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Poems

A Riddle, and Run of Clues

Submitted by Gaelhadhir on July 7th, 2024
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Poetry

R:

No key, this,

by no ring hung:

held aloft,

and with pride

loud-sung!

 

Opposed pride

so-rendered unstung.

 

Thus way is given,

and more than way:

kinship and fealty

play part in this lay.

 

C. I:

Yet not overlong.

For pride - even well-tended

- unchecked,

needs cause much

be broken,

be mended.

 

C. II:

What bites itself,

as stubborn buckle-strap?

A Riddle, and Brace of Clues

Submitted by Gaelhadhir on June 13th, 2024
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

R.:

From bearded mouth, a hope to glean;

its rede: to keep its host unseen.

Water issued to those water-keen,

succour offered to those dread-fleeing.

Water only now held aloft:

What is the name of this proud mouth?

 

C. I:

Which Ulmo booned, afore its need.

Toothless not, 'midst wind-sung beard.

What bonds proclaimed; what deeds slept near!

What songs thereby the eld did hear!

 

C. II:

In peace a charm, in war held the least,

its swallowing-up:

(Poem) The Nimrodel Falls

Submitted by Airanor on December 9th, 2023
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When the mellyrn sowed gold in all darkness deep

Alone Nimrodel walked in bare light feet

Shadow and strife she could no longer stand

Since in grief was her heart and the end was at hand

 

Hvernig það kom til

Submitted by Torgrun on October 25th, 2021
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

A wrought iron tablet that has the runes of the Northmen gouged deep into its surface.

Whoever went through the trouble of fashioning it must clearly have wished for the recorded tale to stand the test of time.

 

Chronicle link: 
Mögla

Mögla

Submitted by Torgrun on October 25th, 2021
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Author: 
Torgrun, son of Svanner

In the cold, hungry and lonesome drudgery that charaterizes life in the wildlands, one may find comfort in things of beauty: creatures of the earth and water, views worthy of song, the endless sky and wordplay by fire.

Picnic on a Cool Summer Day

Submitted by Syllea on July 7th, 2021
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Story

The young girl sat under her tree, parchment on her lap, Cat taking a nap next to her. Syllea’s own eyes were shut as she gripped the pen in her hand. The breeze blew across her, and her long brown hair flowed behind her. It was times like these where the teenager looked like a princess, instead of the orphaned girl she truly was; her hair flowed like a chocolate river, her skin glistened in the sunlight, her small smile shining with love and kindness. The girl opened her bright, emerald green eyes and looked around.

Kinship/Band link: 
Lost Ones
Chronicle link: 
Lost Ones and perhaps now found.

Aurthiel's Songbook

Submitted by Aurthiel on April 14th, 2021
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Author: 
Aurthiel

A published songbook, fanciful and elegant, likely found in an elven library. Complete with notes and music sheets, these are the songs the hiril Aurthiel have written or adapted as a minstrel.

The Writings of a Child

Submitted by Syllea on February 28th, 2021
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Author: 
Syllea

A small rose colored book. Full of used and empty parchment. Where Syllea keeps her writings and poems that she hopes to someday show to all.

The Weeping Hobbit, Poetry From 1388-93, Poem Four: The Depressed

Submitted by Dorso on December 30th, 2015
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Poetry

“Oh, I can never be happy again

nor can I ever be a Dad,

thus Death had much to gain.

Am I mad?

 

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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.

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