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Diary Entry (Two)

Submitted by Mormerildes on April 20th, 2020
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Diary

This diary is dated for the previous evening.

I did not think my heart could yet feel the same love that it did once before.

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Mor's Journal

Mor's Journal

Submitted by Mormerildes on April 17th, 2020
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If found, please return this diary to Mormerildes.

A collection of diary entries from the elf of Mirkwood, Mormerildes. She chronicles day-to-day and major events of her life here.

Ponderosa's Travel Diary

Submitted by Ponderosa on April 15th, 2020
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Ponderosa

A travelogue by Ponderosa, a friendly and persistent young hobbit.

22nd of Wintring, Dusk, Licking Wounds

Submitted by Aplin on February 13th, 2020
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Diary

The charcoal strokes of a neat hand run across a page of parchment toward the center of the journal. Slightly smudged, yet legible.

22nd of Wintring, Dusk, Licking Wounds

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The Pocket Notebook of One Miss Appoline Whitethorn

The Pocket Notebook of One Miss Appoline Whitethorn

Submitted by Aplin on February 13th, 2020
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Aplin Whitethorn

The scribblings, sketches, and writings of Aplin Whitethorn, faithfully bound and kept in her inner coat pocket at all times. The reader of this journal will be made privy to her innermost thoughts, fears, and misadventures otherwise kept secret from the fair folk of Bree-town. As her wanderings grow, so shall the pages of this chronicle. 

Wyck's doodles and scribblings

Submitted by Wyck on January 7th, 2020
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Wyck

Wyck's notebook is an old worn thing. It's a complete mess of everything from hastily scribbled notes on flora, fauna and history, to pressed flowers, old coins and miticulous drawings of scenery and people.

In this book Wyck chronicles most everything he sees and experiences, to a surprising amount of detail in some cases. 

The journal of a wandering Horse-lord. Seventh entry.

Submitted by Gamferth on February 24th, 2019
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Diary

Dwimordene we called that forest north of Riddermark between the river Anduin and the Misty Mountains. As children we were told to stay away from there because Elves lived there and their Queen and that they meant us harm, and that the forest itself was haunted.

Kinship/Band link: 
Men of the Mark
Chronicle link: 
The journal of a wandering Horse-lord

Chapter I 4 Baradhroc

Submitted by Kevon on October 27th, 2018
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Diary

I left the next day, without wasting time. It was still raining, my clothes had not had time to dry during the short night. This day was still long and I had to cross the Shire as soon as possible, since the day of the rendezvous was getting closer. It was during this monotonous march under the greyness, which did not honor the green hills of the country, that I began to ask myself serious questions about what was waiting for me beyond the land of halflings. Will I be accepted? How will my comrades be? What will I do if I have to turn back in these lands that I do not know?

Kinship/Band link: 
The Battalion - (disbanded)

Chapter I 3 The Shire

Submitted by Kevon on October 26th, 2018
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Earth! After a good breath, I decided to leave the waters and these pirates, to launch me without losing time towards Evendim. It was raining. And I still had to leave Ered Luin on my steed, cross the Shire obliquely, then cross the northern border to arrive in Evendim. This part of the trip would probably be more pleasant, with a tavern where human warmth and a good meal would wait for me almost every night.

Kinship/Band link: 
The Battalion - (disbanded)

Chapter I 2 The journey

Submitted by Kevon on October 25th, 2018
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Diary

Finally decided, I wandered a few days on the docks of Dol Amroth in search of a boat that could bring me closer to Eriador. I ended up taking a place on a 300-ton brig-schooner, which is fifty meters in length, laden with meat, cloth, and around fifty crew members of the most abject scum. The sailors do not really frighten me to tell the truth, on the other hand, the Captain seems able to lynch a man for a bad look, he inspires no confidence. But to rally Evendim on time, I have no choice.

Kinship/Band link: 
The Battalion - (disbanded)

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