The flow of the Bruinen was but a gentle trickling thing here at the fjording of the valley. In comparison, a roaring tempest tore through Elrond’s mind. He had gone on ahead of his army, thinking time alone would calm his mind, and his mood. He could not escape the thought that his kin marched toward a meat-grinder, and that their bright armour would soon to be stained by the ruin being wrought across Eregion. 

OOC: This turned into a longer story than I'd originally intended, and I haven't yet properly edited it as I'm posting quite late - so apologies. More importantly, it references the journey taken by Galadriel through Moria in the second age before Lothlórien was established, and noting that there is a certain ambiguity on different drafts of when and why that happened in the lore, I'm taking the interpretation (having received some trusty advice) of the view that she embarked on this before the break out of war (i.e.

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Orneth’s body was taken over by a sudden fever that came so strongly it felt like she was being torn apart from the inside. The terrible pain was focused in her lower body, and she let out loud screams and sobs as she tried to handle it.

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Orneth's heart pounded in her chest as she protested, "That is not true, Demdor! Say it is not him!" Demdor, who was known for his stoic demeanor and rarely showed emotion, picked up his sword and looked at her with a serious expression. Despite her trust in him, his words did not make any sense to her. "It is not his father. This is Raynamo, the most friendly person I have ever met. You must have mistaken him for his father. How do you know he is his father, though?"

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          Full seventy years have passed since the breaking of the world and the beginning of the new age, the Second Age as the chroniclers name it.  The Elves of Beleriand have established their new realm of Lindon in what remains of Ossiriand west of the Blue Mountains.  The King Gil-galad has taken his seat in the port city of Mithlond, and his people have begun

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