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Discovering Forochel is quite hard if you are not used to the cold. No flowers at all! Well that is not completely true. There are snowdrop flowers. But still, most of the country is quite bear I think... bear did you see my joke. *chuckles*
Well I have met some bears in the snow, they have a real white fur! I thought for a few minutes that my brother Tor had multiplied himself!
Also, the sky is quite pretty that is!
I remember the days of Forochel all too well. For they are my most fond memories before I joined the Fateless Wanderers.
The tribes at first were untrusting, I am after all, one of the "Tall men". Day by day I earned their trust. For ten long years I did this and with each year passing I made more and more friends among them. In the end, before I headed home, I was made "Lossoth" by their chieftain. Accepted as one of their people after spending so long with them.
Somehow, Daphne had managed not to vomit, though it took most of her concentration to do so. She was vaguely aware of shouting, and she caught some words which had caused fury to rise within her again, before the feeling in her throat distracted her once again. Somehow, she was aware of a piece of paper as Furley slid it into her hand.
Forochel. It is not a place I venture to tread with a light heart, as Morgoth's frigid memory still lingers with enough potency to draw the spirit from my bones, but I know now I must lay eyes upon the lidless guardians that I left there so long ago.