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Golvagor

The First Snowdrop of Coirë

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Story

Manadhlaer heard a familiar step, a neat and exact tread, not louder than was needful. A soldier's step. Not unlike hir Branalph's, but Branalph was away. She did not turn.

"Golvagor," she said, and saying the name, at last turned from her work and smiled.

He came further into the room, robed in flowing white -- by which Manadhlaer guessed Golvagor had not come directly from the forges. Gently smiling, Golvagor bowed -- a gesture not of subservience, but almost of merriment, despite his military bearing.

Gossip or insight?

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Story

Rivendell,

A couple of months earlier

 

Redandir was sitting on the grass near one of many bodies of water in the Valley. He had a straw in his mouth and was looking at the water, all in his thoughts.

“Rivendell seems like a nice place, probably even better than my homeland. And elves here are so lovely too. At least those that I’ve met…”

Nobody Wants To Make This Report

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Screenshot: Event screen

The prisoner from Dunland promised to show a cave in the foothills of the Hithaeglir that her accomplice was supposed to be using to enter Imladris. She did show off the cave, and she also led the group to a stone circle with some strange artifacts buried in it... but her odd behavior on this occasion culminated in a terrifying, unforeseen dénouement. Absolutely nobody present, dogs included, wants to make this report to Lord Tindir -- although it will probably fall to Quartermaster Golvagor, as the ranking House member present.

Equivalent Exchange: Apples to Apples

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Story

At last Arradril and Filegris had a rest period at the same time, and accordingly flopped down by the side of a well-loved pond north-west of the Last Homely House. Filegris, who had meant merely to clear her head of the whirl of recent events, was startled and delighted when Arradril produced from her pack five apples -- red, but with a golden undertone that peeked out in little streaks, particularly at the top near the stem -- and some hard orange cheese. She divided the fifth apple into perfect halves and presented Filegris with half of her bounty.

Of Numenorean ruins

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Diary

After several days of traveling through mostly uninhabited lands we came upon some old ruins of men, the scouts reported they were occupied by brigands or whatnot, no match for our fine soldiers!. Our Lord Tindir led the charge and soon they had control of the buildings giving me time to examine what turned out to be some Numenorean architecture and statuary, crude by elven standards, but still a welcome distraction to the plodding boredom of travel. Sadly i was too busy sketching and didn't realise the guards had moved to a higher location.

Letter 14: The stop.

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Diary

Bíld son of Bóurr to Bóurr son of Bíld of Erebor greeting, and apology (as ever) for the lateness of this letter.

 

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