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Just After

Submitted by Mattildah on September 30th, 2019
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Artwork: Drawing

Matt right after what happened to bring this memory:https://laurelinarchives.org/node/49246)
(To explain better, I see a sort of lost and bewildered look in her eyes there. Also a tad bit that seems like she's coming off of a rage. )

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https://www.artstation.com/artwork/R01we (Minor editing on my part)

And Into the Fire

Submitted by Drubainbess on February 24th, 2019
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Dim light. Voices. Flame crackling. Heat on her face. Odd echo in whatever room she was in. Dru’s eyes were not yet open, but she could feel herself in some sort of chair. She opened her eyes, lifting her head. Three men. Why did two of them seem somewhat familiar? Where was she? Her head ached. Her side throbbed. She barely made out what they said…but the one she did not recognize was kneeling before her chair. Why was he messing with her wrists? Chains.

Silence

Submitted by Arenborne on November 27th, 2016
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Pain. Unbelievable, agonising, burning pain. Then darkness.

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A Vow of Silence

A Vow of Silence

Submitted by Arenborne on November 27th, 2016
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Author: 
Arenborne

This is the story of Arenborn, and his journeys through life.

Cowardice

Submitted by Cassiah on October 4th, 2016
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Gods, I'm such a coward.

A coward hiding under thick skin.

I saw him and bolted.

​What is it going to take?

To keep my sanity in tact?

The Weeping Hobbit, Poetry From 1388-93, Poem Five: The Accepting

Submitted by Dorso on January 3rd, 2016
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Poetry

“For many a year, I have mourned.

For many a year, I felt like I was scorned.

But I’ve now come out of my shell,

and broke Death’s menacing spell.

Chronicle link: 
The Weeping Hobbit, Poetry From 1388-92

The Weeping Hobbit, Poetry From 1388-93, Poem Four: The Depressed

Submitted by Dorso on December 30th, 2015
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Poetry

“Oh, I can never be happy again

nor can I ever be a Dad,

thus Death had much to gain.

Am I mad?

 

Chronicle link: 
The Weeping Hobbit, Poetry From 1388-92

Battered and Bruised

Submitted by Nunen on August 17th, 2015
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After being treated for serious wounds and with some support, goes to rest at a newly purchased home.

She thought she was safe.

But she was wrong.

Once she was left at home tears fell down her face.

 

My innermost thoughts, VIII. - Screaming in my head.

Submitted by Seaver on July 11th, 2015
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Diary

The screaming in my head, it won't stop. I needed to get out of there, I am going mad. What am I doing... I must stop myself for her sake, I must. I must. 

Why do I even write here, They're reading my thoughts. They're reading my very thoughts.

I whet my appetite for blood, Washed my hands ritually before I went to see my love. She cannot suffer the weight of all that I am. I see it in her eyes. Her little face contorted with fear, the fear of being hurt. Of losing me. I cannot suffer the weight of it. 

Tears of the Shadow-fox

Submitted by Gwynedh on June 9th, 2014
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Gwynedh, once upon a time, drew pain from herself to put into another with the cold cutting of a knife down her forearms. Poorly bandaged, her arms began to grow useless and it seemed that they would never heal, as no one would help an Angmarim witch such as she. Daerusc, in one act of kindness, took her scars from her with his own sort of magic. That night, he shed tears for her, very rare for a man of such stature and poise, and Gwyn knew that he did indeed love her. 

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