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A Northern Winter

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Artwork: Painting
Source: 
I am the artist

The Little Book Of Happiness - Foreword

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Conceptual

For that one special friend, 
who didn’t know they were a hobbit 
until they mysteriously became one. 

Mostly Respectable Dwarves

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Screenshot: Event screen

Mist on Weathertop

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Screenshot: General screen

A Dream of Glass and Golden Leaves

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Artwork: Artscreen

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.

Source: 
Screenshot taken and edited by me, Russariel.

Around the Bush

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

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:


~~~


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.

Cider of the Watch

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Story

Cider of the Watch

{ Being a letter sent by Shire-mail (via the Quick Post) to Applecider Bolingbroke, currently en route to Waymeet } 

THE PLOUGH & STARS, BROCKENBORINGS, Northfarthing in the Shire, 18 Afteryule

The Cost of Ambiguous Communication

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Story

From Applecider Bolingbroke, written whilst topping off a short lunch at Duillond, en route to Hobbiton via Needlehole,


To Lancogard North-took, Hon. Deputy-Shirriff of the Northfarthing, at his Burrow at Wending Way, Dunfurlong, in the Shire:


~~~


Most excellent sir,

Alone in the Dark

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Story

((The following takes place immediately after The Linhir Ripper  - Part 16 - Xan's humble chronicler))

Ariian

Ariian "Ari"
Status: 
Deleted
Race: 
Man
Background: 

 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.

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