Winter

Winter Hunting

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As food and supplies are running low, some of the people of Bancross goes out for a hunt in the wintery Rohan forests, and will bring home moose and boar to feed the town. As always, they are all thankful and humbled after a grand hunt, knowing that taking the lives of a few beasts may feed many hungry mouths in the weeks and months to come.

A grand feast will be held upon their return, and the antlers will be set upon the wall as a trophy and rememberance of a successful hunt.

Into the Cold: Dreaming of the Battle

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Story

Into the Cold: A call from the Wild

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Story

The warmth of a firepit is of little solace up here in the mountains, where the wicked winter’s fist keeps the land in a firm and cruel grip. Wildermore has always been a “wild” place so to speak, for it is not the kind of land one would pass through easily and without purpose, and the people who do make their living here are hardened folk.

Verses from "The Long Night"

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Poetry

Some verses shared with Diruviel by a guest in Imladris many years past. She believes it is but a part of a longer poem celebrating midwinter. Perhaps she'll come across the rest of it one day, but for now, it brings cheer during the long, cold nights.

 

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"The Long Night"

 

Twilight growing, stars are twinkling

As they above in sky are winking

Mourning in the Winter (Final of the Season Sequence)

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Story

When winter spread to the Rhovanion, the window which Odwena stared out was shuttered closed. She was hidden from the world, and the world hidden from her. The only warmth came from weak candlelight, or a hearth too far from the bed.

From Spring comes Winter

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The tales of Odelynne's journey from her mother's illness and death to her flight from Rohan, and beyond.

Northdowns: Wayward Ranger Pt.1 The Hunt

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Story

A pair of dark grey eyes peered through the hood and mask, muffled steam rising with each breath as he broke a trail through the snow that gathered on the banks of the half frozen creek. It was quiet, the world crisp and white though he spotted a set of deer tracks that lead to and from the water’s edge. After refilling his waterskin, he made his way back up to higher ground, where the snow thinned, blown by the howling winds that brought the breath of ice down from Forochel.

Winter magic, No veren in oer Eruchúd!

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No veren in oer Eruchúd!

 

Merry Christmas and a happy new year!

A season clear

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Poetry

A season clear

 

When Arien’s heat is dim

And quickly through the sky she skims

Awards from Imladris Rhîw Mereth

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Lothoniel

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