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Mirkwood

The Moon.

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Hunter's of greenwood the great

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Poetry
As the darkness crept over mirkwood a young elf lay in the middle of a smal clearing her body limp and lifeless...as another young elf approched the clearing his crys were heard throught the forrests he wept until he could weep no more....he then began to sing in naught but a whisper "Hunters of green wood.....take up your bows....slaying your hunt and slaying your foes....silent as the whisper

Mirkwood's Borders

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Mirkwood was where I was sent recently, for two weeks; by the Lady Galadriel, to speak to Lord Thranduil and offer aid if needed. I was in my boat, searching the coast for Dol Guldur's Servants, and I was amazed that, even in death, Mirkwood is magnificent.

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