Arthier was the son of a wealthy merchant, traveling from place to place, as his family traveled he met a various amount of people. He began to learn various instruments from the people he met, but he was never good at writing stories. Until one day, when he was wandering the forest near the town of staddle, he witnessed two hobbits being attacked and captured. All he remembered after that was being knocked out and awoke to the sound of a burning building. The only escape was from a burnt wooden fence, though he did get scorched he found his  way to bree, poor and alone.

Arthier soon found the prancing pony after  a day or two of wondering the outside parts of bree, all he owned was a small stack of coins , hardly enough for a meal and a nights stay at the inn, and a wonderful oak harp he made by hand. Unfortunetly the harp was somewhat damaged but playable none the less. as he stepped in from the cold he could feel his dread and sadness pass from the warm fire. He made his way to the glowing fireplace and found a stool nearby. Sitting himself down he began to strum a soft note for all to hear. His playing soon grabbed the attention of the crowd, once he noticed he had their attention he began to sing a song of a hunter orphaned and after that of a champion from gondor trying to defend a city under siege. the stories began to stir the hearts of those who heard the tales to want to fight, cry, and dance with excitement. Out of habit while playing he kept his hat at his feet after playing noticed a few shiny gold coins in his hat. after collecting his “payment” he noticed a minstrel in a red outfit, black boots, and a brimmed hat with a big feather on the top.

He smiled  and said ”hello” he said to the minstrel as she approached. “Hail good minstrel, what is your name?” was the reply. “My name is arthier, and what is yours? i would like to address you properly”; the other minstrel smiled at arthier’s personality and was going to tell him wither he asked her or not. “I am aradwen and i have come looking for recruits for my kinship and was wondering if you would be interested” “i would but don’t you need some special invitation in?” Arthier replied. “Silly” replied aradwen with a smile “i just did, go to staddle by tomorrow night and meet a friend of mine there, a hunter by the name of sulben he will help you get in” after she said what she wanted she left, leaving arthier to himself to think about joining a group of strangers he never knew. the thought of a life of adventure sounded great to him.

As he began to gather his things and head out he thought he saw a shadow move in the dark part of the inn, but he didn’t give any notice to the man in the back of the room watching his every move. as he began to step out into the cold and make his way to a shop for some supplies the shadowy figure slipped out the door quietly after him.

  Hi everyone on mylotro, i wanted to let you all know that i have secretly been playing a hunter on landroval trying to learn more about role playing and story telling, i have really enjoyed landroval and the kinship i am in, and i think im going to stay and continue playing my hunter and role playing over there. 

  also i wanted to let you all know where i got the name from, when i was looking for a good sindarin name for my ledgendary wepaon on my champ i went with the name wind rider, and in sindarin wind rider is roughly sulben, i liked the name so i picked a hunter and went with that name thinking it was appropriate, and i hope it is, though he is from rohan i couldnt think of a name in their language so i chose to go with sindarin.

oh and one more thing, if you rate my posts, and you rate anything lower then a 3 can you please comment and tell me whats wrong with it? this way i know what to fix and change. (and you can still comment if you didnt rate or if you rated higher then a 3, infact i would like it if anyone could make a comment weither its good or bad, i want to know how well im doing for a first time writter.

      on a stormy night A minstrel walks into the prancing poney, and walks onto a stage on the back room. He begins to strum a tune that has never been heard before, the people of the inn begin to stare and gather around as the minstrel begins to tale a tale of a hunter and his wonderous adventures. “it was a night like this, when a child form rohan was left in the mountains, alone and freezing from the cold. no younger then the age of 8, the child was forced to survive with nothing more then a small sword and a pack of food.

    He wanderd for days and days, and when he slept, he would dream of a rider in black chasing him through the woods. When the rider came to near the child’s fear grew and more riders would show, but when he ran farther they would vanish…” the patrons at the inn stared at the story tell wanting more, the bard smiling at how well the story had gotten their attention he went on with the story ” the child wandered for a while longer, his food was running out and he knew he wouldnt live for very long if he didnt find some more food. as he walked to a hill in the path he found a camp, filled with short looking people, they where dwarfs the child had heard of them before, and hoped they where the friendly ones he heard about one time. 

