journey, but in winter none travel. With the first hints of spring however a party comes up over the High Pass met by Elladan and Elrohir, the sons of Elrond. The company of elves are bedecked in gold and and silver linens and white gems. It doesn't take long to learn they are from Lothlorien, ambassadors sent by Celeborn and Galadriel. With them comes news and tiding of things that seem long ago and far away. Telruin learns news of Mirkwood and the Woodland Realm from them, of family and life in Wilderland. This breaks the spell of of the Valley over him, and the desire to venture in the wild place of the world comes back to him.
Halleth: The power of the valley of Imladris has its grip on the ranger, and even he begins to understand why so many stay here, for so long. Yet the struggle of his nature to not sit and be idle fights against the simple pleasures of this place. When the first spring rains begin, and the new moon rises over the Misty Mountains in the east it begins. At first it was just an uncomfortable night, the blankets too soft, the bed to lush; and it was passed off as a calling of the road. By the four night the uncomfortable dreams have turned to nightmares. A figure, pale and sickly wandering the lonely hills. Each night the dream was more vivid than the last, always a man wandering, pale and sickly among the hills. Behind him a great mountain range, and the rising moon coming up over them bathing everything in white and silver. A fire. A funeral pyre of silver flames consuming the rubble of a tower. Always the flames burning the man in the end before Halleth can see his face. This day however Halleth wakes with the eyes of Aravule gazing out of the flames.
By Argeleb's reign in Arthedain, 1349-1356, "the Dúnedain were few, and power had been seized by an evil lord of the Hill-men, who was in secret league with Angmar. " It was after that described as being home to "evil spirits."
During the time of the Ring War, the area that had been the Kingdom of Rhudaur contained the Trollshaws, the Coldfells, and the Angle. Note that Rivendell, east of the Loudwater (Bruinen), would not be included, instead lying about ten miles from the border with Rhudaur.
RotK, Appendix A, I, iii, Eriador, Arnor, and the Heirs of Isildur
April 3rd, 2958, The Third Age of Middle-earth
Winter is past, spring races to these northern realms of Eriador. Long have you been idle, but you have been content as well. Time in the house of Elrond passes differently than in other places, and you could spend weeks simply sitting in the Hall of Fire listening to stories and songs and never grow bored. Even Halleth finds himself happy to be doing nothing within the valley of Imladris. It is the 'magic' of the vale that even he, who rails against hiding away, has taken comfort in this place. It is he however that first feels the stir of travel in his boots. Something in his nature perhaps, to not sit idle longer than necessary, calls to him. Yet even he would stay here and hide out from the world if not for the coming of change.
Hartley: The Hobbit finds that he is not the first hobbit to have come to Rivendell, that in fact the infamous Bilbo Baggins has been here before. This is a boon for the little master Hartley, for the elves treat him kindly, and the kitches are open to him at all hours of the day. It seems they know of not only second breakfast, but of elevenses, and more. He finds pipe weed, and a pipe not hard to come by, and one evening he even sits with a aged man in a grey cloak around the fire puffing and blowing smoke rings in the most delightful manner. The old man never gives him his name, but he is kind and friendly, and seems a friend of Elrond and the Rangers. That evening ended with the old man forgetting a small satchel he had with him. Hartley picked up the pack, meaning to return it, but never managed to find the gentleman. It was put in his room, quiet forgotten, and unexplored awaiting the return of its owner.
Telurin: The elves in Rivendell continue to leave these lands and seek the Grey Havens to the east ever leaving the shores of Middle-earth to seek out the Undying Lands in the Uttermost West. Even elves from the east of the mountains have made the journey, but in winter none travel. With the first hints of spring however a party comes up over the High Pass met by Elladan and Elrohir, the sons of Elrond. The company of elves are bedecked in gold and and silver linens and white gems. It doesn't take long to learn they are from Lothlorien, ambassadors sent by Celeborn and Galadriel. With them comes news and tiding of things that seem long ago and far away. Telruin learns news of Mirkwood and the Woodland Realm from them, of family and life in Wilderland. This breaks the spell of of the Valley over him, and the desire to venture in the wild place of the world comes back to him.
Halleth: The power of the valley of Imladris has its grip on the ranger, and even he begins to understand why so many stay here, for so long. Yet the struggle of his nature to not sit and be idle fights against the simple pleasures of this place. When the first spring rains begin, and the new moon rises over the Misty Mountains in the east it begins. At first it was just an uncomfortable night, the blankets too soft, the bed to lush; and it was passed off as a calling of the road. By the four night the uncomfortable dreams have turned to nightmares. A figure, pale and sickly wandering the lonely hills. Each night the dream was more vivid than the last, always a man wandering, pale and sickly among the hills. Behind him a great mountain range, and the rising moon coming up over them bathing everything in white and silver. A fire. A funeral pyre of silver flames consuming the rubble of a tower. Always the flames burning the man in the end before Halleth can see his face. This day however Halleth wakes with the eyes of Aravule gazing out of the flames.