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Return of the Swan, Part 1 "the Dream"

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Story

       "..Beyond all danger and cruelty of the world, Falathlorn was having a serene morning... Battles, fires and the darkness of the enemy were still far away. Goblins were pushed back to their holes long ago. Travellers and free peoples could be able to pass through the great eastern road without harassment. Awakening of evil in the east was a distant rumour, and the black riders were nothing more than a tale for its inhabitants.

 

Amorith's diary. page 10

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Diary

...It was him. My dear Lord Earinlin.
He told me our Tûr Veryacano had banned his decision, Earinlin was allowed to see me.. I nearly faint...
Five years of waiting was over.. I could not believe what he said.. I asked him over and over again. Is it true? 'Yes!' he said!
 
I felt this these joy overwhelm me.. I almost felt ill..I was trembling and I could not stop my tears.
 
The river Mitheithel  never looked so beautiful that night..The moon where like a shining gem..

Amorith's diary. page 7

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Diary

I wish that the road wasn't so windy with full of rocks.
For ten days and nights I have been on the road with the pouring rain my face. I know ways to protect me from the harsh wind from the north though, certain trees protect me from the worst. But soon the rain and the wind will change to snow and the biting cold wind will ease. That is a comforting thought though.
My trainer and teacher in Imladris has given me this last task to fulfill my training as Warden.

Amorith's poetry. Meadow breeze

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Poetry

Meadow breeze

((Melody:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wwIDPnEHGdY)

I see you, even if it's just a memory.
Your face, fades away,
I hear you, even if it's my imagination
your voice, far away.

Why did it happen to me
Time will not heal, seems to be my enemy.
How can I ever be free
Will this last, for all eternity.


I feel you, even if it's just the winds that blowing.
your touch, meadow breeze.
I miss you, can you hear the song, I'm singing to you
Listen, can you hear?

 

Anglachelm's Hall of Fire Speech

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Story

...I Anglachelm of Gondolin, In search of my sister and fate has ever been on my tail, had gone east some years ago. For those who were lucky to not hear the most disturbing of news, i apologise greatly now as they too will learn what happened.

My Lords and Ladies, we have been living in strange times. Neither the darkness have had a total victory on our light, nor the light of Valar could triumph over the darkness of Morgoth entirely.

Amorith and her mother Eovina

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Screenshot: General screen

A letter to Elorfin #5

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Story

Dear Father, Recent events in my life have taken their toll on me, through no bad intention I have badly let down my Lord Veryacano, a journey of great importance to him did not fair well and to a greater extent it was my own doing. I had pleaded with him that my intentions were motivated for the good nevertheless I have failed him. His anger has burned and now my punishment lingers..

The one whom I love Lady Amorith, I have been instructed for now not to see, my heart longs to see her but I must obey my Lord.

An Unexpected Gift: The Blessing of Life -- Part 1

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The moon was full and hung low in the sky the night Anglachelm left Falathorn. Ina watched it for long moments from her front garden, listening to the gentle sound of the river as it tumbled past her house. Somewhere, not yet too far, he was traveling under that same moon. The thought of that should bring her comfort, and maybe it would one day, but now. Not yet. Her grief was still to raw.

Amorith's diary. page 5

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Diary

I haven't been able to rest, my heart is not in peace, the whole night I have been walking in the fields in Imladris carrying a Lily.. I sung a song about hope and happiness, but my heart mourns and again the sadness has overwhelmed me.

Amorith's poetry. A touch of pink.

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Poetry

Summer is here.. and the trees blossoms.
Beautiful leaves falls to the ground..
The evening appears, and the sun goes down,
painting the sky with the color I love.
Barefoot I walk on the grass outside,
saffron flowers tickles my feets..
My hair is brushed by the wind in Imladris,
and butterflies caressing my cheeks..
A feeling inside me makes me blush and smile.
My heart is pounding when I recall his face..

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