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Forum: Elvenhome
01-04-2007, 10:48 AM
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Replies: 147
Views: 48,827
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Feanor of the Peredhil
Farahil passed a thick rope wordlessly into the...
Farahil passed a thick rope wordlessly into the hands of an able crewman, walking carefully on the wet deck. The ship pressed into the water in the wind and the salt breeze tasted slightly metallic;... |
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Forum: Elvenhome
07-13-2006, 01:21 PM
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Replies: 147
Views: 48,827
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Feanor of the Peredhil
Ennahir son of Marenil handed the reins of the...
Ennahir son of Marenil handed the reins of the visitors' horses off to a young stablehand, and called a page over. "Go get Lord Farlen, lad, he's in the west pasture." "The one with the sheep?"... |
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Forum: Elvenhome
07-01-2006, 08:39 AM
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Replies: 147
Views: 48,827
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Feanor of the Peredhil
"Come lad, catch up. We're nearly there." Degas...
"Come lad, catch up. We're nearly there." Degas called over his shoulder to Feo and grinned. He had sight of buildings on the horizon and thought them to be, though was unsure, buildings in the... |
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Forum: Elvenhome
06-21-2006, 08:42 AM
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Replies: 147
Views: 48,827
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Feanor of the Peredhil
Degas watched the boy as he slept, knowing that...
Degas watched the boy as he slept, knowing that he must wake him, knowing also that any information gleaned from the boy would do little to help his sour mood. Pretty Lin is missing and I'm to... |
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Forum: Elvenhome
06-16-2006, 09:50 AM
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Replies: 147
Views: 48,827
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Feanor of the Peredhil
Degas sat in a tall backed chair by a roaring...
Degas sat in a tall backed chair by a roaring fire, listening to the sound of rain pounding the roof and trickling through the ceiling to tap its way musically into pots. He could smell a simmering... |
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Forum: Elvenhome
06-10-2006, 08:48 AM
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Replies: 147
Views: 48,827
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Feanor of the Peredhil
Degas rode with a bitter resignation to his fate...
Degas rode with a bitter resignation to his fate as messenger, his entire being aching, rather, to be a member of the rescue team. He would find the tip that would lead them to the very gates of... |
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