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Amlarad

kinswoman

Submitted by Olwing on July 6th, 2010
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We met a kinswoman of his in the pass. A fortunate encounter, he was unsure where the nomads were camped. She directed us down to the part- frozen lake, over a trail of ice-encased slithering stones. A broken arm itching to happen.

the lesser evil

Submitted by Azrudaur on July 5th, 2010
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I invite her to remove all her gear, to place it all on the table beside me. Her eyes widen as she realises I speak in her language. Well enough; though each slippery syllable is bitter in my mouth, thick as ashes. I am an erudite Man, not a slack jawed fool. She needs to understand.

Chronicle link: 
The King's Man and the Faithful

first night

Submitted by Olwing on July 2nd, 2010
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I am alive. Snow is not so bad. My first night, my first snow. Wolves in the wind, but nothing to truly disturb us. We camp in the high pass, on the snow itself. It is wetter than I thought, sticks to branches, falls with a heavy plop from the trees. The movement of the occasional bird sends it falling, like a rain of droppings, white and sticky.

copper topped trouble

Submitted by Olwing on June 28th, 2010
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Godrich will continue my work here, as I go northward. I am disappointed with Amlarad's disinterest in what I told him regarding the copper haired lass. Perhaps he was preoccupied with his 'test'. I do not know. I hope that I would put information that affected my land above some test. Perhaps these northerners are too proud to listen to any other than themselves.

trust

Submitted by Olwing on June 25th, 2010
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North then, and further north into the snow. I am unsure whether this is fear or excitement. Snow. I would go, even if I were alone. The work must be done.

I am glad I am not alone. One last check of gear, here at Ost Forod. I hope I have it all aright - I know about snow.. but I do not know it. Imagine being so cold... but I cannot imagine it. I am glad I am not alone. I have to trust that he will ensure I have what I need.

awake

Submitted by Olwing on June 17th, 2010
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I saw my sister running through the orange groves, the black braids in her hair bouncing up and down on her back, shrieking with laughter. As she ran past me she turned and smiled, her eyes full of life. I saw my own hand lift to wave at her, then watched them return to their work. Beneath my fingers I pulled free the constricting leather lacing holding the unkempt tail of hair, began patiently to untangle the dark strands flecked with silver.

Meeting at Weathertop

Submitted by Filrean on June 15th, 2010
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She set about collecting some wood for a small camp fire, having found an area to make it that would be sheilded from the edges of the mountaintop. Making ready a carcass of one of the Craban she had killed, she set it within the fire to cook. After a few moments she heard Amlarad's footsteps approaching, a huge feeling of emotion welled up inside her and she fought hard to contain it. Keeping her focus on the fire she barely looked up as he acknowledged her, instead she turned the meat by the fire so as not to let it burn.

choices

Submitted by Olwing on June 13th, 2010
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Preparations to be made. I left him scouring the refuge for whatever can be spared or bartered for. It is better so - I trust his judgement - what do I know about snow? Time too, for him to reflect upon the choice he has made ... or his victory... however he may see it.

salt

Submitted by Olwing on June 10th, 2010
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Oaths, vows, given-words, bindings. What is a true Man without them? They prove us, like yeast in the bread, we rise or fall without them. Shape us, like hard hands chipping stone, revealling the form hidden within. We do not know what we will become when we take them, how they will grow us -or stunt us.

Would he take an oath to Gondor? I told him to consider his response carefully. Was being oathsworn to Gondor a price he would pay to accompany me ? - for I will not risk a thing that is not mine.

blue lake

Submitted by Olwing on June 8th, 2010
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We huddle together as close as two babes in the same belly. The need is unspoken. We are Men - and whatever happened today, whatever force directed the waters - was not. We are Men, and for all our valour and our shining swords, we know when to find a fortress to shelter us from the unknown. A refuge of reality from which we can stare out at the world when it twists into an unknown shape around us. Here, no stone, nothing made by the hands of Men to seek a refuge in. Flesh then must do, and the solidity of bone, the regular familiar in and out of breathing to remind us that there is reality.

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