    He tried to sneak into the camp when a cold blade came to his neck, “who are you?” said a voice behind him, the child was caught by a dwarf scout and now had to chose between fighting or telling him, sense he had nothing to lose the child replied ” i was abandoned a while ago, before i even had a name given to me” the dwarf looked at him with a pitiful look in his eyes “well then i guess yhat means you dont have a place to stay? maybe you can stay with us dwarfs for a while, if you wont mind it, maybe we can teach you how to survive when your old enough to go out on your own” the child gladly aggred to the offer, and was gladly accepted in the camp. the next day he waoke to a dwarf standing over him with a bow and quiver in his hand, the same dwarf who found him sneaking around yesturday. “time to practice” still trying to wake up he replied “practice what now?” having the bow handed to him the dwarf said “archery, you cant hunt if you dont know how to shoot a bow or if you dont have a bow, so here is one made just for you” the child got up and was led to a target, he was told how to set his arrow, aim and fire the arrow at the target. after five minutes of working on pulling the string he had let the arrow soar to the target and hit the mark right in the center his new dwarf friend laughed at the sight “well i have a name for you now, sense you seem to be doing well on fireing that bow i think we should call you something that would fit, how about sulben, yes it does sound like a nice name doenst it?” sulben liked the name and kept it, for the rest of the day, sulben worked hard on using the bow and meing acurate.

  The day after, he was shown what plants he could eat in the wild and which he could not eat. he stayed at the camp for 6 more years and one day as he was walking trough the camp he saw a dwarf rushing past him he decided to follow and see what the commotion was about, as he went to the leadership he had begun to hear them talking about goblins and of some expedition into a place called khazad dum. it seemed very interesting and after the dwarfs where done witht the meeting he talked to his old freind “would you like me to go on the search party to kahzad dum?” “no” replied the dwarf “your to young, and i need you to do something else for us, go and find some deer, the expedition will need some food if you could hunt some it will help us greatly” smiling “ok ill do that then” and off to the forest he went. while he was inside he kept hearing hoofs on the path sulben turned around to see a rider comming at him, racing right to him.

  As the sun began to set, an strange glow covered the vally of aughire. Sidarin steped inside a dimly lit tent and began to scan the interior looking for the one who summoned him to the creepy place. As he looked around he noticed in the corner his dwarf friend reading some book, the dwarf looked up with a look that told him that now was not the time for chatter but a time for business with a quick smile and the nod of his head indicating that the champion  was still welcome the dwarf went back to reading his book. From behind him came a voice ” come here young one we have much to discuss and not enough time to do so, my name is not important at this time, but before we begin, how is your hobbit friend?” With a look of confusion “he’s doing better, those wargs seemed to have stoped after he played dead i guess that saved him, he should be his regular pie loving self in the morining. But how did you know about him?” The stranger replied ” i came into the town right when it was attacked thats when i saw you, you see im looking for a great warrior to find an item that will help save eriador.”

“So you think im some great warrior is that it? the only great thing I have done is defend others and stand at the white towers fireing off arrows at charging enemies.”

   “What do you call the event last night?” the stranger  began to get impatient. “Heres the thing, that little battle last night was just the begining. The iron crown is gaining power and once its done here in angmar the whole land of eriador will be under its control and there is only one weapon to defeat the leader and i need yoiu to find it, the only way to find it though is to go towards the enemy in the north, it will not be easy to get there but, there is a camp, or so i heard, with the serviving rangers that came here years ago, they will help you find it.”

” ok when do i start on this grand adventure?”

