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The rare visitors to Lothlórien described it as among the fairest places in Middle-Earth. Yet when she stood in the Silvan bower, she could think of nowhere other than a garden across the Sea. There, where the silver willows grew, the immortal flowers were ever in bloom.
From Applecider Bolingbroke, being sent by Quick Post from the Ivy Bush at Hobbiton-Bywater,
To Lancogard North-took, Hon. Deputy-Shirriff of the Northfarthing, at his lodgings at the Plough & Stars, Brockenborings:
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My dear sir,
I were in receipt of your letter at Waymeet, and as the day were young, having now a direction in which to cross paths with yeh, I took to the road again directly.
Ariian grew up without parents in Gondor, she was abandoned a few days after she was born. A kind lady, whom she only barely remembers, took her in and cared for her. When she was 5 summers old, Ariian was too abandoned by the lady. She would wander the city of Gondor alone, looking for scraps of food and shelter. Ariian had seen hunters from afar come to Gondor, and found a love for their use of bows. She made her own bow out of a sturdy stick and some rope she found on the ground. She began to teach herself to use a bow and arrow.