It's New Years Eve in Bree-land! This calls for a party at the Prancing Pony, to celebrate the ending of the past year and the start of the new one. A young woman sits and reflects as revelers party around her, on the past, present and future.
“I'm terribly worried about her…” The hobbit muttered as he huddled near the fire under the eaves of the Old Forest. “You see, she’d been going on about ‘The Last Prince,’ one of Mr. Butterbur’s tales. It’s one of his better ones...but I’d say the tale isn’t quite the truth of it.”
In this introductory chapter of her Gazetteer of Middle-earth, Galhdi explains her reasons for compiling this work, to provide a guide for the traveler that as yet no one else has gathered into a single volume. She sets out her plans for documenting one small part of Middle-earth in detail on each page of the tome.
To celebrate our Creative Community, each month the Laurelin Archives will showcase artwork and images created by the people of Laurelin. Welcome to Lord Elrond's Gallery of Fine Art - The July Exhibition is now open.
Lord Elrond Half-elven is pleased to announce the opening of a new Art Gallery on the Laurelin Archives. Each month the Laurelin Archives will feature the many skilled artists on the Archives. Are you an outstanding artist with a brush? Do you enjoy taking beautiful screenshots? Show Lord Elrond and the world your work.
And Frodo when he saw her come glimmering in the evening, with stars on her brow and a sweet fragrance about her, was moved with great wonder, and he said to Gandalf: ‘At last I understand why we have waited! This is the ending. Now not day only shall be beloved, but night too shall be beautiful and blessed and all its fear pass away!'
News are reaching us this week from the village of Dwaling , in the North Shire, a once renowned lovely hobbit hamlet, famous for the local glass production, in happiest times hobbit glass-blowers used to go down to the beaches of Brandywine River to collect sand for their craft , but there is news of growing unrest in the area.
In a great cave, some miles within the edge of Mirkwood, on its eastern side, there live at this time the greatest King. Before its huge doors of stone, a river runs out of from the heights of the forest, and flows on and out, into the marshes at the feet of the Wooldland Realm, and on still into the Long Lake.