Atanamir is alive, but he refused to come home. When did we stop mattering? Does he still think of me as his friend? May 8, 2015.

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.

RP stories, IC letters, and more. August 23, 2014 by Meesh. Tegil stared out across the lush foliage and sighed. They would reach the city tomorrow, and he was running out of time. The oddly green robe adorning his shoulders was easy to adjust to, but this was a much more difficult thing to do.

The story of an Orphan Firebrand. For her portrayal of the Mother Priestess! It was the end of a long, hot summer day at the Temple of Elmeleth. Out on its slender peninsula, the white stone of the Temple cooled quickly in the sea breeze, bringing relief from the stifling heat. Lalaith stood and bowed her head. She fluttered a hand at Lalaith.

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.

A place for the thoughts of a woman. Scholarly Adventure RP Outside of Bree-town. Do you have the heart of a wanderer? Do you thirst for adventure, glory and coin? Do you enjoy examining priceless artifacts? The purpose of this idea is to encourage RP away from Bree-town and throughout various places of Middle-earth. Roll a new character! Use an existing one! An invitation to a kinship.

It would likely be the last time they needed to set up camp. Wordlessly, Cedoric helped the others until they had all been prepared for rest. He and Wraith curled up within their tent, and Cedoric readied himself for another long night with his thoughts. Nothing Cedoric tried to say was coherent, just a mix of sobs and broken sentences. Godric, just as .