Lastor strode through the grand halls of Rivendell, his eyes scanning the ancient tapestries that adorned the walls. The whispers of the elves echoed through the corridors as he approached the library of Master Elrond. He had received special permission from the lord of the house to delve into the tomes of the ancients, seeking knowledge of the lost lands of Arnor and Cardolan. His tall frame filled the archway as he stepped into the dimly lit room, the aroma of aged parchment and dust filling his nose.
Notice: With the Laurelin server shutting down, our website will soon reflect the Meriadoc name. You can still use the usual URL, or visit us at https://meriadocarchives.org/






