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Galvathalion

Ever towards the brink of war..

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Diary

Time marches forward assuredly.. it does not relent for anyone.. all we can do is prepare and act in the times we have.. to make the most of what we have.. enjoy who we are with.. and cherish it.

The Mithdirith is ever busy, ‘the three’ as we call them (Alfiriel, Elvea and Hallothel) have now received their blues and very worthily so. Some more have yet to complete their training as of yet, but it progresses well none the less.

Onnad Lyth

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Screenshot: Event screen

Watching the Onnad Lyth ceremony in Duillond.

Down the Anduin

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Artwork: Drawing

The Elves send their spring blessings down the Anduin, welcoming the first blossom of the Leaves that fall and will be grown once more.

Artwork by me (I hate how faint the lines turned out though >.<).

Lost

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Story

 

Fire. Burnt wood, turned into charcoal in a blaze of energy. How it should have warmed, yet the flickering of the flames could not pry away the feeling of dread. The night over the once fruitful and lively land had come and gone, leaving its guests scurrying to prepare breakfast, feed the horses and plan for the morrow.

Stay in Rivendell - Day 1

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Diary

Dear Diary,

My recent experiences within Imladris have simply been marvelous. I am loving every single moment I spend here watching the trees, the birds, the nature, and generally everything. I feel more connected to the Earth within this place. I can feel how life pumps in everything within the Valley. I can fully appreciate nature now.

Journey to Rivendell - Day 3

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Diary

Dear Diary,

Elves! Real elves! Every single time my eyesight falls upon them, my breath is taken away!
Yes, I am in Rivendell now. I feel so puny and tiny compared to the mighty creatures. My fanciest dress is nothing in comparison to the fine Elven silk that Hîr Galvathalion has given me! Oh... there I go, rambling some small Sindarin words I've learned....

Autumn Ball of Vanimar

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Diary

The geese are departing from the north. From my single window I see the skeins in ragged formation arrow across the evening sky. Behind them the moon is newly risen - this season, this moon ... impossibly far away from this dark place, and what happens in this place, a great house is flooded with light and music.

Under the richly decorated ceilings,within the tree arbors festooned with lanterns, the brightest host is dancing. Maidens in gossamer dresses tip their faces up to radiant lords - shy, coy, merry, proud. The flower of elvendom gathered to celebrate autumn.

Calarind pilgrimage at an end

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Screenshot: Event screen

The house of Calarind looks towards the magnificent swan ship in the distance after a long pilgrimage through Ered Luin.

A pilgrimage

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The House of Calarind walks the first steps on a pilgrimage to Ered Luin.

Quiet words at Night

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Screenshot: General screen

The sharing of words at night.

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