Leoffrith

Letter to Lumina, from the High Pass

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Bíld son of Bóurr to Mistress Lumina wife of Leoffrith greeting!

Letter 13: The journey.

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Bíld son of Bóurr to Bóurr son of Bíld of Erebor, greeting and warmest affection.

The wedding of Lumina and Leoffrith

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Leoffrith is trying not to pace. The ruins, kind of lonely and noble in their austerity, let in the sunshine of a lovely day, but there's no decorations beyond the stones; all the celebration is to happen elsewhere, after the ceremony. Leoffrith fidgets in his gold-bedecked tunic.
Taite hobbles over the sunlit grass, smiling as the weather whispers of coming spring. Demurely holding up the front of her skirt a little, she pauses when she sees Leoffrith, then nods in relief when he invites her in.

Dreams becoming real

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Pretty soon all of Bree will know about the wedding what's been finally gave a date, as Lumina's put posters up, all writ up with her pretty letters with all manner of fancified swirls and suchlike.

Carrion and Further Partings

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Riding along the way from Edoras toward Marton was normally not so awful. Of course, she was usually aiming to bypass Marton, in case her welcome would have expired with Leoffrith's nominal exile, but this time she was planning to stop in on her way to Fréasburg.

What most made it awful was the fact that she couldn't really see Marton. Then, she started seeing scavengers. All sorts: four-legged, two-legged, winged, and some mounted. That and some traces of smoke from buildings that hadn't burnt out completely yet. This was a much more recent bit of devastation than what she'd encountered earlier at Langhold, and thus much more dangerous. Many of these scavengers were probably just the stragglers of the raid, still busy looting. And she was a big target. Well, mounted on one, at least.

Letters to an estranged daughter

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Having not much else to do for once, between storms and repair work, Marnewyn sat down with her daughter's writing desk and implements to write back to her, and hoped she'd catch a courier heading south  – which might even be the same one as had brought her letter north. Failing that, she'd have something written for when more people would travel in the spring.


Dear Adri,

A Yule gift for Lumina

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Carved from a rare red-brown wood from Rivendell, this songbird is made of two parts, body and legs, so that the bird can pivot. Hidden inside it are tiny silver bells which both serve as a counterweight, making it bobble when tapped, and let out a tiny melodious song while it does. It also has a carved base of local light-colored pine with beveled edges to sit on.

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my own work

Yuletide has turned out merry

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I reckoned that Yuletide would be busy and merry and full of too much to keep up with, but it's actually been more quiet than any other time of year, so much it's been lonesome some times, and foul at others. But in the end it's come out merry after all, more merry'n I could ever have hoped for!

The Yule Supper At The Knotwood Boarding House

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(Thanks so much to everyone who came by and made this such an incredibly fun event!!) 

Warm days and cold nights

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Been a while where I weren't goin' so often to the Pony on account there was supper waitin' for me back home, now Lumina lives there with me, but she been away a little while now doin' some business of her own -- not sure what, maybe her healer work. So I'm back to having supper at the Pony most nights, and sometimes lunch too, and so I been seein' other folk, which has been nice.

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