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Eregion

Letters (2)

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Story

Dear Cae,

What do you mean, you are going on a birb bird rescue (sorry about that, Turdor jogged my arm)? Are you serious? I know I asked for cheerful stories... but come on. A happy picnic-trip to reunite a courier with her beloved dove sounds a bit far-fetched. I would have settled for an account of a good party!

Erion.

Listening to the Stones

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Screenshot: Event screen

Lothelian sits within the ruins of Gwingris, on the first leg of her journey East to the Golden Wood in the company of her mentors Annunghil and  Makanare, as well as many others.

In the Shadow of Hollin

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

When Aurineth and the others had set to Gwingris to search for her Dove, Alagos, Annúngil had headed South on his own to scout the paths that lead to the mountains. He took the old road, making good speed on horse. He kept an eye out for any bird, but he did not sight a single dove; there was an unnatural number of crebain.

Birds of a Feather

Author: 
Aurineth

Aurineth is about to leave Imladris to return to her home in Mithlond. Yet, before she leaves, she needs to find her dove, Alagos, who was lost in Eregion almost a year ago. A few friends and friends of friends have come to help her look.

The Eleventh Letter from Imladris

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

Dearest Gwanûr,

The news you sent in your letter greatly surprised me! I would not have left so far from home, indeed, if I knew that I could obtain a position as a courier so close to home. Who learned of it, you or Ada? Whoever it was, I am extremely grateful and I will hurry back west to begin. I think it will take me some time still for me to pack all my things and return.

"Captive" Guest.

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Braigion paid little heed to the tall elf riding ahead of him; the Avar merely sulked in frustration and sadness as the crazy horse he was forced to ride followed behind. It was a little better than being on foot, where every step would be extremely painful as a result from his foot nearly being chopped off by a bear trap. It started in the middle of the night, and Braigion was off hunting by the cover of darkness. The higher ones’ camp was a fair ways to the west, so he would not be seen and hopefully undisturbed by what seemed to be hunters…

"Hear my words..."

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Screenshot: General screen

((Screenshot from Skyrim, which belongs to Bethesda.))

Winter goes on and slow

The moon sails high and low

The breeze and winds blow...

 

Where this foreign land goes

I do not know

 

Grass and herb alike

Hear my words

O river and lake

Elenath Amrûn Adûn

Author: 
Being a Chronicle compiled by Rhavanielle

Anyone thinking the elves have seen and done it all may be astonished to discover that there are unplumbed mysteries, untrammeled wilderness and hitherto undiscovered kindreds. 

Avari on the Run (Reflecting on Things III)

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

"Hardly have I seen elves in months so close. The Vale, 'Imladris' they call it, it is not worth lingering in. Perhaps it is my own fault for not interacting, but I could not bring myself to expose my foreign nature to all those more learned and higher people.

I had found myself in another plain...filled with mutant men and giant fire worms. They lingered in the fallen 'ruins', the higher call the fallen 'buildings'. There were even some of the warriors of the High Elves in other ruins, but I kept my distance away from them.

Portrait of Tham Mirdan student

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