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Grief

The Weeping Hobbit, Poetry From 1388-93, Poem Two: The Angered

Submitted by Dorso on December 26th, 2015
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Poetry

“Who was it that turned them away? I will find he!

Who was it that turned them away? I will not let you be free!

I will hunt the cause of this departure with my greatest strength,

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The Weeping Hobbit, Poetry From 1388-92

The Weeping Hobbit, Poetry From 1388-93, Poem One: The Shocked

Submitted by Dorso on December 22nd, 2015
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Poetry

“How can it be? For my love to die?

How can it be? And all I can do is mournfully sigh. 

I would have climbed a great hill or fend off many a shrew,

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The Weeping Hobbit, Poetry From 1388-92

The Weeping Hobbit, Poetry From 1388-92

Submitted by Dorso on December 22nd, 2015
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Author: 
Dorso Bracegirdle.

A compilation of poems, written during the period of Dorso's life where he was mourning for the deaths of his wife - Heather Chubbs, and his son - Teddy Bracegirdle. This book has a number of poems - each dealing with a different section of grief that Dorso has experienced.

My innermost thoughts, XIII. - Lost.

Submitted by Seaver on October 1st, 2015
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

I am unable to sleep, I have not eaten. My only companion the whiskey gifted me by a friend, I have narrowed it down to one or two suspects. I see the look in her eyes, I can guess as to her thoughts though she does not speak of them. Pacing up and down of a night as she does in that farmhouse of hers. Will she back me?

Manadhlaer Grieving

Submitted by Manadhlaer on June 15th, 2015
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Artwork: Drawing

Manadhlaer, bundled in a robe but insisting that she keep Themodir's gift -- the diamond brooch -- pinned to it, weeps alone in her rooms. Her silver betrothal ring is seen on her left hand, while the gold wedding band is newly placed on her right. Once the words were pronounced and each lover's champion consented to the marriage, and his bride put the gold ring on his finger, Themodir told Manadhlaer he had always loved her and then died on the stone pathway.

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Vanimar
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Misty Mountains Campaign

Seven Winds across the land

Submitted by Yorva on December 18th, 2014
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Located in remote mountains at the dwarven outpost of Othrikar there stands a small library, on a table several scrolls are scattered to be read freely by possible passers by. The author may be assumed to have forgotten about leaving them out.

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The Stoneheight Cycle

Meadowyn's Sadness

Submitted by Meadowyn on March 29th, 2014
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Artwork: Drawing

In the past days Meadowyn has become grieved. She hides it well, yet she cannot hide it from all, especially those whom are close to her. However, neither of them dare to ask of what ails her, for they all know that the stubborn shieldmaiden would give them no answer.

 

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Of Meadred's Sons and Daughters

Of Grief-Torn Confines

Submitted by Malaiten on October 18th, 2012
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Poetry

Everything into the Dark

Speak of me, and I shall appear
Remnant of the past
Ghost lingering through regret
Voicing concern, trod not the path of my choosing
For given time, you would face me
And thus, face the furnance

Vicissitudes of Fate

Nineteenth Devotion - Something Unlike of Minyelaírë

Submitted by Daerundros on June 26th, 2011
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Story

Sorrow. Woe and Sorrow. I did not know how to respond once I heard the news that Vardarianna had been captured.
"WHAT?!" I yelled, my voice carrying over the passages of Tâl Bruinen, I shook my head in anger, "B-but how?!"
Minyelaire did not respond, instead staring at me, intently yet...-
A sight which I was never prepared for took hold of my thoughts. In Horror and shock, I watched, as the proud Kinn-lai Huntress folded herself in defeat before me, sobbing hysterically, vulnerable, exposed, and defeated.

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