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This Chronicle is supervised by my character, Valindal Telrunya - The Grey Warden.
This withered, grey leather journal is the personal thought and feelings of the events and on goings of Middle Earth, through the eyes of the Grey Warden.
"When I felt all of the strength leave me, and I fell to my knees on hearing the news, I wanted to cry but instead everything inside of me screamed for just one more day, one more hour, one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more moment and one more chance..."
Well what have we here little one? A journal of sorts? Perhaps I should not have read this, but it was left lying in a drawer, under your clothing, I can not see why any objection would be raised?
I woke this morning to a breeze on my face and a sound I did not recognize. Someone very precious to me left you a gift, a wooden windmill. Carved by his own hand, for he is a skilled bowyer. I peered into your crib and you lay watching the wands turn and turn.