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Elves

A Hunt Ends, A Skirmish Begins

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Having followed the trace of an incomparable white stag, the company of friends reaches the borders of the Golden Wood, near Fanuidhol.

That is when they hear the sound of weapons and loud noises from afar.

The Lord Of The Forest

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Some say he is an illusion.

Some say he is real.

Some claim to have seen him.

A Barking Creator of Headache

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An ongoing hunt within Lórien.

Farothir the hound, barking and not following the orders of his new supposed master Raolor who gets close to a beginning headache.

Dark Dreams In A Golden Wood

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Story

 

To Lake Evendim

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This chronicle is OOC managed by the members of Vinyalondë

Content pertaining to the journey from Ered Luin to Lake Evendim organized by Glorendir.

Passing the Bridge

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Angollon and Todsi crossing the bridge to get to the Shire.

A Rainbow in the Shire

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A beautiful Rainbow to fill the spirits of the Dwarf Caravan right up!

From Blue Mountains to Erebor

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Todsi

The brave and utterly dangerous adventures of the Caravan, which goes to Erebor from the Blue Mountains. Through perilous obstructions of enemies, nature, and the like, this Caravan knows no limit, for they will continue traveling regardless of danger!

Naneth vuin

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Story

Some hundred years ago, Forlindon

 

Lost Ships

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Poetry

Upon the grass knelt I,
beside the rippling water.
Upstream, downstream,
the distance drew mine eye.

Where are they?

The breeze loosed a sigh,
the birds sang a joyous song.
Nature took its normal course,
yet worried still was I.

It has been too long.

Finally, a speck drew nigh,
first one sail to crown the horizon,
then three, then five, then
even was clear the sails' dye.

Have they returned?

Mine heart was lifted thereby,

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