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Meadred

Sister's Embrace

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Meadowyn embraces her brother within the a glade in the dark of night.

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Tales of Their Past - Brother And Sister

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Tales of Their Past - The Morning's Calm II

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Tales of Their Past - The Morning's Calm I

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Tales of Their Past - A Brother's Bitter Gift

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Continuation of: Tales of Their Past - Fænge-Nædl


 

There was a chill in the night air as all the folk were returning to their homes. Many drunk from their drinking, and everyone else weary from their reveling. The dim lamps shone yellow upon the dirt paths and only two figures remained out that night. They stood side by side upon the path before the Mead hall, silent, still as statues. 

Tales of Their Past - Silver Brooch

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Meadwine and Meadowyn had before fought among the ranks, on foot. And the wars brought them to the lands further East, to Gondor. There the two fought side by side in many  battles and they were a fearsome two, potent soldiers upon the front.

Of Meadred's Sons and Daughters

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Aegaldred, for he is skilled in word weaving and writing.

This is a tale of family that has found itself with plight. Meadred and his wife live still in the Riddermark, and Meadred still rides among the Rohirrim to defend his land. His eldest son went missing without word, and when the war grew greater he sent the rest of his children South where they would be safe.

Meadowyn, the daughter of Meadred

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Of Aegaldred

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"My wife gave to me a second son. He was not as strong, nor as brave, nor as fearsome as Meadwine. He was a different boy, I was never as fond of him, but ever did I feel that he loved me more than most. He was truly fond of me, I could tell. Yet many a time did he disappoint me, and I reacted unfairly to him. For this, my son, Aegaldred, I am sorry. And I hope that you succeed in the task that I have given you, for upon your shoulders I put a heavy burden.

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