

Unfortunately, once I had arrived, I found that he was right. The mayor of Trestlebridge had recently been slain during an orc attack and his daughter, Nellie Boskins, had taken charge of the town. I explained to her what Halbarad had foreseen would take place in the North Downs and that all free peoples must rally together to save ourselves from a dark future.
Poor Nellie! I understood her argument. She had more immediate concerns with all the current attacks she faced and did not feel she could spare any aid for others what with all that she already had to deal with. No argument I made would persuade her, so I returned to Esteldin with ill tidings.
Halbarad met me as I entered the haven, saying he had just received word that a large orcish force marched toward Trestlebridge that very night! We scurried around the camp, quickly seeking those who would march with us to the village's defense!
We arrived just in time! Nellie thought it was just another trick until her own watchmen reported the mass of orcs that closed in upon the bridge. We held fast as wave after wave of orcs crashed upon us, nearly sweeping us away in a foul, black tide.





I did not let her see me, but ran back into town and bought the finest breads, meats, cheeses and wine I could find and afford and brought it all to her. When she saw what I had brought her, she thanked me for all I had done for her and the village. We both started to cry, smudging dust and dirt all over our faces, as we wiped our tears away. I kept watch with her until nightfall, when I knew I had to depart. I embraced her with all of my might and thanked her for being a true friend and for giving me someone to look to when I needed hope and inspiration.
With Light,
Kaleigh
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