#agamarth

Idhrien leaps to steady him. "Tirnel, Tirnel, here, sit down!" she exclaims, directing the man onto a small bench by the door. If whatever they have seen has shaken her, she hardly shows it now, but her complexion begins to match Tirnel's ghost-white colour.

"It's nearly all the way through," she mutters. "I can't reattach it, that's beyond anyone's skill. It needs to be amputated—"

The Grey Company sets out from Rivendell.

Rest in Peace, Pîn...

Where now are the Dúnedain, Elessar, Elessar? Why do thy kinsfolk wander afar? Near is the hour when the Lost should come forth, And the Grey Company ride from the North. But dark is the path appointed for thee: The Dead watch the road that leads to the Sea.

Please accept this humble offering of: 1 wet rag of a man with his adopted cat Fox.

A couple sketches of Idhrien, most of when I was figuring out her character design (so not super consistent).

Idi comes to Towerglan.

The Wilderness* Is A Cruel Master

Wilkin Tibbett is but fifteen years old when his father is found at the foot of a cliff, dead from a fall. The smell of alcohol is strong. The Bree-folk wonder; what has been the cause of his demise? Considering the tool-maker's erratic nature, was it an accident, or was it self-inflicted? As if to silence these rumours, John Tibbett is buried quickly and privately. Only the nearest family and a few close customers are present; and so everyone is surprised when a number of strange, grey-clad men emerge from the bushes. Wilkin has never seen them before; but he hears the others whisper. Rangers, they murmur in antipathy. Dúnedain. What does this reclusive folk want with his family?

One of them, a tall, kingly looking man, takes his mother aside. They exchange quiet words, and not soon after, she packs her two children up and follows the rangers into a hidden settlement between the rivers Loudwater and Hoarwell. It is here that the young lad is confronted with the truth of his heritage: through his veins runs the blood of the Dúnedain, the noble men of Westernesse. Right away, he is accepted as one of their own, and agrees to be trained in their ways to become, as them, a silent and invisible protector of Eriador. Tirirandir, he is now called; the wandering watcher.