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Éadrandr smiled as the shadow of the East Gate passed over him. It was a mixed smile, that at the surface showed a man happy with returning to Bree, but it masked a nervousness. The Northman's hands jostled with the reins as his mount tramped into Bree with a cacophony of clomping hooves on cobbled stones. The steed was new to him, only taken from Viduward in Rhovanion for his return journey West, after his beloved Fleotend had died but a few days short of Éadrandr's home town.

Of motherhood - One year after the birth of Hjotr.

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The wind had picked up, warm gentle gusts making their way down Bree’s dusty streets. The rustle and clapping of washing strung from window to window created its own rhythm above her head. Joy leant against the stone wall surrounding the market square, Hjotr nestled against her chest, bound by cloth. That rustling of linen above lulled her into distant memories as she awaited Kip, the grocer, with the parceling up of her goods.

Joy

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Artwork: Painting
Source: 
Portrait of Joy, by me

The Weeping Hobbit, Poetry From 1388-93, Poem Four: The Depressed

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Poetry

“Oh, I can never be happy again

nor can I ever be a Dad,

thus Death had much to gain.

Am I mad?

 

Strange Visitor; Joyous Reunion

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Diary

Ah, diary, it has been long since I had the sense to write in you, more than a few miserable words. Do forgive me. I have been at work again, a proper creative work: a ballad to record the deeds of hir Themodir. I felt that, should he be found alive, dead, or not at all, it would be well to have a record of his valour.

Favors given, not recived.

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Diary

Bree, maybe this was not so great idea to settle here where eastern practices are so new to this folk. Book of Pleasing, that set up practice of companions and entertainers in Gondor, is largely unknown here. Someone called Maedlyn a wench last night, such disgrace! I can only comfort my little songbird they are ignorant fools, not knowing of what is meaning of our practice of Pleasing. 

Strange as news from Bree

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Diary

A hundred roofs and chimneys, highlighted by the rising moon ensnare my eyes as the west-gate locks behind me. The road ahead becomes strangely compelling, climbing eastwards through the town, leading my eyes to the looming Menelvagor glittering in the night sky, guarding ceaselessly over the homes of these men. The rustic air is strong here as I wander up the paved street and processions of creaking wood and sharp snaps follow my strides from the many window shutters eitherside. The Swordsman becomes my only companion along this lonely road.

The Dress.

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Story

It was closely coming round to that time of year. The heat of the sun finally piercing the frost of the morning and encouraging flowers to blossom and leaves to grow. The home had remained almost the same, except for the traces of Drandr dotted hither and thither. He had left that morning to run a few errands, and with the thud of the door closing; the house cast within itself a shadow and a feeling of cold. Emptiness.

Of Family, continued.

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Story

Perhaps it was the sheer length of time she had spent here, or rather; the amount she had spent pouring over endless repetitive entries in numerous binds; but these four walls had started to encroach, in a rather annoying fashion.

The Death of Ada.

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Story

The gentle cawing of birds sifted through the open pane. The scent of a spring morn and grass clearing the dust and cobwebs. Joy awoke as the breeze drifted across her skin, raising her head from the table which had left its grain upon her cheek. The house was relatively still, which she was thankful of; it meant she had not overslept, or so the thoughts told her as they ran about her still sleep ridden mind. She was exhausted but she was able to find the effort to raise herself from her chair and wander over toward the bedroom.

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