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The Last Days of Summer

Submitted by Lovejoy on August 28th, 2025
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With the summer days waning there is a distinct chill in the air, ushering in the signs of autumn. Lovejoy and his faithful companion make the most of what little warmth is left in the Bree-fields before the leaves begin to turn.

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The Never-Ending Journey of Lovejoy and Rover

Arrival at Towerglan

Submitted by Lovejoy on August 25th, 2025
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Enough is enough! For too long has Lovejoy been living in a confined, stuffy room above the workshop in Bree. It’s high time he found himself a suitable place to settle, but that won’t be easy. On his travels, he chanced upon what was once, no doubt, a remarkable home. The location was perfect, within spitting distance of the road to Bree. This was it, this was the place!

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The Never-Ending Journey of Lovejoy and Rover

Brief reunion

Submitted by Raffles on May 2nd, 2025
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Story

"Unbelievable" Raffles muttered, for maybe the fifth time in as many minutes, as he watched the three goblins bickering.

"It's wearing my hat... my actual hat" almost trying to convince himself that what he was seeing was real as he crept closer...

"Ow comes you strutting around like the Goblin King with that 'at on eh?"

"Shut up, you're just jealous... it wouldn't look as good on you anyway" responded the hat wearer curtly

"I dont reckon it counts as official uniform" sniffed another

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The collected journey's, adventures and other encounters of Raffles, a Hobbit abroad in Bree-Land

Return to the marshes

Submitted by Raffles on May 2nd, 2025
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'Not again' Raffles groaned... he wasn't quite sure how Eldo had persuaded him to head out into the marshes again... yet here he was... and true to form he was lost... well lost-ish.

He'd just slipped making his escape from particularly agitated sickle fly, and was now sat at the bottom of a small hill, his trousers sodden, and his hat a way off, near the top of the slope.

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The collected journey's, adventures and other encounters of Raffles, a Hobbit abroad in Bree-Land

The collected journey's, adventures and other encounters of Raffles, a Hobbit abroad in Bree-Land

Submitted by Raffles on May 2nd, 2025
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Raffles

Being all manner of thoughts, stories and happenings from my travels around Bree-Land.

From Belfalas to Evendim

Submitted by Fingeleth on April 17th, 2025
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♦

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The Black Steel
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Tales of the Scholars of the Library of Saphadzîr

A homecoming

Submitted by Evonne on March 25th, 2025
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The road home was a long one, and not without its travails: between Glad Ereg, on the edge of Hollin, and the villages of southern Bree-land lay something like a hundred leagues, as the crow flies, by Evonne’s own estimate - based on her battered bundle of maps, gathered in Bree and Rivendell.

Kinship/Band link: 
The Black Steel
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A Neverending Journey

Evonne's expedition diary: Day 13

Submitted by Evonne on February 10th, 2024
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Diary

Day 13

The key might lie in the Wovenvales. Keep the box a secret.

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The Black Steel
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Evonne's journal: the Lone-lands expedition
A Neverending Journey

The Hammer of Chetwood Forest: Part I

Submitted by Durlston on January 17th, 2024
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In the boarders Far Chetwood, a marauding band of orcs had made camp and settled, posing a dire threat to the people of Bree. So bold they were that they roamed the lands openly, both day and night, preying on unwary travellers and farmlands dotted across the Bree-fields. They were merciless, cruel and ruthless. Rather than take prisoners, they sought to strike horror into the hearts of their enemies by mounting their heads on spikes. Action was required, although it may be too late.

Kinship/Band link: 
The Black Steel
Chronicle link: 
The Tales of the Exiled Knight

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