Mourning

Not Just A Sparrow

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Story

"Just take another step. Sometimes, that's all you can do, my sunshine. Is to just keep stepping."

In the Aftermath of the Battle

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Screenshot: General screen

Alromir mourns for his fallen comrades after the battle.

A Rainy Day: Bread

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Story

Bread, Stitches's horse, grunts softly and shakes out his long mane again, freeing it of the pesky drops of water that drizzle from the sky, only to have it dampen and soak once again mere moments later. He trots a hoof on the ground, as though trying to shake the attention of his companion. Stitches had been this way for some time, though it was different at first.

Where to go now?

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Diary

This entry is found scribbled in the margins of Lômizimril's research notes, the neat but rather small Tengwar hand written in slightly smudged ink on one of the various scrolls she carries in a case in her pack. A few lines seem to have neat, straight lines drawn through them, as if they were deliberated and later marked as invalid for one reason or another, like chiseling away the blocky imperfections of a half-finished sculpture. 

Fires of Home, Old and New: Part 2

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Story

The pillars of black smoke funneled together into the sky like a cluster of spears jutting into the earth. As Jonn reached the top of the last rocky hill, he saw where those “spears” converged: the small village where he had stayed peacefully for the past week. At the point where the spears of smoke ended, the fires began, flowing out like blood from a deep wound. Grass, straw, wood, and clay were the primary materials used to build the small group of crude huts making up the village. Everything burned or crumbled under the blazing heat.

Beneath Starlight

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Story

 The night was crisp and clear, the skies unobstructed by clouds, allowing the infinite stars above to shine their ethereal light down on those still walking the lowly earth. The traveler recognized a few of the larger constellations known to him, out of habit and with awe at the immensity of the heavens.

Remembrance Gift

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Story

   Days later, the traveler sat in a field just outside Bree, again. He'd found a patch of wildflowers still clinging to warmth before autumn's first frost obliterates hope, and he crouched centered within them.

   He plucked the blooms one by one, as near to the ground as his fingers could find, so that they retained their long green stems. The stems he tied together, loosely, for he was not a weaver but just a man lost in reverie.

   With each dreaming bond, he saw the same young woman with scarlet hair and wide, curious eyes.

Set Adrift

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Story

   At day's end, as the sky turned to muted shades of ember, the traveler beside the river's edge sat contemplatively beneath a bowed sapling. Weary, grey-green eyes focused on nothing except those things that were left to memory – so much so, that he took no notice of a doe and her fawn that had come to drink. The wind blew gustily, rustling the heavy hood of his cloak, the faded fabric caressing the sun-darkened cheek of his face. 

The graveyard

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"Da always worried that one day he'd pass alone.  Well I arrived late on his part, put in an abandoned graveyard.  How fitting for the lonely man he really was.  How could I not see his pain?"  ~Cassiah.

The Memory of Karbazîr

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Conceptual
Karbazîr,
Were my beliefs wrong? My credence forbidden? It was but a concept of affection.
The songs I sung soothed the surrounding angst.

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