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OOC - THIS IS ARCHIVED. It is no longer in use, at all - Do not refer to it for any form of imagery, or reference. It should be noted that the characters in the above are not portrayed as they are now.
Come with me, as I write down the strangest of tales, short ones at that! In small segments to ease the reading and to avoid invoking the wrath of boredom!
Always, has the knowledge found in books, interested me. To sit, and read, and learn, it is a bliss of unknown nature. And thus, I shall note down the extended histories, in their most complex, yet simple controversially - state, of the Munár dynasty, of the lore of Garmorn, and Harkmorn, and Argmorn, Rukhmorn, and other notable characters - Such as Tórunr.
"Hrmm, last night I had this peculiar dream; I met this tiny Hobbit-miss, who, out of nowhere, climbed up to me beard and built a nest there. She, at least I think so, must've stretched a hammock through there. Heh, I hope it was comfy down there.."
A short tale of the dealings with strange folk in the lands of Men between the mountains of Eriador, and also a celebration of the simple joys of life as seen from a minor company of dwarves (or "dwarrows" if you like).
Gungur the Dwarf completing his routine guard shift by the gates of Erebor, the Lonely Mountain. "All clear!" he shouts as he hands over the guard to the next Dwarf.