Eleanias

The rich, warm soil parted as her hands worked through them. In the numerous holes she had made, there rested single seeds and saplings. Some of these she recognized from previous ages of gardening when passage into the Greenwood was easier. Others were products of change in time and land, unknown potentials waiting to bud. In Eliriael's eyes shined the full extent of the hope she had for these young plants.

Part One: http://laurelinarchives.org/node/36106

Part Two: http://laurelinarchives.org/node/36221

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“It's too hard! I can't do it!” Caethel wailed, almost overbalancing entirely. She stamped her foot on the ground, scowling at his serenity, arms crossed in front of her.

Part One: http://laurelinarchives.org/node/36106

This is written on two sheets of neatly folded parchment, sealed with a drop of brown wax imprinted with the head of an arrow on it. The handwriting is neat and precise, not in the slightest ornamental, though in some places it loses its crisp shape as if the writer's hand was fatigued. On the outside of the parchment is written the name of Lord Dolthafaer, to whom it is addressed.

To Lord Dolthafaer of the Order of the Arrow, Bar-en-Vanimar