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Forlindon

Essenya

Submitted by Earcalie on June 23rd, 2019
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Early summer, present days, Imladris

 

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Nyellë

Submitted by Earcalie on June 26th, 2018
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Early summer, present days, Imladris

 

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Adar vuin

Submitted by Earcalie on July 29th, 2017
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(read this story first to understand better)

 

Present days, along the coast of Forlindon

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To fly a kite

Submitted by Earcalie on July 6th, 2017
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Anarinya, Anarinya

My sun, my sun is flying

Stirred by Arien maiden shining

Shining with red flaming hair

Eyes of ruby and smile so fair

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Atamir, the key and the pearl

Submitted by Earcalie on June 12th, 2017
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"What is that you have to show me uncle?".

They walked down the large corridor from the main hall to the bedroom that once was her parent's. Nothing was out of place, as Earcalie remembered the last time she saw the room.  Deep blue covers on the bed, the walls painted azure so pale it seemed almost white, the furniture made of poplar wood didn't have a single spec of dust. Her uncle opened a drawer, and took out a tiny, velvety box.

"What is that? And why I never knew it was there?"

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A trip to the Tower Hills

Submitted by Earcalie on November 13th, 2016
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Earcalie took her eyes away from the the tallest and westernmost of the three White Towers that stood out on the horizon. Elostirion shone bright in the sunlight, as if it was a ray of light and seagulls flew around the top. It was a beautiful day of late summer, perfect for a leisure ride in the Tower Hills.

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Life in Lindon - part 3: Hunter hunted

Submitted by Armanduil on March 3rd, 2015
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The elf Fingil couldn’t wait as worry kept him wandering around the room. It was his brother Celegil that was leading the caravan ”I can’t wait any longer! I must start my search.” Armanduil quickly followed Fingil out of the linen makers mansion and readied his horse. Fingil looked worried but confident “I am quite a good tracker, I suggest we split up. You go search by the river Armanduil. I will search the plains south of here”.  Armanduil nodded and spurred his horse, galloping towards the Gelion river.

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Life in Lindon - part 2: Lost Linen

Submitted by Armanduil on March 1st, 2015
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With one push the last crate was in place on the wagon “So, that is the last of them, I will make sure the wagon arrives at the warehouse. Can you keep an eye on the boat?”. Armanduil nodded as he entered the ship known as ‘Aeronnen’ or Seaborn. The ship existed of two sails,a large one in the middle and a smaller one tied to the hull. On the rear end there was a small cabin with a few hammocks and in the center a navigation table and last but not least a provision cabinet with quite a nice selection of wines.

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Shaping of a Man

Submitted by Angelnarth on May 27th, 2014
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"Again!", the elf shouted at the mortal pointing at his blade, which was lying down on the ground. "What kind of swordsman loses his sword so easily. Pick it up, come on!"

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