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Branalph

A Note and a Small Gift

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This note was found on Branalph's pillow the night following his Oath-taking, in which he became a full member of Vanimar. It was placed next to a leaf wrapped around half a dozen wafers of lembas.

Aiya Varandalqua!

Nobody Wants To Make This Report

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The prisoner from Dunland promised to show a cave in the foothills of the Hithaeglir that her accomplice was supposed to be using to enter Imladris. She did show off the cave, and she also led the group to a stone circle with some strange artifacts buried in it... but her odd behavior on this occasion culminated in a terrifying, unforeseen dénouement. Absolutely nobody present, dogs included, wants to make this report to Lord Tindir -- although it will probably fall to Quartermaster Golvagor, as the ranking House member present.

To Be Polite

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Long had Arradril been thinking -- or so it seemed to her -- over the question of what sort of gift she might find or make for Branalph, survivor of the ruin of Nargothrond and lately recruit of the Order of the Hammer. It was merely polite, after all. He had given her the pretty purple feather that reminded her of younger days. So etiquette, for surely that was all that it was, would seem to demand some sort of token in return.

Crafting at the Forges

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Branalph happened on Arradril among a small group of crafters at the Forges of Imladris. She was working a hide into leather to make a new quiver, so intent on her task that it took her quite a while to look up and notice him. He found her fiercely intent concentration oddly appealing.

Equivalent Exchange: Apples to Apples

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At last Arradril and Filegris had a rest period at the same time, and accordingly flopped down by the side of a well-loved pond north-west of the Last Homely House. Filegris, who had meant merely to clear her head of the whirl of recent events, was startled and delighted when Arradril produced from her pack five apples -- red, but with a golden undertone that peeked out in little streaks, particularly at the top near the stem -- and some hard orange cheese. She divided the fifth apple into perfect halves and presented Filegris with half of her bounty.

Teamwork: Black and Indigo

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When the great beast leapt at Branalph, Arradril shot forward, blades flashing, in case the hammer fell amiss. She need not have worried: the House will dine well on Branalph's kill. (The thoughts of the goat on this occasion are not recorded.)

Boar's Rush

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The boar may rush at Branalph -- a warrior of the First Age, yet also a modern-day warrior -- perilously close to what Men call Rivendell, but Branalph has already calculated his swing. Beneath the trees of the High Moor, the last of the moving pictures in the boar's small brain will be the caress of steel -- unless Arradril can make time stand still and plant her arrow closer to the heart.

I DO like those apples. VERY MUCH!

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Content of note slid under the door of Arrow Hall:

I am as intrigued by your wager and your offer of diversion as much as your bold attempt at stealth and the placement of your missive. I admit for a moment that I believed a serpent had nestled its way into my boot!

I doubt not your prowess with a bow; and am eager to see it firsthand. I am of a mind to let you bring down our quarry as to leave such matters to me and my hammer would result in overly-tenderized meat.

As you have correctly observed, it would be impossible for us to soon forget the cheese.

Note Mysteriously Found in Branalph's Boot, Wrapped Around a Rock

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Branalph was startled to find this note in his boot, wrapped around a chunk of rock too big to overlook. 

Aiya, hammer-wielder!

There is a feast upcoming, and I fear your quartermaster has prepared strangely -- where there ought to be meat, there is only cheese. Bloody great heaps of it.

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!

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