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Rivendell

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It was on a clear, starlit night that a rugged traveler, elf kind, once again entered into Imladris.

The East Porch

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Seeking solitude and the music of the water.

Apologetic

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Apologetic to a friend she had unintentionally wronged, Aurthiel decides to begin work on a special piece of jewelry for him. She holds up the larimar gem she has been working with for inspection...

Meeting Noldor in the Hall of Fire

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Olriandis meets for the first time Lord Tolmen and Lord Silwe and glad to see Elvealin again.

Articles Of The Dwarrow - Part 4 - Arrival Home

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At last we're here... home, sweet home.

The Ride of Eduwiges

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Eduwiges of Faldham was angry to the point of madness. She arose several hours before the dawning, saddled up Oenone and rode out of Rivendell at breakneck speed. She crossed the bridge and forced the watch to scatter as she thundered by. Sindarin curses littered her wake like hailstones on a tin roof.

Heading East

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The company depart east from the Trollshaws into Eregion, aiming to rest at Gwingris upon their arrival.

Sleeplessness

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a sequel to this story

Can’t Sleep

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It is not often that I get to take a long breath. A deep breath. Usually my breathing is marked by the dire straits of adrenaline in war, or by the choking pressure on my throat of pride and anger. For once, I can breathe freely, and all is well. The air in Imladris is fresh and without fear, and it is welcome in my lungs. 

Star Light

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I stare down at the ring on my finger. Unlike the traditions of Men, we bear our rings on our right index finger. This is the one time I am grateful that I bear arms with my left hand; there is less of a chance of me losing the ring whilst swinging a sword. (Though it is not as if I plan to bear arms again anytime soon). 

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