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Tylan

My innermost thoughts, XXIII. - Starry night.

Submitted by Seaver on February 20th, 2016
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I almost did not bring you, book. Nor any writing implements. I must take care not to wake the woman by my side. She keeps stirring, and I do not wish to have to explain your existence. It is an unusually quiet night in the Trollshaws but that in itself is ominous, I find I cannot rest, the memories of this place. The bank of the Hoarwell. They keep me awake.

My innermost thoughts, II. - The loss of appetite.

Submitted by Seaver on June 25th, 2015
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A pie sits burnt in the oven. My mind a blank. It is difficult to think around my flower. Could she be listening to every single word in my head? I contemplate this absurdity for a moment.

Interlude IV: The Girl Who Almost Forgot, Part One

Submitted by Viljawyn on April 17th, 2015
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Once there was a girl, who greatly grieved for the love she had lost. She cried all day and night. She was like a ghost – the life continued around her, people laughed, but she was not part of it. She didn’t see her friends even if they stood right next to her and talked to her, tried to make her feel better. It was a difficult time to dear Miss Celnessyn, Skarly and Miss Ellae. And for a long time she was certain she would be like that for the rest of her life. But just like everyone else who had lost their loved ones, life continued for her as well.

Chronicle link: 
The Book of Dragons

Decluttered

Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on January 28th, 2015
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The hovel of a home, hung with birds, rabbits and herbs from its cracked plaster ceiling. Baskets, boxes and bottles, the contents were familiar to her, their uses being to season, to heal, to harm. The fire never seemed to die down in the hearth, its bright flames causing the shadows of dead fowl, small skulls and trinkets to cast long shadows upon the wall. A garden spider, no bigger than the thumb became a shadow to haunt the dreams, but it bought her peace. Home.

Cracks in false stone - Part Four

Submitted by Blince on November 21st, 2014
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Cracks in false stone -- Part Four

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Cracks in false stone - Part Two

Submitted by Blince on November 17th, 2014
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Cracks in false stone -- Part Two

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The wedding

Submitted by Everlyse on April 13th, 2014
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A Letter to Gondor

Submitted by Saeldith on December 12th, 2013
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My dear Papa,

 

I am still fine here in Bree, do not worry about me!
I really enjoy the friendship to Lord Gerwolf Thalanduin and his servants, as far as I got to know him.
You heard about him, didn´ t you?

Chronicle link: 
Letters to Lord Esnaldeth Thorongial of Gondor

Welcome Back Young Hawthorn

Submitted by Ivlathdur on December 4th, 2013
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Tylan Hawthron, Friend and a young man he would like to call family, back in bree-land again. Although, as always a hawthorn would go...would bring some form of sorrow. An angmarim assassin it would seem, caught a smell of Tylan coming back to Bree and saw it fit to try gain some glory and kill him, lets just say he failed yet again. 

Gythe

Submitted by Gythe on June 2nd, 2013
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(((thanks goes to Tylan who created the image))

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