The days wore on with the quiet rhythm I had grown to trust , the creak of leather straps, the ring of axe on wood, the whisper of wind through the high grass. Eomen stayed. That, in itself, told me more than his words ever could.
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Green Dragon Friday (weekly hobbit event) July 3rd, 2026 |
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Grand Hobbit Summer Picnic July 5th, 2026 |
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Hobbit Historical Field Trip: Girdley Island July 18th, 2026 |
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Merchant's Guild Council Meeting July 25th, 2026 |