“you need allies first, do you know of anyone to help?” he said

“yes i do” replied sidarin

“find them then return here, ill tell you more then”

    With that the man left, but stopped before reaching the tent door ” And before you ask, gondor is doing well dont worry about your home” then he left, sidarin was still in awe, then he noticed  that his cloak had a white tree on the back, he was from gondor also. As sidarin became lost in thought a voice came up from behind him. “so did you eat all the pies? or hiding them?” standing at the threshold was cynaith already recovered and ready for the next pie….i mean adventure. “Well pack your things, we  are going the long way to bree, through the shire” smiled sidarin.

  as they mounted thier horses and ponies. the fellowship set out for esteldin in the morning and making thier way later the day to evedim.  little did they know that a stranger was watching them and was following them to the lake.

hello everyone, i hope you liked ” a hobbits tale” and sorry its a bit off topic from the origonal story i have been writing. But i wanted to try and get a good back story and reason why a hobbit was just named cynaith, though it was kinda weak, i thought i did well for a story.

  I have more story lines and ideas to so ill start up with those soon.

also i wanted to get alittle more knowledge on rp so i started a fun little char on landroval named sulben (i think that means windrider in sindarin)  so say hi if you see me

  Like most stories this one begins with a “once upon a time” although the main charater isn’t a kight in shining armour, or a dragon, or a princess, this is a story about a hobbit. This isnt the story about that lucky hobbit who went on an adventure with 13 dwarfs and ticked a dragon and fought spiders and goblins. This hobbit was just your basic happy hobbit enjoying his life and working part time as a mail hobbit.

 one evining our hobbit, whos name was hamco because at birth the first thing he said was ham, hamco had been sent to find some hobbit in the town of men called archet. he never liked leaving the shire but work does pay for rent, and he knew the way well enough to not get horribly lost. But that night would be different then any other night, as he steped outside he saw a odd rider in black rusing past a lake. He followed him for a bit. when he tunred a cornor he  noticed that the rider was harrasing a bounder. he tried to hide but the bounder was presistant that the fallen tree wasnt the best place to hide, eventualy they found them selfs meeting up with the black rider again. they where saved by elves and a ranger, the ranger led him to archet where he meet his mail recipiant and meet a intresting burglar and lore master who told him of a world outside bree where there are dragons, gold, wars, and treasure. this sparked an feeling of excitement and need and want to go on an adventure.

  Hamco awoke the next morining staring at the sky, he got up and began to walk towards the hunting lodge in archet.  inside he met the burglar joshchris, they began talking about things and started to talk about hobbits and about their history in battles long ago,  after the talk it was getting late and hamco needed to get back to the shire. but as he steped outside a blade came right for him, luckly the blade only scared his face. hamco was unconsious untill the next morning where he awoke to the smell of burnt ash and the feel of rain on his face. no one was around but a few dead boodies, hamco grabbed a sword and began to explore, he reached the town to see the place in ruins, someone burned the whole town, and his friend joshchris was sitting on a rock wrapping his leg

“what happened?” he asked

“the town was attacked, so where you i saved your life after i heard the brighands comming”

“thanks for that, but why did they burn the town?”

” for some hobbit, i think it was the one you came to give that letter to”

 Hmaco was schocked at the news, and that day decided to not use his reall name so that the shire would be safe from enemies that could destory it if they knew where he came from

   hello fellow blogers, this past month or so i was on vacation so i havent had the time to write any new stories. Plus I think i have writers block, I will try  to post a new story evey other day. im trying to think of some new ideas so stay tuned.

  i realized something in my stories that doesnt make sense; i named a hobbit cynaith, its not a hobbit name (opps on my part as cynaith was a human warden i had) later today i will write a story explaining why a hobbit has a name like this and what his reall name is. so again stay tuned.

  the last story i wrote  might not have been great as the previous ones. Thats becasue i really had a hard time writting a story using angmar. Next month i will have sidarin going into moria and im excited to write about moria.

