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The Shire

Green Plains of the Shire

Submitted by Eloenaduial on April 7th, 2017
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In the picture: E.A.'s father, Avaranguil, upon his return.

A View over the Shire

Submitted by Arenborne on March 4th, 2017
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Together Inayat and Arenborn look out over the Brandywine river to the Shire, planning an adventure to the lands of Halflings and to beyond.

Curiosity

Submitted by Rubydonna on August 7th, 2016
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Dancing!

Submitted by Rubydonna on August 7th, 2016
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These Bounder's can be very boisterous!

Submitted by Rubydonna on August 7th, 2016
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Peace of The Shire

Submitted by Rubydonna on August 7th, 2016
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What am I doing here?

Submitted by Numedal on February 8th, 2016
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On his way to the Blue Mountains Numedal visited Hobbiton. At first he was amazed by the way of life of the hobbits, but he could not understand how can they live without wearing any shoes! Strange folk indeed...

The Weeping Hobbit, Poetry From 1388-93, Poem Two: The Angered

Submitted by Dorso on December 26th, 2015
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“Who was it that turned them away? I will find he!

Who was it that turned them away? I will not let you be free!

I will hunt the cause of this departure with my greatest strength,

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The Weeping Hobbit, Poetry From 1388-93, Poem One: The Shocked

Submitted by Dorso on December 22nd, 2015
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“How can it be? For my love to die?

How can it be? And all I can do is mournfully sigh. 

I would have climbed a great hill or fend off many a shrew,

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The Private Journal of Piperel Fenflower: 10 Wintring

Submitted by Piperel on October 2nd, 2015
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It's been some time since I picked you up, journal. Don't be cross at me, I'm always busy with work. I cook from dawn to dusk for the company. I don't mind so much as I get breaks in between and my nights are free. I suppose I'm getting what I deserve, I through a fuss when Basaran hired a baker, taking offense that he did not like my bread but it was true, I needed help.

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