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Elvealin

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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Story

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.

Fish Fresh

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Story

"Had the scholars at Thargelion been tardy, they would have soon found themselves in one of the northern forts," Danel whispered to him.

Parnard nodded, unable to reply, because the small group of elves was staring at him. The coolness of the morning air was faded; there was no time to spare. 

Party Gifts

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With a loud creak of the front door, Faorie returns to her house, weary of the long day's festivities. She holds a hand woven satchel borrowed from the House of Iavasant storing all of her gifts from the party in one hand while the other drags a disposable bag of empty wine bottles.
Leaving the bag of bottles by the front door, she carries the satchel to her study where she carefully removes all of its contents.

Themodir's Funeral II

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Outside of Lord Elrond's house, preparing for Themodir's body to be carried outside

Themodir's Funeral I

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The mourners gather

One More Rock

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Story

I walked on the road away from Last Homely House, and my feet started to climb a small hill, or rather towards a cairn, the cairn of Themodir. Elvealin has told me what had happened in his funeral, and I wanted to pay my own respects.

Diary, I feel old

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Diary

Ah, Diary, it is well and truly spring now, and summer is not far off. Once again I felt like the house-mother until Elvealin arrived -- not for ill, as the new generation have good hearts, but in a way that reminded me acutely of just how much time has passed since my Themodir was born. And that his Gondolin is not even ruins, for all of Beleriand is gone.

Interesting guests

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Diary

Well, Diary, do you know that I had written nearly all of one of your big pages, and then I spilled ink on it! The leaves are thick, but not all the blotting-sand I had would remove the stain from what I had written. This seems to me less of a bad omen than merely tiresome.

Second-born among us

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Diary

Dear Diary,

Last night -- lasting no small bit into this morning! -- was peaceful but interesting. I saw hir Khalis before the gathering started, but he elected not to join us this week.

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