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Nanthon

Nearing the End of the Path

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The Elves sense they are drawing near to the eastern end of the Frozen Path, but even the last stretch is not without danger. The tunnel is filled with the webs of spiders that ever hunger...

Obey

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She had the order. A request uttered in forced desperation. It was clear, she had to retreat and cover the rear of the party, in case something should surprise them when confronting the Good Captain. Yes, he was of human kind, but the tales of Telpenaro had showed them that he was driven by revenge upon the elves, and had forces to impart great damage on the small party. He had not let them rest one minute...

Worried in Meluinen

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Faced with many mysteries, Danel and her companions are ill at ease, even more so as a message reveals that a part of Telpenaro's past has caught up with him...

Seeking Shelter in the Forest

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Arriving at the Last Bridge

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Through the Trollshaws

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Departure from Imladris

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Gathering for the Departure

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They look like a party of Elves about to accompany a high Lady on her journey West - but are they?

A Young Dúnadan in Imladris I

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A young Dúnadan from the north arrives in Imladris, she encounters Hir Khalis Imieran who is initially taken back by her fluent use of Sindarin.

She speaks of the Rangers she knows, of Nanthon another of Bar En Vanimar and of her reasons for coming to the Hidden Vale.

X.

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Conceptual

Golug, were in her humble opinion, a nuisance. Brushing a bit too fiercely her steed, the horse snorted irritably and quickly the Savage Woman patted him on the rump, trying to soothe the beast. After a few minutes of murmuring nonsense to the horse, she went back to her task, muttering under her breath concerning the pointy eared, greenery nonsense loving race. She really disliked the one who had threatened to shoot her.

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