Linglorel

The place was strange, eerie. The sun was just rising, a hint of light coming from just beyond the horizon. The sky, where it was visible through the branches, was a deep blue. Slowly spring was turning into summer.

They say that to live is just the same as to love...

Love can never be stopped by anyone.

Ever since the day all of the stars were born...

Love was, so gently, born into our hearts.

Oropher, who later became the king of Woodland Realm, had come among the forest folk with only a handful of Sindar, and they were soon merged with the Silvan Elves, adopting their language and taking names of Silvan form and style. This they did deliberately; for they came from Doriath after its ruin and had no desire to leave Middle-earth.

They are to set out at dawn,

leaving the fair Rivendell.

And their fellowship include all peoples –

The Dwarves of Othrikar swiftly gathered to meet the approaching threat. An elven huntress stood beside their archers on the walls, and Thordralin, Frimsi, and the Halfling Passerose joined the defense of the gate. All of them rallied in uncommon unity against the threat. They gathered, secure within the walls, and awaited for a command to attack.

Azaghâlbad’s log: 22nd of ‘Afkalm

Azaghâlbad’s log: 18th of ‘Afkalm

They traveled a long time, a Elf, a Dwarf and a Halfling. Through barren wastelands of Lone Lands, full of ruins from the distant past. Through green forests, wild and untamed. Human settlements seemed lively and very crowded to Linglorel, and the lands inhabited by the halflings were full of joy. Hobbits love living the simple life. It’s relaxing – who wouldn’t love that? Mortals... so dynamic and expanding. And so, they rode across the gently rolling hills, ten or twelve leagues a day.