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Flowers For The Fallen

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Eliriael bent down to pull some of the saffron flowers from her basket and arrange them neatly into the vase. She smiled, caressing the petals with a gentle touch before pouring some fresh water, taken from the streams, in with the flowers.

Dire News From Outside The Valley

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The pink blush of dawn began to rise across the cheeks of the dark sky as Eliriael reentered the valley. The time to blend into the shadows had passed and she placed her fingers around the rim of her hood to slowly pull her cloak away from her body. A small sigh escaped her lips, letting the fears of night pass from her and allowing the calm of the valley to fill her.

Simmering in the twilight

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Himwen turned around. The round room was mildly lit with candles and the fireplace harboured a mellow fire. The flames licked the bottom of a black small cauldron as though it hungered for the contents puttering above.

A Strange Alliance

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I was a fresh recruit in the ranks of Bar-en-Vanimar when

Approaching Storms.

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There is something wrong with Parnard. I know not what it is at this moment, but something is upsetting him mightily.

Call of Duty

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Meeting the Tur of Vanimar

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Eliriael had spent countless days in the rain and sunshine of the valley. Little did she know of the time that passed her. She visited all her favorite places of old, friends she had not seen in many years, and found new fascinations in the changing leaves and waters.

A Few Words of Comfort

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The shrill cry of a hawk pierces the cold morning air before the bird itself comes into view. It is dark brown with a golden beak, and it begins to circle lower and lower, down from the mountain peaks. Finally, with hardly a sound it lands nearby, a thin roll of parchment clasped in one clawed foot.

Suilad Lady Danel,

Elvealin's Request

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And I cast my mind back to the small gathering in the Hall of Fire, shortly after I had first mentioned I would set forth from Rivendell.

Fall From Grace

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