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Wilderness Day 2 - Evendim

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The second Wilderness Appreciation Day in Evendim.

Wilderness Day 2 - Evendim

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The second Wilderness Appreciation Day in Evendim.

Wilderness Day 2 - Evendim

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The second Wilderness Appreciation Day in Evendim.

Nim ruminates

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Conceptual

The elves here in Rivendell are strange... though not as strange as him... he confuses me.
I always thought all Elves were creatures of the light, though we have our differences... all the evil has been created by the Shadows, and we do not fight one another needlessly...
Yet this is not true; I knew this from history, yet I never thought more of it... the war and the corruption of shadows was what I blamed.

Journal the Fifth - Ending

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Diary

*The following is written in a shaking scrawl, the writing unlike anything else in the journals. It is splotched in places, the ink run in several areas.*

 

What have I done? What have I done? How did it come to this? Oh, lords above, what have I done? How could I not see this? How could I not know? Why? Why?

I did this. I did this. It is my fault. Mine and no others. My doing.

Elamplas visits home, and his Mother.

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Elamplas goes home, to Imladris, and visits his Mother, Eleanor.

vallandur's camp

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Diary
At dawn today I came over the low hills to Vallandur's camp, to see the lake spread north before me, the waters still iron dark - as yet untouched by the rising sun. What joy! My memories of him rose in me, like a flooding spring, of all the days I have spent by this lake... There is the old bee-tree, where my beesongs failed and we had to take a swift refuge in the lake from their stings... There is the warm rock where we sat, as the truth of his gift to me unravelled in my hands ... There is the waving sweet grassland where he first permitted me to touch the lines of care on his face...

Journal the Fifth - Journey

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Diary

Well, here we are.

We left Bree-land two days ago, he and I. I have no idea to where he is leading me but he does at least have some destination in mind, it seems, for his footsteps are unerring.

I have not left Bree under the best of circumstances. That bothers me.

Monday Market Combe

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Gathering of folk at the Monday Market in Combe.

Journal, 374th entry: Combe Market

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Diary

Dear Mother and Father,

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