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5405 – Durin’s day (by ForestMaid)
:: The world was young, the mountains green, No stain yet on the Moon was seen, No words were laid on stream or stone, When Durin woke and walked alone. He named the nameless hills and dells; He drank from yet untasted wells; He stooped and looked in Mirrormere, And saw a crown of stars…
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5381 – The lay of Nimrodel (by ForestMaid)
:: An elven maid there was of old A shining star by day Her mantle white was hemmed with gold Her shoes of silver grey :: A star was bound upon her brows A light was on her hair As sun upon the golden boughs In Lorien the fair :: Her hair was long, her…
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5364 – Journal of Iona_Mackay (by ForestMaid)
:: I have lost my original journal so i am going to have to start from scratch :: I have just finished working on my library :: I have just awoken from a slumber and to my surprise my crops have been recently harvested odd
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5348 – Journal of Iona_Mackay (by ForestMaid)
::Entry 1, I have travled many days and nights to come to my brothers settlment. The journey was long but not bad the only thing i am worried about is it has been raining ever sence i left my ship to the time i was upon the gates of douglas’ village odd. :: Entry 2,…
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5351 – Jabberwocky (by ForestMaid)
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths ootgrabe.
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5353 – Jabberwocky (by ForestMaid)
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogroves, And mome raths outgrabe. “Beware the Jabberwock my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!” He took his his Vorpal sword in hand; Long time the…
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5061 – Journal of Iona_Mackay (by ForestMaid)
:Finaly after many days of traveling i have made it to my brothers village. I have just finished building my house it took a lot of stone. :After i woke from my sleep i was surprised to see that some of my crop had been harvested.