Culir

The map (VI)

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Three days had passed and Hirgonui Curugirion gave us the news that there was as of yet no words from Culir, it worried me greatly that he had not heard anything from him. Hirgonui reassured me that there was nothing to worry about, he told me I should have faith in him, but most importantly he told me that I should believe in myself. I did not quite understand that sentiment. Surely it could be that if I were more confident I would view others the same way. I looked at Istuir and decided not to debate this.

The map (V)

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A few days later, my companions and I were entering Thamas Lorn again. I was lost in deep thoughts and this deep anger was filling my heart. I was so disappointed, angry, in rage and I could not really appear either serious or in calm manner. I was in disbelief held outside a meeting where they decide what our next move would be. The banner officers and commander Istuir decided the next immediate course of action without me. I am sure this was based on the private talk I had with Istuir by the Hoarwell river at Last bridge.

The map (III)

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I could hear the sound of sparing, swords being parried and coming together, faint whistles of the arrows hitting make shift targets. Our banners were preparing, Preparing for the worst. We hoped that our suspicions were wrong, we hoped that for once our insight would not be correct. Unfortunately we often were right in our conclusions. That's why we were heading towards Lone-lands with four banners, fifty wardens and fifty Ethiriath in total, we could not be too careful. Something in the air also told us something was stirring far north. Was it the smell? The silence?

The map (II)

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It was one of those rainy days, when I returned to Thamas Lorn with my report. Such a strange way to greet my home, my home, which is known for the most beautiful sunset in Middle Earth. Not even here things seemed to be normal. Although I was glad to see our Halls in the misty fog that cloaked the walls. My arrows were covered in blood, black raven blood. It made me think about that afternoon when I saw a cloud of black raven hasting above the barren lands of Lone-lands.

The Flower in the Trollshaws

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The Flower makes its way through the Trollshaws heading to Rivendell.

Report for Thamas Lorn. 1

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Diary

Dear Hirgonui Istuir

Hallothel's notes. page 5. Look ahead..

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Hallothel's notes. page 3.

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Diary

So many moons and suns has passed ever since I went to Echad Rond with my final training. My instructor and mentor Culir has been a true inspiration for me the last weeks. He has taught me so much that I never thought I could be able to learn at all. I learned to range areas in a constructive way both spiritual and physical. I have learned everything that is to know about maps, how to find directions, maps for several purposes. I also learned look up for traps and other traces from goblins and other foe's.

A Bridge Too Far

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Diary

Never did I believe that I would find myself comforted among the devices of the Enemy. But here we are, licking our wounds around a campfire among the Enemy's perch, and yet we quietly restrain our sense of triumph with grim thoughts of the coming trials. It's a sobering exercise. I sit here and write all that I can recall before my own unease and fatigue will lose them to sluggishness. 

Of Blood and Water

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Blood and water – so I beheld in the Great Hall as Aearandir tended to the cuts upon his hands, the scrapes and gashes upon his arms - so did my foresight warn me in vision brief of much blood to be spilt in days ahead, that no amount of water would assuage. Naught was there I could do to prevent that which nigh quailed my heart, save my very best to guide my herth to safety when it mattered most.
 
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