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Brasseniel

Misty Mountains Collage

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Artwork: Artscreen

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Inside, Outside

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He glanced at the slumbering figures again. The moonlight was not bright enough through the clouds to show the disappointment on his face.

Brasseniel by the Campfire

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Artwork: Drawing
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me, Barangolf's player

Breakfast Around the Campfire

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"You know who has been having all the fun? Dolthafaer and his scouts. They found a giant."

- Brasseniel

The Warmth of Laughter

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                                      A gathering by the fire. 

Unable to rest, Barangolf and Tinurendis' chat around the fire turns into a silly, impromptu poetry party. They are joined by Brasseniel and Luthelian of Vanimar whose good company left them with uplifted hearts and their anxieties quelled. For the first time since arriving in Imladris, they felt like themselves again.

Woodland (Triolet)

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I failed to capture Luthelian's poem via screenshots so here it is:

 

Sunrays are slanting through the trees
While the sweet tiny bluebells sway
In sweet summertime's blowing breeze
Sunrays are slanting through the trees
While the sweet tiny bluebells sway
In the warmth of the tender day
Sunrays are slanting through the trees
While the sweet tiny bluebells sway


"My father used to recite that one from time to time. When we would go out on patrols in the summer."

My Sheep is Being Sheepish

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Brasseniel's contribution to the wood-elf poetry

Springtime Is the Season

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well I didn't get Brasseniel in the shot but she was there so she's tagged anyway. More of the wood-elve's poetry

Happy Yellow Bumblebee

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Working Hard, or Hardly Working?

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Not a trace was left of the scout that disappeared, except a few drops of blood on the snow.

A hasty answer was, therefore, required to this urgent message. Lord Ambassador Parnard leaned back in his chair and gazed up at the ceiling for several minutes before reading the message again. He liked to avoid hasty answers whenever he could: they often resulted in errors of judgment.

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