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Order of the Hammer

At Long Last, a Confession

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After facing great danger, and a moment in which each member of the company felt that they were trapped alone in a void of darkness, Arradril and Branalph at last confess to each other that each feared losing the other more intensely than they held any other fear in that moment. While no particular conclusion has yet been drawn by the pair, there is a definite feeling of relief and a certain spring in their step as they each step through the spring.

Thus Spoke Branalph aka He Said What?

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A note given to Filegris for the eyes of Arradril:

My Bow-Bending Colleague,

The sorrows of the Eldar may be never-ending, but receiving your missive lessened my particular sorrow upon its reading.

I thank you for your kind words on the occasion of my oath-taking. Yours was a face I would have enjoyed seeing at the ceremony, but the nature of duty being what it is - and one I understand and fully endorse - I took no offence by your absence.

A Note and a Small Gift

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This note was found on Branalph's pillow the night following his Oath-taking, in which he became a full member of Vanimar. It was placed next to a leaf wrapped around half a dozen wafers of lembas.

Aiya Varandalqua!

Nobody Wants To Make This Report

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The prisoner from Dunland promised to show a cave in the foothills of the Hithaeglir that her accomplice was supposed to be using to enter Imladris. She did show off the cave, and she also led the group to a stone circle with some strange artifacts buried in it... but her odd behavior on this occasion culminated in a terrifying, unforeseen dénouement. Absolutely nobody present, dogs included, wants to make this report to Lord Tindir -- although it will probably fall to Quartermaster Golvagor, as the ranking House member present.

To Be Polite

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Long had Arradril been thinking -- or so it seemed to her -- over the question of what sort of gift she might find or make for Branalph, survivor of the ruin of Nargothrond and lately recruit of the Order of the Hammer. It was merely polite, after all. He had given her the pretty purple feather that reminded her of younger days. So etiquette, for surely that was all that it was, would seem to demand some sort of token in return.

Findings From the Fallen

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Well, Diary, a thorough search of Themodir's house -- I must get in there to clean it more often; the drake trophies in particular look as if they were slain by dust -- revealed none of the missing ledger pages. I had not really thought they might be there, but every possibility must be examined. I suppose that I wanted his guidance, even the faint scent of his presence -- the imprint of his fëa upon the things he handled and touched.

Crafting at the Forges

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Branalph happened on Arradril among a small group of crafters at the Forges of Imladris. She was working a hide into leather to make a new quiver, so intent on her task that it took her quite a while to look up and notice him. He found her fiercely intent concentration oddly appealing.

Teamwork: Black and Indigo

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When the great beast leapt at Branalph, Arradril shot forward, blades flashing, in case the hammer fell amiss. She need not have worried: the House will dine well on Branalph's kill. (The thoughts of the goat on this occasion are not recorded.)

Boar's Rush

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The boar may rush at Branalph -- a warrior of the First Age, yet also a modern-day warrior -- perilously close to what Men call Rivendell, but Branalph has already calculated his swing. Beneath the trees of the High Moor, the last of the moving pictures in the boar's small brain will be the caress of steel -- unless Arradril can make time stand still and plant her arrow closer to the heart.

I DO like those apples. VERY MUCH!

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Content of note slid under the door of Arrow Hall:

I am as intrigued by your wager and your offer of diversion as much as your bold attempt at stealth and the placement of your missive. I admit for a moment that I believed a serpent had nestled its way into my boot!

I doubt not your prowess with a bow; and am eager to see it firsthand. I am of a mind to let you bring down our quarry as to leave such matters to me and my hammer would result in overly-tenderized meat.

As you have correctly observed, it would be impossible for us to soon forget the cheese.

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