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the old forest

Council in Bree-land

Submitted by Sigfread on January 17th, 2016
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After the threat of spiders kept increasing, Atharan went out to seek council amongst those who knew the forest like no other. 
The strange but kind Tom Bombadil offered his house so that Atharan could meet with the River maiden, Goldberry.
There she and him spoke for a long while on how to fend off the evil that has come from the weaver's den. 
It is threatening Buckland, and all of west Bree!

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Edain uin Forod

Entering the Old Forest

Submitted by Pycella on June 27th, 2015
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Ulenorn in Old Forest

Submitted by Renul on June 27th, 2014
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Renul or Ulenorn how he calls himself when he weilds his staff, scouting around the Old Forest, for rumours of large undead activity.

 

 

 

 

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Cleansing the wood..

Submitted by Istuir on September 13th, 2012
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Cleansing the wood.. of the vile brood..

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Loth-i-Lonnath

Venturing into The Old Forest; part I

Submitted by Nilawen on May 26th, 2012
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The door was as still.

It did not shift one bit, nor did anyone come inside. Quite an unusual fact for the Prancing Pony, taking in regard it was one of the few attractions found in Bree, if not the only one. Even stranger, one would think, since it was the rush hour. The inn was filled with the humming sound of speech, resembling a beehive. At least two dozens of travellers had walked through the threshold in the past hour, but now the doorknob seemed as if it had frozen in place for eternity.

Journal log 1, changes through Ennor.

Submitted by Tinnuvith on November 21st, 2010
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I have recently received this journal a long time ago as a sign of thanks from an old woman I have helped, now it felt like the time to use it...

Many moons have passed since my travels in Ennor have begun. Since I have left Gondor, my kingdom, where I grew up, since I journeyed to Eriador and put my blades and crafts to use there, since I begun fulfilling my role as a Ranger. 

the end of baby-season

Submitted by Ciryawen on October 18th, 2010
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Baby-season slows and my pack is lighter. The mothers and their newborns have exhausted most of my herbs and simples. I like the new life coming into the world bringing a wriggling, slippery hope. Yet  there comes a time, when my work is done, that I long to turn my back on the crowded little town, its noises and squabbles and pervading smell.

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