Finchley

Get him!

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Another Day in Gondor

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Something's in the Darkness

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Hope and Moonlight

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The moon was just rising over the Isla of Tol Lochul as Finchley stalked her prey, moving soundlessly, barely breathing. Her small fists were tight with concentration as she moved, step by step, closer to her quarry. Everything depending upon her being able to approach without alerting resistance. Finally, she saw her moment as a cloud passed in front of the bright moon, and Finchley slowly stepped up behind Xandilif and peered over her shoulder. "... Whatcha doin', Lif?"

The Finch and the Banshee

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The Conference

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Travel Itinerary and Parcels for Miss Finchley

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The following details the appearance and content of the package given to Finchley by Cesistya for her journey to Gondor. The package consists of three items: an Itinerary, a Linen Letter, and a Red Letter.

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Company at the Campsite

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Kalastara and Ingihana have some unexpected company at their hilltop campsite.

Letters and Feathers

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A letter written on fine Elven parchment, sent from Rivendell by carrier hawk. The penmanship is steady but not especially fine, and the spelling is mostly correct...

Dear

Dearest?

To Finchley,

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.

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