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Narya
10/16/18 09:48 pm
Ysilme, that does sound wonderful, I am so jealous. There's something magical about a really good concert.
Narya
10/16/18 09:48 pm
Hi, Fadesintothewest! *waves* good to see you, hope work isn't too painful.
Spiced Wine
10/15/18 02:32 pm
That sounds amazing, Ysilme :)
Ysilme
10/15/18 12:19 pm
who of my music-loving OCs might be interested in playing the nyckelharpa/keyed fiddle... *ggg* )
Ysilme
10/15/18 12:18 pm
I've been to the most wonderful concert yesterday, Swedish Folk string trio Väsen. The music was so beautiful, and it felt so much like Middle-earth, too. (now I need to figure out
Ysilme
10/15/18 12:17 pm
Nice to see you popping in here, fadesintothewest! *waves* *waves generally around, too* Hope everybody else is doing well enough.
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10/15/18 10:53 am
Hope you do, too, Fadesintothewest :) Good to see you!
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10/15/18 09:27 am
Just wanted to say hello. I know things are slowed down right now. I wish I could be more present but work. Looking forward to participating more soon!!!
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10/14/18 12:23 pm
Sign of a good fic, if you ask me :)
Narya
10/13/18 11:23 pm
:D this fic keeps mutating. So far it's sprouted four OCs and an unexpected plot twist which impacts stories that come chronologically later in the series...it's a nightmare but I love it!
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Arcane Land collection by Veveco

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As they continued along the road, the population was becoming steadily denser. Elves walked along the beaten track, transporting baskets, ewers, wood and the likes. They would stop and bow, and then wave, or shout a warrior’s greeting. They seemed happy, these woodland elves – yet what astounded Elladan the most was the fact that many of the ladies carried children. He had never seen so many young ones, together in one place. They toddled behind their mothers, helping with what they could; the younger ones were strapped to their backs or sides with strips of colourful cloth. It was a marvel to behold, and just one glance at Melven told him that he too, had realized how young this population was.

Galdithion watched the play of emotions on his friend’s beautiful face, he knew what he was thinking, for he had had a similar yet opposite first impression of Imladris.

“You marvel at how many young ones you see.”

“I do. The average age of these people is much lower than in my homeland.”

“True,” he began, as Melven turned his ear to listen to Galdithion’s explanation.

“Alas, our mortality rate is equally high. ‘Tis a simple necessity that our women bear as many children as they can,” he said casually.

Melven frowned at the warrior’s comment, and it did not go unnoticed.

“Speak your mind, Melven,” invited Galdithion, catching Elladan’s attention as he also turned to hear his retort.

“It just seemed to me that you spoke words that would sadden the hardest of elves, and yet your tone belied no feeling at all.”

“And why do you think that is?” invited Galdithion, wondering if the warrior could start to think before passing judgement.

“Well, perhaps because this is something you have lived with all your life, ‘tis not surprising to you, yet it is also a daily reminder for you of the high cost you pay to protect your home.”




Inspired by Arcane Land, chapter 2 from Alpha Ori.

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