  Another thing, or reason is becasuse im writing my own book so i forgot about the mylotro site.

more stories, thoughts, and commetaries later today: stay tuned

 ”WARGS!!” “wargs are attacking… prepare for battle hillman!!” shouted someone in aughire, the howling sound was drawing closer to the island city.  ” watch your back” shouted mojirin running out of the tent, sidarin came running after him “if there are wargs then there are orcs also” said the mysterious hunter.  Sidarins wish came true, he wanted something to happen and now he was under attack. Out of nowhere a white greyish streak came charging at his side, sidarin spun around with his blade to make a strike. His blade came slashing against a wargnearly slicing the head in half. His other blade striked another warg right in the center of the eyes, both wargs dropped to the ground, sidarin’s senses became sharper, his fervour increasing, his rage boiling…

  Sidarin saw his friends about to be ambushed by a pack of wargs.  Sending out a battle cry, sidarincharged head on, running to the pack. As he drew closer he began to swing his blades towards the nearest warg his sword cutting into the back of one and the other sword slicing another warg at the gut.  He was getting closer to the main gathered pack of wargs, he jumped in the air swinging his blades at anything that would move. To any who saw this fight all they saw was a whirlwindof metal, an unmerciful  storm of blades, arrows, and fire. The group of adventurers where unrelenting against their foes.

  After the battle of wargs, and a quick pause, the ground began to shake. The sound of booming drums, and armour being clashed was heard off to the north. The battle wasn’t over, it had just began…  the group where the first to reach to northern pass staring out to the north they saw an army of orcs and trolls. Sidarin thought to him self “if I come out of this alive i will Be amazed.” The trolls came first, fully armoured but unaware  about what was going to happen next.

 As both forces began to charge against each other, both thinking that the other side would not be breathing after the this clash. Sidarinhappened to suddenly look east towards the night sky thinking that it would be his last look towards his once former home of gondor. he began to smile, the sky wasn’t as dark as when he last saw it, but was beginning to change from a dark navy color to an pinkish orange, the sun was rising. ” knock of the helmets, expose them to the light!” shouted sidarin as he turned around to shout at his allies. His luck began to change as both forces clashed together, a sound of metal rang through the hills. As the sun began to break the cloudy shroud blocking it, the trolls stoped suddenly as they turned to stone. The orc’s screamed at the sun cursing it, some ran while others stood their ground facing the charging wave of steel. The battle was ending swiftly as the forces of angmar fled from the battle ground.

  The aftermath of the fight was astonding as the village counted their losses, sidarin was resting on a rock looking at the sunrise, having a feeling to go back home and defend his own home. while lost in thought the elf hunter walked up to him “whats wrong?” he said snapping sidarin out of his world of thought. ” I miss gondor” he replied, ” i see” said the hunter, ” the west still needs people like you to stay and help here though, alot of the warriors that have come to help here are leaving, but soon they will be back in the war, there are rumors of war in mirkwood where i must go, but yet i want to help here”   sidarin said: ” if your people need you you should go, it would be the best i think”

“Ahhh, what  glorious battle” shouted mojirin who came up to the group.

“indeed, it was quite a fight” said the hunter

“I guess it is time for war, to carn dum then?” said sidarin

“then we should go, should we leave at dusk?”

“yes i think dusk will be fine” said sidarin turning to the hunter about to ask his opinion, to his surprize the hunter left leaving him and the dwarf all alone. “now where did that hobbit warden go?” said mojirin brining to sidarin’s attention that the hobbit cynaith had been absent from the fight.

 It had been three months sense sidarin arrived in bree land and was invited to join a kinship planning to fight off the spreading darkness. He had seen many things happen during his travels, from the dead living and walking around to gaunt lords raising a frozen dragon to life from the dead, from strange creatures living thousands of years corrupting swamps to seeing a city of goblins. Sidarin had seem things the guards of gondor only dreamed, and now, Standing in the center of a ranger stronghold. sidarin was preparing to fight in a war in a land he never knew.

  staring out of the ranger stronghold called esteldin sidarin reached the edge of the city and staring out at the wonderfulsunset, the sky began to turn into a shade of purple and orange he never saw before. he had a new horse, one that was better and swifter then his old one, he called him sulben (wind rider or close to it) a beautifull blood bay. Sidarin began to head east where some earth kin and wargs that had given him some trouble but after they saw that he could slice them in two they left him alone for the most part, we found what thought was a passage into  angmar but the path led to a den of worms, note that these aren’t your garden worms that come out when it rains and they are small and can be squished by stepping on them, no these where four legged fire breathing sharp teethed dragons!  he was in between a rock wall and  dragons and the chances of getting out where slim to none. But from out of nowhere sidarin heard a war cry “baruk khzad!”  from behind him a dwarf near by, standing by him was a hobbit througing a javelin to distract the horde of  dragons. During the fight sidarin had became unconsciousfrom a dragons tail. when he regained consciousness he noticed black marks all over the place from the worm’s fire, and the rune keepers spells.

