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Celebhir

Early spring, 7th April, many meetings

Submitted by Naruvir on April 9th, 2010
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Echuir, ochui 'wirith - gevaith* laew

small miracle

Submitted by Celebhir on April 7th, 2010
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It seems my dour companion has found his voice! I would like to think that it is the pleasure of my company that has warmed him, but I think it is because I remain the only company in this wilderness.
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The King's Man and the Faithful

Nimuviel’s Diary: Page 9

Submitted by Nimuviel on March 29th, 2010
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Iavas day 8, I Randír Îdh
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Reniolwaith

how fascinating they are

Submitted by Celebhir on March 22nd, 2010
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Darkness again. Beside me this northern Man stirs in his sleep, troubled. In the un-naturally quiet night even this small sound might draw unfriendly eyes to us. I rest my hands on Esteluinil lying ready in my lap, one hand on her hilt, the other finger-tip to knife-tip. So sharp, how I dislike her, how I love her.
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The King's Man and the Faithful

A clear night...

Submitted by Araenion on March 22nd, 2010
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*writen in steady handwriting, of one who spent many nights writing letters, poems, scrolls...a gentle hand* 

Nimuviel’s Diary: Page 7

Submitted by Nimuviel on March 18th, 2010
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Iavas day 6, I Randír Îdh
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Reniolwaith

Nimuviel’s Diary: Page 6

Submitted by Nimuviel on March 17th, 2010
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Iavas day 4, I Randír Îdh
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northern men, southern men

Submitted by Celebhir on March 12th, 2010
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And so, here i sit, at this dusty campfire, just off the road. Randir says we are safe here, surrounded by these.. what are they, beast or folk? Like unto the tree-herders, but without any trees it seems. They speak an ancient slow tongue, it rustles in my head like the leaves of an old book.
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The King's Man and the Faithful

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