by Chrystopher » Mon Jun 25, 2012 8:20 am
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by dmlp » Mon Jun 25, 2012 8:23 am
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by Lunaestrella » Mon Jun 25, 2012 11:42 pm
by Chrystopher » Tue Jun 26, 2012 4:44 am
by Meriadoc Brandybuck » Wed Jun 27, 2012 6:35 pm
Theoden wrote:Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
by Lunaestrella » Wed Jun 27, 2012 9:26 pm
))by Meriadoc Brandybuck » Thu Jun 28, 2012 6:18 am
Theoden wrote:Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
by Lunaestrella » Thu Jun 28, 2012 6:30 am
by Meriadoc Brandybuck » Thu Jun 28, 2012 6:34 am
Theoden wrote:Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
by dmlp » Sun Jul 01, 2012 5:35 am
Camellia soon departed from her home, riding quickly on Colby as she headed towards her first destination; to make her way out of the Shire and to Bree. She planned to stay at the only Inn she really knew of, The Prancing Pony, and find out more than what she had only heard of Men as well as their ways and homes through whispers and stories. She also just wanted something knew, sick of living as everyone did. She sighed softly as she drifted through these thoughts and day dreams, barely minding the road ahead any attention.
Lessien slowed when she came to a fork and debated which way, sighed in exasperation when she couldn't figure out which was the right route and finally deciding to take a break to eat, hoping a quick snack would bring back her focus and keep her going until she found a good place to either stay or make camp for the night. She dismounted and patted her faithful companion, named Ayame, and unburdened the beasty of the heavier articles it carried. After seeing that the great she wolf was well tended, given a small drink of water from Lessien's flask and such, the elf walked over to where she thought she saw a couple fruit bearing trees. The elven woman found a small stream not too far from the apple tree she had collected the delicious red fruit from, decided to clean up a bit while she cooled off and collected more water. She waded bearfoot into the stream, the deepest part was up to her calf, her dress end spread out on the water's surface, and cleaned the mud from her legs and arms, then her face. Ayame laid in the sun where she was left, the large Wolf of Isengard looked very out of place, not only had these animals been long unseen, but her great size and white base fur stood out against the grass as a snow leopard would.
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