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Amorith tricked Earinlin to dance. She is so proud!

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Proposal 2

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Adalmund

Adalmund ''Adal'' Cutteridge
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He is a basic trader, he travels the roads between Bree and the Halls of the Dwarves in the Blue Mountains, mostly transporting good between the two, ales and spirits to and from Bree, whilst in Bree-Land he attends to his herd of horses he keeps there in the summer and moves them in the winter to the warmer climate of the Lone-Lands.

He mostly travels alone, but may accept some company if payed.

Iriul's Last Stand

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The rain was easing up,and the sun had lit up the sky enough to shine an early morrow over Annúminas. This night, the invading forces had crushed the stand that the wardens and rangers had made.

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Gwenbur and Cirdu look upon the wondrous view in The Shire. They are filled with content, to be in such a charming place together.

In the Countryside

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Gwenbur and Cirdu pay a visit to The Shire, a beautiful place indeed.

Chronicles of Gwenbur: Entry 11

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What an eventful past few months indeed. For starters, I ended up marrying a dear friend of mine; Cirdu Adunor of Gondor. I have known him long and find him to be kind and always there for me. Since the passing of my late husband, we have spent more time together than usual. Others may perceive Cirdu as a shady character of sorts, however he is far from it. Once you get to know him, he is friendly and rather funny.

Journal the Eighth - Windows

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For a time there was darkness.

I found the bird. The bird found me. It led me to a man, who led me to a mansion. A woman there promised to help me, to rid me of the voices.

The man led me down, down into the darkness. He chained me to a wall there. I know not why. He said it would help. It did not. I hung there in the blackness. No windows, no no candles, no light. Blackness and silence.

Denforth

Denforth Black
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