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Letters: The Fourth. To Estarfin of Thargelion, now in Imladris.

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The fourth and final letter I would send before I departed Tum Escal, took longer than the rest. In part that was simply because it was to Estarfin, but also because I thought long on what I would tell him of my present situation. Had he been there, that I could speak with him in person, I would have told all, gauging his mood and reaction that I caused him no anguish. But I would not be able to see his face, nor hear his tone of voice. So it was I wrote less than I would have wished.

Letters: The First. To Telpenaro in Imladris.

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I wrote four letters well before midday.

One was to Estarfin, reaffirming my intent to remain in middle-earth as long as he did. There had been no response to my first letter, but then I could not be certain he had even received it. He could possibly be out of the Vale. He could possibly not know what to reply. Such would not surprise me, for I had been more blunt than was my usual want. But now in addition, I wished him to know my present plans and thoughts. I would never again have him believe I had deserted him.

To Follow

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The map had made no mention of this place. An looming stone shape stood before him, dark and forbidding. He dismounted carefully from the bay mare, ensuring his boots made as little noise as possible on the loose scree outside the squat ruin. He whispered a word of caution to the tired horse, patting her mane as he did so. Drawing his sword from the plain leather scabbard at his side, he stalked up the shallow incline towards the dark entrance of the grey stone structure.

Followers of Finwë

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For a moment, memories arose…

More than six thousand years ago, in the age of the Noldor, they had dwelled in Beleriand, the mighty realm between the Ered Luin and the grinding ice of the Helcaraxë.

The Eleventh Letter from Imladris

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Dearest Gwanûr,

The news you sent in your letter greatly surprised me! I would not have left so far from home, indeed, if I knew that I could obtain a position as a courier so close to home. Who learned of it, you or Ada? Whoever it was, I am extremely grateful and I will hurry back west to begin. I think it will take me some time still for me to pack all my things and return.

Art of being Daegond

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Daegond looked up. The grey overcast was visible from where he sat, in the main inner courtyard of Elrond’s house.

He always wondered why this last homely house had a roof after all. If they are to leave the alley without one, just to keep the fountain refreshed in every rain, why on earth they bothered themselves to stack shingles on elsewhere? It was getting water from all sides.

Journey to the Drownholt - Saying Farewell

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Journey to the Drownholt - Gathering for the Journey

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Wavering Thoughts

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The sun was sinking below the horizon, bathing the ruins in a soft red glow. Its rays gave some final warmth before the darkness of the night took over. Gwingris was more occupied today than usual with a group of travelers who had just come from Imladris. They sat beside the fire now, sharing its warmth and a kettle of herbal tea. Some of them had stepped aside to stand watch or speak with the inhabitants of Gwingris. At this time, Eliriael broke away from the group quietly and inquired into borrowing writing instruments and the use of a messenger bird.

Norliriel's Flight

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Oh, Diary! How long have I been unwilling to touch your pages, to record what has really happened?

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