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[The hobbit] looked quizzically at the young Green-elf's face and shook his head. 'I know nowt of Elves, to be sure, but by your manner I might've deemed that you were just out of your tweens yourself!'
'Indeed I am, by elven reckoning!' replied Feveren. 'For among my people I am deemed but lately full-grown!' And in his mind flashed the thought of himself wellnigh a score of years before.
The wind had changed, bringing banks of billowing clouds down from the North, but the sun had risen above them and now shone over the treetops, bathing the world in morning light. But little of the land beyond could the elf-lad see through the trees that crowded the slopes along the road.
'Forgive me, Master Hobbit' said the elf-lad, running his slender fingers through his long unkempt hair. 'Never before have I seen one of your kindred...'
Long he stood gazing at the wondrous sight, while the crown of seven shining stars, Valacirca, wheeled above his head, for he had wished to behold the elven-hamlet one last time, ere his feet led him into the unknown country that lay eastwards of the elven-lands.
'No sooner had Mac passed the last of the talon-like stones when he came upon a single black stone in the center of the path. It were very tall, and strange symbols were carved into the stone the like of which Beannaithe had never bebore seen.'
The roads are safe once more—for now—and that alone is reason enough to celebrate.
Atgar Smokehand invites all friends, companions, and travelers to the Pickdean Cookshop for an evening of hearty food, strong ale, merry songs, and friendly competition.
Leave your worries at the door and raise a tankard to victory, friendship, and the return of peace to the southern road.
Date:
July 21st, 2026
Time:
3 PM Server Time
Location:
6 Long Street, Pickdean Neighborhood, Breeland Homesteads
Come one and all to the Dwarven Caravan Market! This is a Dwarven-themed RP market event that will take place EVERY Thursday at a different trading settlement along the major trade route used by Dwarves to get to their mines in the Blue Mountains. This trade route will take the Dwarven Caravan Market through Thorin’s Hall, Gondamon, Needlehole, Bree, Ost Guruth, Rivendell, Gloin’s Camp, and other settlements of interest for the Dwarves. And every market will have a unique RP situation to connect it to the context of a wider Middle-Earth.
Among the Beornings, the name Berannis is all but forgotten. Few who still remember it dare to speak it. Across the wild roads between the Vales of Anduin and the edges of Mirkwood, she is known only by the mocking name "Honey."
The name was once spoken in jest, for Berannis had been a skilled keeper of bees, tending great hives whose honey was prized among her people. She understood the ways of bears as well as bees, believing both creatures deserved respect rather than dominion. Those days died with the woman she once was.