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Icy plains at night

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Racing across icy plains among the Misty Mountains.

The cold embrace

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Diary

Rocks covered in mud before my feet. The stars light up the sky like diamonds, sparkling. In my hands, I hold a letter. With the stars as my guiding light, I read it over and over again, without understanding it’s meaning. An expedition was mentioned; a journey towards Eregion, but the trail ends there. I look at the letter again, trying to see every single word in a new light. With every second, a new thought enters my mind. I do not understand, but somewhere inside, I know that is exactly what she wanted. I read it once more. No change.



Daelith's Fate (VIII) : The dream

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Story

I had the strangest dream. I was on a very small island in the middle of a strange water shining green, in some tunels even darker then the ones I seen so far.  To some distance to my rigth  the ruin of a shattered arch of a bridge of stone whiter then the rest was visible inspite the darkness. Some strange reddish vegetation, like giant mushrooms of sorts,  awfully looking  were the only thing growing on the ill looking stone. Daelith was not 10 steps before me, looking the other way and I could not take one step further.

Anardion

Anardion Adunain
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Active
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Man

Tavernir

Tavernir
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Man
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PART FOUR: Benighted

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Story

Journal of an Outcast - Temper

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Diary

She brings out a side of me I did not know existed.. Never before has anyone had such an affect on me. I lose count of how many times someone has mentioned how such short shrift I give people. And how aggressively short my temper is. She has a way of taking that all away. I feel calm, invincible perhaps. When she is gone, I find myself weak. But when she is here.. I am stronger than ever.

Journal of an Outcast - A dreamt reality

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Diary

I have spent so long dreaming of recent events. So many restless nights, thinking about her, about us. At long last, I dream no more. She is there, when I wake. She is there when I return. She is there when I need her.

The Shades rehearsel in Bree 5.november 2010

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Words on a piece of paper

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Diary

He is asleep in the other room, I found myself unable to rest....

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