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loss

A Vow of Silence

Submitted by Arenborne on November 27th, 2016
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Arenborne

This is the story of Arenborn, and his journeys through life.

Cowardice

Submitted by Cassiah on October 4th, 2016
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Gods, I'm such a coward.

A coward hiding under thick skin.

I saw him and bolted.

​What is it going to take?

To keep my sanity in tact?

Papa's forge

Submitted by Cassiah on September 13th, 2016
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​Cassie takes a walk to her Papa's forge. Remembering the days she would come by and talk to him as he worked.  He'd give her a smile and a comforting word when she was hurt. That comfort wouldn't be there anymore.

Lights of the Past; Darkness of the Present

Submitted by Undomion on December 3rd, 2015
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Undomion

Image: screenshots from ingame, edited by me

The events leading from Undómion's arrival to the Golden Wood and meeting his future wife Díllothwen, to the Last Alliance, the death of his beloved brother, and the challenges that followed from being struck blind.

My innermost thoughts, XIII. - Lost.

Submitted by Seaver on October 1st, 2015
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Diary

I am unable to sleep, I have not eaten. My only companion the whiskey gifted me by a friend, I have narrowed it down to one or two suspects. I see the look in her eyes, I can guess as to her thoughts though she does not speak of them. Pacing up and down of a night as she does in that farmhouse of hers. Will she back me?

An Ode To A Son

Submitted by Stigandir on July 24th, 2013
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Poetry

Stigandir isn't actually eloquent enough or even remotely the right kind of person to actually write something like this, but I feel it's a very good way to summarize some of his feelings.

I remember yet,
When you were but one summer old,
And how you would laugh and play,
Curious, you were, and oh so bold,
So joyous every day,

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Stolen Fatherhood

Diary page 4; Loss, Friends and Hope

Submitted by Threland on February 15th, 2013
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Diary

 

 

Diary.

 

This is my first time I’ve come home in days. Well, whatever this place is. I’ve moved twice so far. This time, I couldn’t bare the sight of it…

The Murder at Vale Manor

Submitted by Maxillion on July 16th, 2010
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Story

The day had been busy for Maxillion Vale, training at the barracks for hours before reporting for duty at The Fountain Court. His armoured uniform giving him the respect he deserved as well as keeping the young boys out of trouble so that one day they might be worthy of joining Gondor's Elite.

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