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Written as a result of a conversation on LJ, the first chapter of this story finds Aragorn in the dark, in more ways than one…
Arwen returns home from Lothlórien. Elrohir’s response to her on her betrothal is less than warm.
Smells: fishTextures: glassyTalents and skills: sailing Smells: petrichor Late in the Second Age There’s a feeling I get when I look to the west, And my spirit is crying for leaving. Led Zeppelin – Stairway to Heaven It’s a rare … Continue reading
Northern Dúnedain-themed drabbles and vignettes Smells: MeatRangers of the North: Fornost “Meat. Roasted meat.” “Will you stop that? We’re still over a day away from Fornost, and there will be nothing hot to eat until then.” “No! I meant I… … Continue reading
Drip. Drip. Drip. The ice at the entrance to the cave he sheltered in was melting. Normally, that would have been a sign of winter’s ending, and of warmth and colour returning. Now, with his leg still healing, it had … Continue reading