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Failandos & Dol Guldur

Submitted by Failandos on May 18th, 2010
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Artwork: Artscreen
"... and many orcs were slain by Noldorin sword but shadows grew and dread approached. And his last stand Failandos made against this who called himself "Warden of Dungeons", a master of fear. Neithane and others were saved and they already escaped from Dol Guldur but price was high for Failandos. He took whole attention of Guldur guards to stand in suicide fight with no hope for himself against Dark Powers but with hope that Neithane and his friends thanks that will return save to Lothlorien. - Failando's Diary: Light in the Shadow. page 1

Finduilas & Mormegil

Submitted by Failandos on May 18th, 2010
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Artwork: Drawing
“Then the heart of Finduilas was turned from Gwindor and against her will her love was given to Túrin; but Túrin did not perceive what had befallen. And being torn in heart Finduilas became sorrowful; and she grew wan and silent.” -- J. R. R. Tolkien: The Silmarillion, chapter 21: Of Túrin Turambar “But in those days the radiance of Finduilas also became dimmed, her footsteps slow and her face grave...” …

Laer Eflwen

Submitted by Mithanor on May 18th, 2010
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Poetry

* Standing alone at the strands of Anduin, evening sky shimmers in purple and pink. With the harp in my arms I sing for Eflwen, mellon nin, bain a pelt, so beautiful and strong*

Aegwulf's Origins - Prologue

Submitted by Aegwulf on May 17th, 2010
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Story
"Aegwulf's Origins" 'prologue' This is the history of a relatively young hunter from the Mirkwood, or Greenwood the Great as some may know it. The story begins however in ages long past for those of human kind, yet clear in the memories of those with blood of the Eldar.

Curugirion's Journal, Ethuil 46th

Submitted by Curugirion on May 17th, 2010
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Diary

Imladris, 46th day of Ethuil

Kinship/Band link: 
Loth-i-Lonnath

Egelran

Egelran
Race: 
Man
Background: 
Egelran was born in a family of woodsmen living under the rule of king Beorn. Their estate where they grew wheat, apples and all kinds of different bounties of earth was situated in a small valley near the fork in Anduin where Gladden river joins it. Egelran's family didn't have link into Beorn's bloodline but they were proud to call themselves Beornings nonetheless.

Khalis

Khalis Imieran - Captain of Imladris
Status: 
Active
Race: 
Elf
Background: 

        Khalis Imieran  was not raised with the usual lessons given to the elven children about dance and ettiquette, for he was always sneaking away to spend time tending to the grey horses and listening to the tales of the Warders that gave protection to their lands.

Entry 1 - On Agamaur

Submitted by Elendraen on May 17th, 2010
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Diary

Entry 1 - On Agamaur

It has been three days since we ventured into Agamaur, the shivers still creep up my spine as I think back. I was unsure as to the fact if I could trust all the newcomers that had come up willing to give me aid. My doubts were especially great about that man from Gondor. He seemed like a brigand in disguise. Luckily, my concerns were proofed wrong and he performed well. The elf lady and the female guard from Combe too were a great help. But thank the Valar the Elf Lord was here, otherwise I am sure we would have had a few more scars in the collection.

Lovers

Submitted by Malliel on May 17th, 2010
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Screenshot: General screen
Malliel and her husband-to-be, Andarne, look upon the Falls of Imladris hand in hand. They are wearing the new Malledhrim uniforms for Tûr and Caun.
Kinship/Band link: 
Wardens of the White Lady

Rohirric - Lesson one

Submitted by Shaeen on May 16th, 2010
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Official Document

 

Shaeen peers at the parchment before her and smiles warmly before she picks up a quill, dips it into the ink and begins to write:


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