Running. I had to keep running. I stopped to catch my breath at the clearing near a path, I looked back to see the once proud city Tyrn Gorthad turn into ash. My home was gone just like a arrow on a bowstring shooting toward a target. I watched my home Fornost burn so my family and I fled to Tyrn Gorthad, the capital of Cardolan. We were allies with Cardolan until the city fell apart. I saw smoke rise in the air above the buildings. I sat down on a log and thought what to do. No Eighteen year old should have to go through this. Especially if the girl once lived in the castle with her dad as king. I decided to try and find other dúnedain that escaped. I stood up and started to walk to the closest town. Maybe I could stock up on some supplies. I only had a few knives which I grabbed for my defense, a useless bow without arrows in my quiver and money in my pocket, and I intended to use it. My home was gone, but dúnedain are strong. We know how to survive when all hope is lost. I walked further down the path I was headed. I must reach and warn the town of Bree close by.
A/n:The picture above is the regions of Arnor
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The dúnedain ranger (a Lotr Fanfic)
FanfictionArnwen is a dúnedain ranger. She has been hiding from the darkness in the east. When news following sauron's death comes, she thought that would be it and peace was gained. She was wrong. When a new threat comes to middle-earth, it's up to her t...
