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I am Kalvur, son of Rolvur, of the Iron Hills, born in the year 2950 of the Third Age (as the elves reckon such things.) I fight, trade and mine iron with the best, though my real love is jewel-smithing. Polishing or faceting a gemstone to bring out its deepest beauty moves me as no other craft does. Gems have their own power. This is my legacy from my mother Kaia. She comes from the Blacklocks, and is a Master Jewel-smith in her own right. I did not inherit her looks, for I look like my father, but she gave me the gift of hearing the song of the stones.
Having spent most of his life chopping trees, Zathane never thought for more out of his life. After all, he had never met his parents and the men who took care of him, seemed to only care for coin. So why should he be any different?
One day as Zathane, sat upon a rock eating his lunch for the day, he looked up and saw old stones. After looking over them for a time trying to read the words upon the stone, to no avail, he quickly sketched the markings down and shoved the paper into his pocket.
“Thendryt? I wanted to talk to you,” Lilleduil said, watching as Raolor walked away. Thendryt turned his face towards her slightly, but still kept his eyes upon the Hammer.
The old tales and writing tell that the hobbits migrated towards the West around the year 1300 of the Third Age, and settled in and around Bree. The hobbits lived there side by side with the native population of men, and both races flourished thanks to each other. Even though must hobbits moved further West in the search of new land in the T.A 1601, there is still a large hobbit population in the Bree-lands.
Caith layed on the ground in the cold room. The small window did not let in any sunlight at all. She placed her cloak closer around her, her belly is now bigger then before. This three weeks has been tough for them both. The three days and nights was really tough. Lyth had walk around the room most time off the day, like an animal in a cage. She know that he was disappointmed on him self as his plan did not work.
Toanui was born in the Undying Lands in the Years of the Trees. A fierce elven warrior, he is feared by his enemies, but loved by his kin for his generous and noble of spirit, qualities that makes him a natural leader. From the moment of his birth, the course of Toanui’s life was already planned.
A storm raged in his mind. He felt his blood boiling, he heard the voices from the past, their chattering, their screaming and shouting rising again, until they reached the gates of his Fëa. And all the time, he saw him in front of the eyes of his mind:
Faeswith dismounts from her mighty steed, thus setting the setting for this short tale.
Her eye patch have been 'forced' on due to her eyesight had worsen after killing a mighty bee, that flew into the eye. Such was the reputation or rather the tall tales Baldead enjoys spreading around those he spends his time with.