He sat at his old, carved wooden desk, a small elderly Hobbit snuggled in amongst bone-easing cushions. Pen in hand, he had been scribbling away in his neatest manner, carefully dipping his feathered pen (his father's, handed down to him,) in the ink pot, and blotted it so that it would not drip. He was a careful sort of Hobbit. He liked his home to be tidy, but lived in.
Laurelin Archives is MOVING!
Well, sort of— not exactly moving, but we’re growing! Laurelin Archives is extending its reach to include the Meriadoc server. This means that if you already have a character on Meriadoc, you’re now welcome to sign up with Laurelin Archives.
We deeply value the years of effort and dedication you’ve poured into your characters, and we’re committed to adapting quickly to ensure your hard work remains intact as we embrace this new chapter!
Thank you for all your support throughout the years & we are happy to hear of any suggestions you may bring forth!
"You can trust us to stick to you through thick and thin - to the bitter
end." -Meriadoc
The Shire
