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Aurineth

Raiments of Floral Hues

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The fine raiment of the elves gathered to celebrate Nost-na-Lothion, the Birth of Flowers, are as brightly colored as the blooming flowers that surround them.

A Rain Of Petals

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Yet in its time a spring of wondrous glory melted the skirts of those white mantles and the valley drank the waters and burst into flowers. So came and passed with revelry of children the festival of Nost-na-Lothion or the Birth of Flowers.

We Planted the Stars of the Earth

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Mallos, breathing gold,

Lissuin the fragrant, bringer of dreams,

Alfirin, immortal among the gardens of Arda,

Seregon, reminder of blood and stone,

The Seventh Journal Entry - Market Day

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~Elenya, Coirë 43~

A Market Evening

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Elves at the market admire the craftsmanship of the reading lamp that hir Gwinglaer has crafted for Master Havold, the dwarf.

The Sixth Journal Entry - Musings with a Dwarf

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~Menelya, Coirë 23~

 

The Fifth Journal Entry - A Warm Afternoon in the River

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~Aldúya, Lairë 52~

 

The Fourth Journal Entry - Winning the Field

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~Menelya, Lairë 47~

 

Today, I crossed paths with that sulky, mysterious ellon who ruined our first day back in Duillond. He must be some patrol, always pacing this way and that way, down to the stablemaster, up to the market, and so on.

The Third Journal Entry - A Welcome from the Sea

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~Anarya, Lairë 38~

 

Oh, there really is nothing quite like a home-coming. When I at last passed through the verdant pastures of the periannath and into the land of graceful blossoming trees, I knew I was home at last. I could hear the lull of the sea not too far off, the branches drooped lower to shake hands with me, and the shore wind rushed through the grass to hasten me further yet.

The Second Journal Entry - New Friends Upon the Road

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~Anarya, Tuilë 36~

 

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