Elvish Gathering

A large crowd of elves met within Rivendell Valley yestereve.

Gathering to share poetry, song and good conversation, the elves are said to have met within the Hall of Fire in the Last Homely House, abiding long into the small hours of the morning.

Whilst we are unable to give a first-hand account of the happenings at this time, we most certainly plan to do just that in future days as we have been assured that more gatherings of this nature are going to take place every wednesday from 7pm onwards.

Dwarves in Bree

The Dwarves of the Mithril Guard put on quite a show for the inhabitants of Bree last night.

The bearded folk staged their peaceful invasion in quite a spectacular fashion. Wearing matching habuerks of blue and gold, they filed into the confines of Bree in an orderly column, pausing briefly within the bounds of the West Gate to display their military discipline with a series of flawlessly executed about turns, weapons displays and push-ups!

They then proved their prowess in lung-capacity and endurance also by running a circuit between the West Gate and the Inn Gate and back before running further on to the courtyard of the Prancing Pony itself.

After another series of short theatrics, they once more ran toward the West Gate before circling back to pass the Prancing Pony and on towards the South Gate.

Their coming, their staying and their going, caused quite a stir of interest amongst the locals who sauntered along to watch, many of them running along behind to watch the entirety of the parade.

We here at the Herald salute our stout bretheren and, left with a feeling of awe at their procession, firmly believe that many of the Men within the city could learn a thing or two from watching the Mithril Guard in future!

A Call to Legs!

Lord Khyron Brightwood of Bree-land would wish it to be known that he is sending out a call for every able-bodied man and woman to come to the aid of Bree-land!

The call, heard by very few so far, seeks members of any or no kin who would be willing to join his Lordship on the battlefield in a homewrought militia to defend the lands and its peoples from all hostiles.

For more details, or even just to point and laugh at his silly hair, see Lord Khyron!

Flurry of Outrage

The controversial wedding of Gwenbur and Telfaras took place this last week.

Their nuptuals, viewed by many as defying the will of the Creator as well as their respective peoples, were attended by a few supporters of the move and a lot of people who sought free cake.
None of our reporters were willing to take part as guests in the proceedings, but we have reports that everything went smoothly and well for the highly unusual couple.

We here at the Herald wish to extend our congratulations to Gwenbur for her overcoming of the racial prejudice and deeply held suspicions and superstitions held by her folk, the Rohirrim, as well as her ability to finally follow through on a wedding after her rumoured third betrothal to as many males in as many months. Well done you!

We also wish to extend our sincere condolences to Telfaras for the simple fact that he will soon watch his wife wither away and crumble to dust before his very eyes, along with whatever offspring the happy couple produce. We don't envy you!

Contrary to popular belief, there has been no rioting in the streets over this, although it is still believed that the world may yet come to ruin through being shaken apart as the Creator turns angrily in his resting place. Be on the watch for earthquakes, plagues of giant toads, winged orcs and rising seas, people of Arda!
The apocalypse may have already begun: we have had reports that the ever-cheerful Cymaru of the Prancing Pony has recently been sighted sporting a frown!