November 16, 2011 by theothergretchen. I use real-world dates for bookkeeping, though ICly my characters are on the Middle Earth calendar. September 1, 2011 by theothergretchen. I use real-world dates for bookkeeping, though ICly my characters are on the Middle Earth calendar.

Men are the ones who invented cages. To be Not for a while. Not for a long while.

The time he and the Four had spent in Mirkwood seemed now like much longer ago than it had been. Clean, crisp mountain air. Abundant fruits that grew on bushes and trees. Sunrises and sunsets that basked everything around them in brilliant pinks and oranges. The serenity of it all was breathtaking. Could Zabathôr possibly be content like this? Had it.

Raedwalt winced from his place lounged in his chair. Snorting explosively, Hrodwyn rose from her curtsey and gave her lordly lover a toss of her hands. Raedwalt leaned heavily back against the do.

Fragments From The Tale of Synnova Aethewyn. A Different Sort of Battle. It had looked so much. The treat slanted downward in its plate, a result of not having quite enough dough left to press up against the side on one end. Synnova offered it quiet scorn, as though her disapproval might scare it into looking right. Everybody knows that the Harvestmath is for.

Some memories are better left where they are made. But still they come, brushing gentle or sharp against the cheek, refusing to be forgotten in the shadows of time. But Oendir had turned his words into a lie.

Forty days since his departure from Bree-land, Arvorn thought he might actually be drawing close to Rohan. Perhaps Thoron made the right choice. 8230; one that .

In a world there lived a Woman. Cwendlwyn Tain of Rohan and other tales of RP adventures in Lord of the Rings Online. Abiorn Tenorbekk, Grin and Bear It. Anyatka Tenorbrook of Dale, The Dalish Charm. Cwendlwyn Tain of Rohan, A Bitter Pill. Eirikr Tenorbekk of Dale, Smoldering Fire. What Keeps Us Awake at Night.

The Last Huntress of The Dreadward Tribunal. A sweet, sea breeze at her back, Eruviel ascended the long stair leading up from the docks. Each step as light as the last, she did not go so fast as to put those she passed to shame, nor did she go so slow as to make people wonder if she was being patronizing. She wanted to fight and kill and protect because it was the right thing to do. No uncountable layers of lies and bribes at every turn. All she wanted to worry abou.

Thou Canst Not Then Be. Dan groaned and rolled over, his hand moving up to feel his pounding head. He lifted his head to look around the room. It still sort of smelled like the former residents, but that was to be expected. Soon, it would be his actually. Finally a place that was relatively safe if you disregard the neighbors and fairly quiet if you ignore the creek and waterfall.