A chill wind blew from the north causing the Elf to pull her cloak tighter about her. Winter was long due in coming, and dark clouds overhead signaled the arrival of the first snow. Elentari looked not at the sky, but at the ground before her. Tracks - Spyder tracks. She didn't know why the spyders had left Mirkwood and headed to the Shire, but she knew she must stop them! She looked up and stopped. The Old Woord loomed only a mile away. So that is where the Spyders have gone, she thought. She was about to start toward the wood again, when she sure some figures walking close to the edge of it. No! she thought. Don't go in!
OCC: If you like this idea, but think it would do better as a proper RPG in Middle Earth, send me a PM and I'll do the proper game proposal and open it there.