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Bree

A Pleasant View

Submitted by Gwenbur on April 19th, 2010
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After experiencing the horrors in what once was Greenwood the Great, Gwenbur finds the town of Bree and its views a pleasant change.

In the Pony

Submitted by Gwenbur on April 19th, 2010
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Gwenbur rests in the Prancing Pony upon her return from Mirkwood.

On the way to Bree

Submitted by Paganita on April 15th, 2010
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It was an ordinary shiny day in Shire. I was working on farmlands as usual. There are generally lots of people working on Shire farmlands from different nationalities. Because Shire has the best soil to farm. Whatever, I saw an elf talking with a group of hobbit and men next to workbench. He was showing them a receipt and saying that it is the best cook ever. First time in my life I was very happy to be a burgler. But of course I didn't burgle his receipt I just wanted to see. Sneaky I went close to him and noted down to a parchment I have. Here you can see

Daigan's book, entry '101'

Submitted by Daigan on April 14th, 2010
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''And the truth always comes to light.. I never decided to give it any attention in my writing, but they finally pushed it to the limit. And here I thought Drevorin was my only enemy, but alas, I had to find it much closer. Ilaru has finally shown to what harlot she has turned into. A heartless shrew she has now become, trying to feed this into Blodwynn's mind. Empty promises are made, about protecting Blodwynn, making sure Drevorin will not show up anymore.. Who are they kidding? Themselves? She's a fool and thinks she has outgrown her mangled being, but she hasn't.

The Dress.

Submitted by Joy on March 18th, 2010
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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.

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Daigan's book, entry '2'.

Submitted by Daigan on February 25th, 2010
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''Night is falling, so I can only write untill the light dims. They got me past those highwaymen with fair ease, but I can still hear them scream as my guardians fell them with their blades. It was quite a horrifying sound. We've reached the borders of Rhovanion. I am little aware of how we got here this fast as I did not have time to pay attention to where we were headed, but today they told me where we were. None of them have told me their names, though all six of them seem equally skilled with blade and bow. I wonder if they work for the same people as I do?

Daigan's book, entry '1'.

Submitted by Daigan on February 25th, 2010
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''Today I woke up with a terrible headache. Did I have another one of my nightmares? I don't know... They seem so real lately.. Perhaps they are trying to tell me something. I found another letter, slipped underneath my door. I recognized the seal immediately, would I have to leave once more? It was a dark red, wax seal. The image displayed in the wax was that of two swords crossing one another, with an eagle behind it spreading It's wings. Did he enjoy his power? Does he abuse it? He has no care for our own physical and weary state. Why would he, we're his puppets after all.

Of Family, continued.

Submitted by Joy on February 10th, 2010
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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.

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Father and Daughter

Submitted by Gwenbur on January 11th, 2010
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Gwenbur spends some much-loved quality time with her father, Erolamir.

The Death of Ada.

Submitted by Joy on January 7th, 2010
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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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