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.

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.

A Storm in a Cream Bowl. A blog based around RP characters from LotRO. Clearly run by a madwoman. Published July 20, 2015. Kennick lashed out at the tree, and felt a wave of relief that accompanied the stabbing pain in his hand and wrist. Another few blows and his knuckles were bleeding, as they did, despite the scarring already on them. Like how much his knuckles hurt. Really, they hurt a lot. He sat down, staring at them. But he was starting to despise it all.

The retired corsair promptly kicked over a potted plant. He hated Laegir for his boasts, and above all he hated the new life he chose that prevented him from proving those boasts wrong. When I let go of what I am I become what I might be. When I let go of what I am I become what I might be.