A Month in Laurelin - June 2019
At the start of the month, the eorling woman Brynleigh had a rather bitter evening as she pondered her life and her past. Here is a short extract from the beginning of the piece:
Evenings were an odd thing. They could be peaceful and calming, with the promise of respite from the day’s toil, the cooling of the hot, afternoon sun, and the quieting of the clamoring world. Or they could be oppressive, an unstoppable cocoon of darkness against which only a pitiful candle or lamp might be lit, leaving a soul trembling in a tiny pool of light while the maw of the night yawned just beyond.
As Brynleigh hurried through the twilit wheat field, she did not know which sort of evening would choose to descend. Her pulse had not stopped its nauseating pounding since departing from his house. The tall grass hissed and pulled at the skirt of her dress, while the messy plait of her hair bounced erratically against her spine, its tendrils having come loose during their time together. A dull sting of thick, iron-like fingers lingered on her arm.
So vividly did her mind replay the events of the evening that her eyes ceased to see the world immediately in front of her. Her shoe caught on an old, broken fence post jutting out of the soil, sending her hurtling forward, arms wheeling. She caught herself against the fence itself a moment later, sagging heavily as her feet scrambled to keep her upright. The start did not serve to calm her fluttering heart, but it helped pull her back to the present. She straightened up, brushing her hands over her front, and continued on towards the south-gate of Snowbourn.
If you liked this extract of Brynleigh’s story and would like to read more of it, go to: https://laurelinarchives.org/node/49630
It was in this month that the doctor Elias W. Dimheim decided to sit down and write a personal journal, which, although considered rude to read another’s journal, is quite the interesting read. Here is a short extract from Elias’ first entry of his journal:
I don't know how to start this.
It hasn't been long since I moved to this place but there have been many changes. For better or worse, I've yet to decide. I'm not sure why my brother crept into my thoughts, but I remembered him keeping a journal. Told me how it helped him gather his thoughts and work out personal problems. While he was never a smart man, I can see the logic in having a personal log, to reflect on things.
Mister Bíld and I talked, I questioned him about the log written and he
I met her in town, chipping hardened clay from her apron. We talked and I took her to the soothery to treat an ear infection. I didn't see her until a week later, when she was asked to return. The ear was better. After that, she began to come around more often.
I'm still not sure what happened in that time, but she took a fancy to me. Today, she claims to love me. Yet, she ended our courtship only to tell me that she wanted it to continue, to forget what was done. It's gotten confusing and I'm at a loss on how to proceed.
It's been a long time since I wished my brother was here. Even longer since I wanted his opinion and guidance on anything. He would have known better how to deal with this, he dealt with many women in his time.
If you liked this extract of Elias Dimheim’s writings and would like to read more, go to: https://laurelinarchives.org/node/49643
A piece of poetry written by Lina Willowwood for the Summer Poetry Competition this month is a nice composition that conveys the whimsical theme of fence running well with its choice of words. Here are the first two stanzas of the poem to give a small taste:
It takes a little effort
It makes so little sense
To scale the straight and narrow
To run the wooden fence
Go forth with speed and balance
And you may reach the end
But first you need the courage
The fence post to ascend
If you enjoyed reading these first two stanzas of Lina’s poem, read the whole thing here: https://laurelinarchives.org/node/49779
The summer month of June can be rather hot at times and one may take a dip in a nearby pond or lake to cool down. The elleth Earcalie likes to swim in the sea by her home in Forlindon in the mornings, often taking the time to reflect: in this image she is reflecting on essenya – “my name”.
To view the original screenshot, go to https://laurelinarchives.org/node/49668
Summertime is often a nice time to sit, relax and draw. This drawing of the dwarf Bild caught my attention as a well-drawn piece that I imagine was drawn on a warm, sunny day, on which Bíld was taking a leisurely stroll around the streets of Bree.
If you like Bíld's artwork, you can view the original piece at https://laurelinarchives.org/node/49690
There have been many events over this past month, some celebrating the summer and others celebrating fighting, music or poetry.
At the start of the month, The Black Steel held a fighting tournament (https://laurelinarchives.org/node/49428), to test the skill of those who entered but also to simply enjoy watching others fight for entertainment.
On the same day, the band Polnolunie held a concert at the Prancing Pony Stage in Bree (https://laurelinarchives.org/node/49420), playing some of their classic songs in celebration of their four year anniversary.
The next day, over down in Celondim in Ered Luin, the elves of Lindamar, the musical ensemble of Bar-en-Vanimar, held Tinnúlaer, Edhellen Lalaith (https://laurelinarchives.org/node/49504), a celebration of summer nights with elven music, poetry and merriment.
Towards the end of the month, the hobbits of the Shire held the Summer Poetry Competition (https://laurelinarchives.org/node/49703), to find the new Summertime Bard, welcoming all who wished to enter, whether they be a hobbit, dwarf, man or elf.
As the month of June drew to a close, in Rivendell, the elves of Bar-en-Vanimar hosted the traditional celebration of Tarnin Austa (https://laurelinarchives.org/node/49721), welcoming in the summer with the ancient celebration that began in Gondolin many centuries ago in the First Age and a beautiful way to end the month of June and welcome in the next summer month of July.
Finally, on this very last day of June, once more the hobbits of the Shire will gather, this time from a Grand Summer Vineyard Picnic (https://laurelinarchives.org/node/49777)! It will be held at the vineyards in Northcottom Farm near Oatbarton and there will drinking, eating and entertainment such as dancing, games and fireworks, sending the month of June out with a bang.
There have been many great writings, drawings, events and more this month and it is hard to choose my favourite of these that have come to the archive and I wish I could share more, but I think that if I did, this article would be much too long! Feel free to take a look around the archive at your own accord and view even more of the great works that are part of it.
Article by Gaeded – Laurelin Archives Webteam