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Parnard

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The map had made no mention of this place. An looming stone shape stood before him, dark and forbidding. He dismounted carefully from the bay mare, ensuring his boots made as little noise as possible on the loose scree outside the squat ruin. He whispered a word of caution to the tired horse, patting her mane as he did so.

Followers of Finwë

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For a moment, memories arose…

The Eleventh Letter from Imladris

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Dearest Gwanûr,

The news you sent in your letter greatly surprised me! I would not have left so far from home, indeed, if I knew that I could obtain a position as a courier so close to home. Who learned of it, you or Ada? Whoever it was, I am extremely grateful and I will hurry back west to begin. I think it will take me some time still for me to pack all my things and return.

Art of being Daegond

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Daegond looked up. The grey overcast was visible from where he sat, in the main inner courtyard of Elrond’s house.

Journey to the Drownholt - Saying Farewell

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Journey to the Drownholt - Gathering for the Journey

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Wavering Thoughts

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The sun was sinking below the horizon, bathing the ruins in a soft red glow. Its rays gave some final warmth before the darkness of the night took over. Gwingris was more occupied today than usual with a group of travelers who had just come from Imladris. They sat beside the fire now, sharing its warmth and a kettle of herbal tea.

Norliriel's Flight

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Diary

Oh, Diary! How long have I been unwilling to touch your pages, to record what has really happened?

The Morning After Party

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It appears I do not have to cook much today. There are still much food after the feast of unveiling Anglachelm's portrait, and I have to get yet rid of some of it, somehow.

Dear Diary, How?

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Diary, I have long neglected you. The seasons turn -- without Themodir. The apples fall -- without Themodir. We might have gone picking nuts together.

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