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Parnard

An Overnight Halt in The Shire.

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We rode on. I had expected the further north we travelled the colder it would become. To some extent that was true, but it snowed less and the sky was more of a watery pale blue-grey. Even such little light was welcome. As we drew nearer to Bree we were passed on the road by two travelling groups. One consisted of cozily garbed Dwarves, who made a brief but polite acknowledgment to us, as we did to them. 

Almost Home

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Into the land that the Halflings called the ‘Green Hill Country’ we rode, the horses speeding up to a canter as we passed a few small villages to our right, hiding now in the misty early evening, their window lamps being the only sign of life. It was an evening to be indoors, though it was nowhere near as bitter as it had been in Cardolan. Off the road we traveled uphill, winding our way through closely growing trees above Woodhall. Then there came the clearing.

Snow in Cardolan

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We travelled slowly uphill, past the Stonecrop Encampment where we had arranged to meet up with Captain Culufinnel and along the road towards Herne. He was waiting by the crossroads there, and looked as if he may have been for some time. The Captain let out a single deep sigh of relief as he saw us, the warmth from which misted the air before him, showing pale against the leaden sky.

Out of the Marsh: Part Two

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“To the sward, and to warmth and life.”

I had a vision of both Parnard and Estarfin racing for blankets, making a fire and sitting as close to it as they could without catching alight. The bitter cold was now pushing them beyond reasoned actions. But it was a foolish thought. None of us would be running anywhere. 

Warming Flame

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We three huddled around the small, warming fire,wrapped in blankets and winter cloaks. It would take a little more time, but already Estarfin was shivering less. The precious miruvor was doing its work.

Picture by Estarfin. 

Tale: 'Out of the Marsh: Part Two.'

Too Cold to Move

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It was too cold to move. The shore was there, indeed, I had taken my shift, which was wrapped around my head to keep it dry, and thrown it onto the mossy sward of the land. Then I had done the same with Estarfin's shirt. But it had exhausted me. Throwing two light weight pieces of clothing had exhausted me.

We had all drawn to a halt. Even Parnard, who was the least affected by the inclement weather. 

"Come, m-meldanya, it is not far." I urged Estarfin. He just stood there shaking, his eyes glazed. 

Out of the Marsh

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Estarfin kicked some loose soil into the dying embers of the fire to smother it. Time to move on. 

Into the Marsh: Part Two

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Into the Marsh: Part One

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We led rather than rode the horses down to the old broken bridge. The water was slow and low enough to ford at that point, though perhaps not in times of heavy rain. 

“Did my brother cross the river?” Culufinnel asked, as we became aware of a group of six men watching us closely from the shadows of the ruins. 

The Dwarf and the Ring: Part Two.

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Estarfin readied his shield and spear and headed straight at Naraal, determined the Corsair would die this time. He had eluded the Noldo in Nan Wathren. It would not happen again. The man was responsible for Danel’s capture, apparently enthralled by her, and dared to touch her. She had struck him in return, but such an affront to her, to any lady of his people, could only result in this. The Dwarf could wait a little while for his turn to die.

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