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Spiced Wine
09/24/18 10:14 am
I would just choose whichever you want then, Gabriel. It’s what I tend to do when there is no clear answer
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I have tried to look for it on other sites, but they have given two time frames which is a little confusing. One in the S.A. the other in the T.A.
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I have a little question to ask. totally off the subject. Does anyone know when Bree was built? Was it up and running when Gil galad was king of the Noldor and Celebrimbor was in Eregion?
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Okay. If its not too much trouble. Thank you Spiced. :)
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It’s not a problem, I shall just go in and edit the announcement
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Besides, I don't want you having to go out of your way just to add me to the list. But thank you for offering. :)
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I don't want to be a bother, Spiced. I think I'll just wait till my other fic has done its dash in the recents list and post the SinS after it. Its no problem.
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But I can definitely add it for you
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I can add it, Gabriel, but only using a keyboard and iPad I cannot hotlink it I have no mouse, and everything is a pain in the neck
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Not to worry Spiced! It was my fault for not submitting it in time. That's the consequences I guess. :)
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Spring Comes to Arda by Erulisse

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Author’s Notes: Disclaimer: Tolkien built the sand box; I only play with the bucket and shovel that he left for me. No money, profit or non, is made from the publication of this story.
 Spring Comes to Arda

 

Payments of blood and lives had been given, by all gathered below. 

 

“Our Oath still stands,” my brother said while sitting atop new-formed cliffs,

White birds aloft circled freshly-encroaching sea, the earth had been broken.

Below, amidst mud of forces gathered, the tent of our quarry stood,

Mighty Eönwë, now guarding two jewels prized from a crown of iron. 

 

“They must be ours,” my brother said, arming for a moonless night's mission,

Our swords were sharp, our cause was just, and once again we took up the quest. 

No others had rights to them but we, the two remaining of seven,

Payments of blood and lives had been given by five for these which awaited us below. 

 

“Two yet remain,” my brother said, two jewels, two stones of heritage, two pending deaths,

From the tent we retrieved them, fulfilled that sworn to more than an Age before.

We held once more those taken by Evil, pain struck our souls and bodies both,

Darkness had been vanquished, now could be birthed Arda's newborn spring. 

 

“The pain is just,” my brother said as steam rose ahead of him and his feet trod air,

Lava below embraced him, encased him, and cleansed him, a grave of living fire.

Aulë collected the jewel, buried it in heat and cauterized its wounds,

He barricaded it from baleful vapors, allowed its purification by living rock. 

 

“Our Oath is death,” I screamed into air, and pain drove me to the nascent shore,

Hand throbbing deep drumbeats, I sang prayers for salvation of this unclean burden (not mine - my hope had long fled). 

Making a mighty throw, Ulmo then catching, he carried the shining jewel, down into the depths,

His arts used pressure and darkness to cleanse its noxious poisons entrapped by the waters. 

 

Payments of blood and lives were given, but still I remain,

Walking mere steps from madness, eternal pain confirms my damnation. 

Only one remains, the last of a distinguished line, now doomed to wander,

How far can I fall, a former Prince of Tirion? 

 

 

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