Bare feet fly quietly through the shallow water, barely a splash made with each step. A sharp cry of a gull calls out its loneliness from the sky above, and then an answering call from the one striding across the shallow tide. The wild winds of the sea are quiet this day, only occasionally making its presence known to those upon the beach.

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Green Dragon Friday (weekly hobbit event) March 5th, 2021 |
Stars, Moon and Sun March 6th, 2021 |
Hûd Eledhrim - Hall of Fire Wednesday (Elven roleplay) March 10th, 2021 |
Sunday Supper in Rohan March 14th, 2021 |
Rethe Spring Party! March 21st, 2021 |
Tales of the Seven Clans (Concert) March 28th, 2021 |