Perhaps I should start from the beginning. Many years ago, one of our captains — a man by the name of Golodir — desired to enter the realm of Angmar, for he had heard rumour that the descendants of the ancient Hillmen of Rhudaur had made for themselves a home there and began again to multiply. He suspected also that a shadow had come again unto Carn Dûm, for fell creatures began to spread southward into the North Downs.
‘Aragorn forbade any to go there, for that land still had an ill-name, though it has been barren for hundreds of years. Nevertheless, Golodir gathered those who would go with him and passed out of our memory — until a few weeks ago. A wounded falcon arrived, bearing a message from Corunir, one of Golodir’s company, stating that he has been dwelling at a place called Aughaire, a village of the Hillmen somewhere north of Ram Dúath
We are to travel to Aughaire and speak with Corunir.
Angmar is a very bleak, grey and dark land, a stark contrast to the rolling hills and lush grasslands of the North Downs. We found friendly faces along the journey fortunately, an encampment of the Earth-kin where we stopped for a while.
We found Corunir in Aughaire, he was extremely grateful that some assistance had arrived for he is gravely worried about the preparations being made in Angmar:
These good people are beset on all sides by the tyrants of Angmar, who now gather a mighty army to march south and crush the elves and Gondor between their hammer and the anvil of Mordor. Time grows short, and we must act quickly if we are to hinder the Shadow of Angmar.
Perhaps I should tell you somewhat of our long story. When we first came unto Aughaire, the Hillmen were suspicious of us, but not overtly hostile. Golodir quickly earned respect, for he was a great captain among us and was able to inspire heart. We leaned that the Hillmen were under the oppression of a remnant of Angmar that had returned to Carn Dûm from over the Misty Mountains…but worse, a sorceror much likened to the Witch-king of old had also come to the evil city.
The Hillmen called this sorcerer “The False King”, for they knew well that the Witch-king himself could never return to Angmar. Golodir determined that this Steward of Angmar had to be stopped before he could gather strength in the North. He gathered together as many of the Hillmen as would follow him and journeyed east with the rest of our companions, believing that Angmar was not yet strong enough to withstand a united front. I was left behind to take word to Esteldín in the event the expedition failed…which it did.