Family

The feast was quite fulfilling, so was the rest. We went south, following one of the rivers which flowed into Eregion and the Trollshaws. From there I sent Varni and Alimaenda(both equally knowledgeable in herb-lore) into the forest(which was quite near the river) to gather herbs, spices, and other things that may prove fruitful. I was quite pleased when they returned, their bags were filled with various herbs, few spices, apples and other fruits.

I was fairly tired from yesterdays journel here, yet I am glad to be among the people I love and to have them safe. I spoke with Alimaenda on how Varni and Hrai were doing on their teachings, Varni was doing well in her tracking and archery and so on, while Hrai was proving rather difficult and instead sought to learn by reading of scrolls of other scholarly endveaors.

Below is a record of significant and important events that concern Sídhirien and Thandalagos' immediate friends and family, starting from the middle of the First Age all the way to present day.

First Age

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Finn was sitting opposite to Ford and staring at him in disbelief.

"You. Are. An. Idiot." He said, expression utterly livid with anger, hands thrown up in apparent dismay, "Really? You didn' ever stop to think, for one bloody second, about what Pa would think? Ma? You realize they've been worryin' about you and missin' you for a year? Really, Ford?"

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I.

A series of written thoughts stashed away in a box of parchment, written meticulously and precisely, as if the writer had taken great pains to make their handwriting as legible and clear as possible. This entry is written with a noticeable amount of introspection and jumbled thoughts piled one over the other, as if the author's feelings were very much in disarray.

The golden-tinged leaves of autumn rested in piles scattered around the central square of Combe, covering up the reddish-brown cobblestone with warm and earthy tones. Whenever the wind came and scraped across the top of the leafy surface, a few pieces of foliage were torn along and lost to the breeze, riding the gust out and settling in the little creases and folds of the clothes that the lumbering townsfolk were wearing.