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Imladris

A Lost Oath

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Story

Nelnardis took a long mouthful from the bottle of wine. She was sitting on the grass behind her house in Imladris. Not bothering to replace the cork, she set down the green bottle, focusing her attention on the journal on her lap.

Cleansed Spirits

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Challenging the Lords

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Story

The stories are never enough.

No matter how famous people are, their skill can be only verified and experienced in a personal encounter.

"How much longer?"

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Story

Near the midway point of this pointless challenge, 

"One humiliation deserves another."

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Undómion listened to the bonfire as the elf Ráolor demanded...as part of a challenge he made of the blinded elf. Undómion too made a demand (or challenge), for Ráolor to walk blinded for one week, while during that time Undómion was to remain in front of the fire and listen to its crackling flames.

A Message

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Undómion let his fingers drift over a  parchment with thick lines of ink, enough so it could be felt. 'Reading' the message, it made him smile faintly.

The fledglings are beginning to attempt flight, it is a pleasure to know they will leave the nest! None have been injured so far, though I am at their aid should such event come to pass. The Mellyrn leaves will turn to gold eventually; quite soon, unless they change early this year.

The Ninth Letter from Imladris

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Diary

Dear Gwanûr,

Familiar Song

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Undómion listened to the sounds in the night within the Valley of Imladris. Memories swarmed through his mind, despite not now being able to see the refuge...the last remains of Eregion. Yet the refuge still stood strong, beautiful, and hidden from the rising enemy.

The white raptor tugged on the elf's special necklace; prodding him a slope was close. Undómion merely smirked.

A Last Look

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Story

The weather was seasonably warm and the windows had been thrown open to let the breeze into the lofty hall, where the students sat attentively at their tables. Eliriael stood at the front, her summer-green robes billowing at her feet and yellow wildflowers tucked neatly into her hair. She had a couple sheafs of parchment that fluttered with the breeze in her delicate hands, as she spoke to the students.

I Tínendirn - The Horse and the Rider

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The sun slowly came up and the Vale of Imladris started lighting up. After his meeting with Faorie, Thendryt had walked Bovad over the bridge and around the settlement.
They stopped on a height that overlooked the entire Vale. A gentle breeze lifted his cloak slightly from the ground.
There was a slight mist forming around the Elven architecture, and around the rivers around it. Thendryt realized that the scenery was something that his own kind would write poems and sing songs about.

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