Lindon

Drink to Your Unhealth

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From gifted soldier to drunken maniac...

 

The Reluctant Apprentice

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The sunlight streamed through the windows. Outside, wind blew the cherry trees in a graceful fashion, and the long grasses danced in the breeze. Inside, the teenager looked away from the windows. The lavish walls, blue and decorated in elegant swirls and flower art, felt cold compared to the world outside. Melestheliel held a book in her hand. In the dark oak chair she sat in, she looked down to the book.

Anwa Elenya

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Late spring, Forlindon, a year ago

 

Somewhere out there, an owl cried.

Hoot hoot

Earcalie snorted, sat alone on the porch of her house, trying to understand from where the cry was coming. The porch was almost all in the shadow, lit only by the flickering light of a lantern hanged onto a beam, already on the way to extinguish by itself. The elleth didn’t care if it was extinguishing.

One still, small memory

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Early summer, present days, Imladris

 

Message in a Bottle

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14 June

My only love,

I have blinked, and five years have passed since I held your hröa in my arms, long after your fëa had sped to Mandos. 

It makes me happy to imagine that Lord Ulmo pulled the blue rose given me by hiril Gilinnen, mother of Elvealin, and which I set on top of the surf at Lindon, along the Straight Road until it came to the shores of the Blessed Lands, and to think that there it came to your hand. For you would know at once who sent it and what it meant.

Viewing the Lhûn

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Lothoniel, Ereimund, Arnelloth, and Amgaladh watch the river Lhûn from Duillond.

To name a sword

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Winter, present days, Imladris

 

Loth-i-Lonnath Riding to Meluinen

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Loth-i-Lonnath rides to Meluinen to see how our friends north of Bree-land are fairing before going home to Duillond.

The Paths of Eriador

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There are several Houses who quest and search in these last of our days of faded glory, for missing folk or artifacts or answers. Those of Enyalie are but one, and I but one of those members. An overwhelming task? Not so, I deem, for much is beyond our finding, taken already by others; by the race of Man; hidden in the darkest depths, never to see light of day; destroyed, even by hands that created, so that any taint is removed from the land. Still do we make search within the bounds of Eriador while we may. 

Loth-i-Lonnath Camping in the Lonelands

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After a long ride, traveling nearly week (IC), we found a suitable camp in the Lonelands. We sang songs, played music, and had many discussions around the campfire.

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