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Autumn leaves

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Artwork: Drawing

When you knew that it was over were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair 

(and now you also have that song in your head)

Nimlith dancing in the autumn winds.

Ballpoint pen, paper and some overused Photoshop brushes.

Wilderness Appreciation Day #14

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Screenshot: Event screen

Miji and Nimlith performing a song at the Wilderness Appreciation Day on Weathertop. 

Corrupted

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Story

As soon as Nimlith entered the room, Eglanel could see by her grave expression that his hope had been unfounded. He tensed, waiting for the healer to speak.
"I am sorry. I bring no good news."
"Tell me."
Nimlith nodded, looked down.
"I examined your sister, her scars... they speak of evil things and corruption. Things I cannot name, down in the fires of Khazad-Dûm..."
She spoke on lowly, aware to be the bearer of bad news.

Somewhere in Eregion

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Story

A flock of crows circled the sky overhead.
Looking up at them from her hiding place under the hazel bushes shielding the hillside from unfriendly eyes, the elf frowned. Spies... searching, circling. For whom or what?

Curuglad

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Story

((Another tale from Nimlith's past.))

Tasarin and Curugladiel

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Artwork: Drawing
A scene from Nimlith's past: Curuni Tasarin and her student Curugladiel sitting at a spring, discussing the future. (Read the story here)

White Ash, part 2

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Artwork: Drawing
The story of Nimlith. Context is here. Page 1 is here.

White Ash, part 1

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Artwork: Drawing
The story of Nimlith. Context is here. Page 2 is here.

Tasarin

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Story
Night was falling as she returned to the village. Looking up to the flets above, she smiled - a casual traveller would not have noticed a village, so hidden were the flets in the great boughs of the trees, so similar their forms to the natural shapes of the forest. Yet an Elf could detect the traces of civilisation - plants groomed to their best effect, nature rich with the blossoming that only the love of the Elves brings to a place.

Chronicles of Gwenbur: Entry 11

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Diary
What an eventful past few months indeed. For starters, I ended up marrying a dear friend of mine; Cirdu Adunor of Gondor. I have known him long and find him to be kind and always there for me. Since the passing of my late husband, we have spent more time together than usual. Others may perceive Cirdu as a shady character of sorts, however he is far from it. Once you get to know him, he is friendly and rather funny.

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