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Hall of Fire

Of Elven wine and Eorlings!

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"You would never know how it ends" - Rildheldiel's last words to a sober Awiergan before she had give him a single tiny sip of elven wine. The night passed quickly for the drunkard and he woke up on a cold stone bench with naught but a blanket to cover his cold-self.

Meeting the Tur of Vanimar

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Eliriael had spent countless days in the rain and sunshine of the valley. Little did she know of the time that passed her. She visited all her favorite places of old, friends she had not seen in many years, and found new fascinations in the changing leaves and waters.

Descent into the Valley

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Eliriael descended down the long, winding path into the valley. She patted the neck of her horse, Faenaur, showing affection and gratitude to her friend, who had carried her over a long distance for many days. Faenaur seemed to sense that they had reached their destination and gradually slowed her steps to a full stop. Eliriael deftly slid off Faenaur’s back to the ground in one fluid movement. She did not ride unless there was need for she wished as little discomfort upon her friend.

A Letter Addressed to Sogadan the Vintner, Imladris

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My Worthy Friend,

Another Hall of Fire Night

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The guests of the Hall recieving counsel from the elves; each have their own urgent issues.

A Hut Well-Daubed, but Ill-Built.

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A Word in Sogadan's Ear

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Belegos stared into the fire. The flames danced in front of him as they always did, though he did not pay any heed to them this time. He had returned to the valley only a day ago and now stood, as he had done many times before, in the Hall of Fire. In front, and slightly to the left of him was his friend, Estarfin, a warrior of the Hammers. He was dressed all in black and nursed a burned hand from his recent work at the forges.

The benefit of doubt.

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In a few days I shall be once more leaving Imladris. What used to be a solemn ceremon with great sorrow of heart to leave such a blessed place, is now one I feel I look forward to. It is a strange feeling... Some time I have now spent here, finding consolement in the many books of Lord Elrond's library. Yet, it is not longer the same. The books does not give me the comfort they used to. Perhaps it is my worries for my beloved, whom travels beyond my reach. Perhaps it is the terrible feeling of pain of Hiril Rildheldiel's broken promise to me... I am now at a crossroads.

Betrayal of a Promise

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As now the long time of the day start to pass into the rise of the evening when once more the gems of Varda will grace us all with their ever-presence, it is fitting to sit down to reflect. For it seems under the startlight of the night that my thoughts are ever clear and peaceful. Alas there is little news to be had. My beloved Ilviel Is still nowhere to be found, and despite reassurances of her well-being, I still worry.

Presenting their Gifts

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A long queue of has been formed to present Rainith and Galdorion with gifts.

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