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Some verses shared with Diruviel by a guest in Imladris many years past. She believes it is but a part of a longer poem celebrating midwinter. Perhaps she'll come across the rest of it one day, but for now, it brings cheer during the long, cold nights.
((The following is a compilation of the RP done by the brilliant players of the characters involved in setting up Dazelia's epic encounter designed to progress her story. I did my best to use their words exactly as much as possible, only making what edits were necessary to facilitate the flow))
It was the last post on that evening, farmer Ern nailed it where the door was going to be, placing it horizontally over the door was going to be on the barn that he was making. The past weeks were great, the weather was good, it only rained once, so it allowed him to work on the structure more and be within the time he gave to himself, his wife, Aggy would give birth to their second, a son this tme, and Ern wanted to prepare everything for more animals. More animals, more produce, more trade, more coins, more food.