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Highday, 26th of Solmath, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning
by Padhric on 2017-10-10 10:05:27
Mersday, 25th of Solmath, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning
by Padhric on 2017-10-04 12:58:47
Hevensday, 24th of Solmath, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning
by Padhric on 2017-09-26 11:04:23
Trewsday, 23rd of Solmath, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning
by Padhric on 2017-09-22 11:35:40
Sterday, 14th of Solmath, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning
by Padhric on 2017-09-20 11:51:08
Mersday, 12th of Solmath, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning
It has been three days now since we returned triumphant from the bitter heights of the Misty Mountains. Our welcome was quite an event, let me tell you, for our Company played a significant part in the thwarting of the goblins' attack on the Valley of the Elves as well as the rescue of two long-lost members of Elrond's household. I've since discovered it is now the evening of the third day (one tends to lose track of time when reposing here), and I am sad to report that we will be setting out in the morning -- leaving Rivendell again and, this time, perhaps never to return.
by Padhric on 2017-09-20 03:32:43
Monday, 9th of Solmath, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning
The Last Homely House, Rivendell
No matter how many times I wake up in this valley I can never quite believe all of the things I see when I am here. Each passing day seems to bring more wonder than the one before it rather than the familiarity you would expect. Interestingly, the same might be said of relationships, whether among Elf or Dwarf, Man or Hobbit. Curious things happen to people in Rivendell.
Today had been uneventful and I very nearly did not make an entry into this journal. Well, "uneventful" is a relative term, especially in this place. I only mean there were none of the travels, trials, battles, quarrels, or other tiresome things which might make an otherwise "uneventful" day "eventful," but that doesn't mean significant things did not occur. Allow me to record one such here for you.
I rose very late in the morning. Perhaps I was still recovering from our time in (and under) the mountains. Or perhaps it was the sumptuous feast to which we were treated last night. Or perhaps it was the excellent feather-bed in which I was laid. Most likely it was all of these. In any case, the daylight was... More
by Padhric on 2017-09-11 06:07:19
Sunday, 8th of Solmath, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning
Thorgest's Haven - Hrimbarg, Somewhere in the Misty Mountains
Since there was little else to do while the storm raged outside, we rested. It was time well-spent, I can tell you, for all of us needed the reprieve: I slept right through to the afternoon and felt much better for it. The weather did finally subside later in the day, so our Company decided to make ourselves useful and see what we could do to repay our hosts for their kindness.
To this end, we hunted down and destroyed a good number of the wolves and worms which plagued the mountainside in that area. The wolves were not the malevolent... More
by Padhric on 2017-09-04 01:10:12
Sterday, 7th of Solmath, Year 1418, Shire-reckoning
Hrimbarg, Somewhere in the Misty Mountains
"I think I begin to understand what is happening," she said in the faintest of whispers. The ruckus from the goblins further up the tunnel threatened to completely drown out her voice. "The goblin-king speaks of how his people ambushed a company of stunted folk as they were trespassing through his realm. That can only refer to the unfortunate Dwarves we encountered within these halls. But then he talks of how an alliance of Elf-filth, Dwarf-scum, Man-flesh, and even Shire-rats have invaded their kingdom -- mighty warriors who slew many of their people -- in an attempt to rescue the Dwarves."Time wore on. We all became immensely bored, but Gaelira was leaning forward into the dark tunnel as if straining to hear. After a while, she crept over to us.
"Such language!" I huffed. "So they believe we are here to save those Dwarves? How could anyone have possibly heard about their unhappy fate so quickly and so... More
by Padhric on 2017-08-28 12:08:27
Highday, 6th of Solmath, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning
The Tunnels of Goblin-town, Somewhere in the Misty Mountains
There was a screeching and a clattering of arms as a dozen goblins rushed into the cave! No sooner had I shouted the alarm than Nephyn had dropped her bow, drawn the Sword of Ringdor, spun around, and beheaded two of our attackers. Lagodir and Drodie were instantly on their feet with swords flying and Gaelira's staff was a whirlwind. Even I took a hand as I was able with my small hammer. But the press of goblins... More
by Padhric on 2017-08-21 06:59:59