“hello you must be sidarin, we where looking for you, you went the wrong way into angmar imsorry to say, but its a good thing we found you, you where about to be breakfast for those dragons” said the dwarf standing over him, he looked familar to sidarin almost as if sidarin had met this dwarf before the hobbit also looked familar.

” well thank you master dwarf, I’m sorry to sound rude but i didn’t get your names, and who do you know me?”

“sidarin its me!” said the hobbit while removing his hood from his head showing a cut at the forhead, ” cynaith do you remember? three months ago in bree?” the hobbit seemed taller then he was in bree, maybe because he wasnt wearing a helm then. he also seemed to look stronger in the arms, and he had a new shield. ” and this dwarf is the long lost brother to rinri our leader, his name is mojirin”

“well hello mojirin, nice to meet you, now about my first question…”

” wait!” whispered the dwarf staring to the north of him ” more dragons are comming we need to move from here we will lead you to aughire, its a bit safer there then here”

 After an hour or so they reached a little citty on islands, the water looked red and and even the dirt was in a hue  of red. When sidarin looked up he noticed that the sky wasn’t like the sky in other parts of the world. it almost looked like the skies of mordor. “this is an awfull looking place, familar though almost like the lands that are covered with the shadow of mordor” said siarin who looked east right when the sun began to rise past the mountian ridge, but the sun rise was not beautiful, but not hidious either. The sun rise was new to him the sky began to glow a shade of reddish orange and the whole land seemed to be in the same color as the sky in that instant. He was filled with wonder at how such a horrible land could have such beauty.  the fellowship ha dreached the island village of aughire later in the night and began to talk about plans to fight off the evil in angmar once and for all. the disscussion seemed to go on forever and as sidarin sat there listening he wished deep down that something would happen…..

 Arthwyr steped into the library of elrond now hardly noticing the silence now. he found the space where the book belonged and felt a shadow come up to him, “oh master elrond nice to see you this morining” ” morning? arhtwyr its the afternoon, and i have been looking for you, someone is here to talk to you about some thing very important” said elrond with a tone of surprised that the lore master lost track of time. “well its been kinda cold today winter is coming early  this year elrond, and would the person be named joshchris? because i was talking to him in the hall of fire this morning.”

“then you know about the war and what you must do?” replied elrond

“yes but i dont like it, and i dont even know if im ready for a fight.”

” you will be faced with troubles and dangers and see things you never imagined, youll need to pack these books while your adventuring” suddenly elrond grabbed three books out of one shelf and three under it. all tittled different things, about the language of animals, herbs, wounds and such.

 ”thank you i will study these” was arthwyr reply, ” but i have one more question, what are we fighting exactly? i thought the evil in the north was gone? didn’t it die ages ago in a great war?”

” It had”  replies elrond ” but with the witch king back the evil known as angmar has been reborn, the witch king has built an army, and with it the west will fall and sauron will be one step closer to controlling the world and destroying those that oppose him”

“well then i should get going its almost dark and joshchris is waiting i think” Arthwyr said his good byes and left the last homely house and went to the road where he saw joshchris talking to an elf who looked to be some sort of hunter. “Well hello arthwyr, this is my friend bajenbrimbor , he is a elf hunter and knows a faster way to bree then the road” the stranger seemed quiet for a momet as if thanking soon replying “yes if your ready we can begin”

  The journey was faster then arthwyr thought, though the trip was horrible, there was rain, and if it wasnt raining there would be mud puddles blocking some of the road they where taking, in two days they reached the last bridge and sat watching the sun rise over the mountains while eating breakfast, the view was wonderfull but something in the back of arthwyr’s mind made him worried of his fate when he reached bree land.