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Imladris

Letter to Belegos

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We agreed when we met in Imlad Gelir that we would ride to the coast, to Celondim initially. Having spent a few months wandering, perhaps spending a few months in one place, and that a place Estarfin had said he would like to see again, would be a good thing to do.

Parma Eldaliéva, an elvish book

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Parma Eldaliéva, an elvish book

Elves to Isengard 02 - Turuhalmë

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Members of Laurië Lassi perform in the Last Homely House in Imladris during the celebration of Turuhalmë

Enyalien Veleriandë!

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Arradril and Branalph separately and jointly recount their observations and adventures.

Two veterans of the sack of Beleriand's cities, still fighting the long defeat, met in Imladris. Unused to company, the archer and the warrior nevertheless continue meeting. Perhaps they will finally discover that they have more in common than they dreamed. Arradril must find a suitable gift to match the purple feather her new friend gave her!

Scene from Winter in Imladris

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Whether Winter, Spring, Summer or Autumn, there are few things Elves enjoy more than dancing

Disproving an Adage?

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So I sought out Lord Elrond, for who else was likely to have more knowledge of the matter? Estarfin has said he was no studier of history, and though I thought he underestimated his understanding, I also knew this matter was for me to research.

"Are we certain of the adage, 'There is no return to Cuivenen?" I asked the Master of Rivendell. 

He looked me straight in the eye.

"What is in your mind, Carnifinde? Surely we have enough pressing matters at hand, than to spend thought on what was lost to us in the First Age."

Warmth In The Cold

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Why...

Her hands were stiff and numb with coldness. Snowflakes swarmed the landscape like pesky insects. Boots pushing through the towering inches of snow, she shivered as she held the warm wine bottle in her hands. 

Why... in tarnation...

... had she stayed in Eriador this winter?

That stupid elven ball was one thing. Her pesky family begging her to stay in Imladris for once was another reason. Desperately working her uncooperative hands to open the bottle of her glorious warm wine, she continued to march in the snow.

Taking Rest at Echad Eregion

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I arrived at Echad Eregion shortly before nightfall. My horse stabled, watered and fed, I sat to the outside of the group assembled around the fire. Some I recognised, some were new to me. Two Dwarves there were, polite enough as is common for their folk, they offered me a share of their meal.

"Go on, lass. Dried roast has to be better than Lembas."

They chuckled in a well meaning way, and I offered them some Lembas in turn. We exchanged a little of our supplies with half-smiles, the Dwarves likely thinking their kindness had rewarded them ill.

Strange Fates - Part 2.

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The Hall of Fire, some time last month.

 

Her heart had leapt when he returned. She had shamelessly smiled and dropped whatever one-sided conversation had been targeted at her, the moment he appeared in the great Hall. Now, some hours later, the gathering has come to an end. The Hall is emptied, save for him and her: two figures seated on the ground, at the marble-carved feet of an Elfmaiden who dances her stationary dance.

 

Rivendell! A wonder and no mistake!

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