Arahen

Xanderian's Journal - Entry 40

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Story

I have risen early, slipped into a robe and wandering up to the gleaming Dwarrow Mirror high above Tol Lochul to greet the dawn. Stars are still gleaming in the velvet blue sky as I reach my perch, arrange my implements, and begin to draft this account. 

Letter to Maddoct, from the Valley

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

[Enfolded with this letter is a flower of a sort that grows not in Men's lands, shed naturally from its vine before being pressed and dried; in appearance it resembles a bundle of dainty traveler's-joy but blue in color.]

 

Bíld son of Bóurr to Maddoct son of Haddoct, cheerful and affectionate greeting.

Loth-i-Lonnath Camping in the Lonelands

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After a long ride, traveling nearly week (IC), we found a suitable camp in the Lonelands. We sang songs, played music, and had many discussions around the campfire.

Loth-i-Lonnath Camping in the Trollshaws

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After unsettling reports from Ereimund's winged friends, we decided to make an early camp while Mithdirith scouts move on ahead.

Aeg's Diary - Entry 1 "Threats, Idiots and Love" ((Non canon for his story))

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

So I picked up an empty book today to start a diary, I needed somewhere to put my thoughts. This entry will be quite long as there is a lot to write about and I will be shortening most of the stories.

The Massacre:

A small gathering in Hûd i Eledhrim

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A small gathering in Hûd i Eledhrim, and a wondrous time for story-telling and music.

Meeting with an Avari

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Story

Lamaenon led Badhor into the stables nearby as the other elves of Arahen's garrison settled down to eat. Lamaenon had been a courier between Lothlorien and Imladris for years. Yet never had he met one of the Avari in the hills of Eregion, until today. Nor had he ever been on the other end of their ire. For all the patience he had with approaching the nomad, it almost saw him shot for the effort. Nay, that had been a warning shot. He was close enough that if the Avari wanted him dead as opposed to scared off, he would be.

Reflection at Mealtime

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Story

 Arahen smiled to herself, snickering behind her hand, drawing curious glances from her hosts as she sat at table with them. “I am sorry, friends. I am thinking again of the fey elf! And what a sight Lamaenon made as that strange one shot an arrow toward him.” The other elves of Echad Mirobel's garrison smiled politely in mild amusement.

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