The Chronicles of Laurelin

Ode To Old Bloodtusk

Once Upon  a time, in the vast forest that once covered Middle-earth, and long ago, there was Silverfir. She was one of the race of the Ent, she was tall and slender and her bark was white and smooth, and her hair was silver moss cascading down her back. Silverfir was a marvellous musician.

The gardens are peaceful in the winter afternoon. Twigs and branches across the gravel path, torn from the trees by the sea gales, which have swept the village in a very stormy night a few days ago.  In Falathlorn  we escaped lightly, only a few chimneys gone, but the winds had wreaked havoc in the north. Dwarves had to deal with heavy snow and fierce winds.