When the Company of Thorin Oakenshield camped for a night in an abandoned farm house in Arnor, they didn't expect to run into trolls... or a farm girl with courage and heart and the strange ability to see things before they happen.
When the Company of Thorin Oakenshield camped for a night in an abandoned farm house in Arnor, they didn't expect to run into trolls... or a farm girl with courage and heart and the strange ability to see things before they happen.
"Someday you will return home too."
Reluctantly, she opened one of the heavy wooden chests. The lid creaked loudly as it flipped back.
A dusty cloak. Coins. Letters. Rusty nails.
At least a few usefu...