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"The Broken Bone Race"
Alliance members welcomed at "the Annual Broken Bone Race" - 15 Gold in prizes to be won.

A complicated letter
This letter must have been complicated to write. There are many inkstains, smudges and strikeouts in it, and it is grubby as if it was folded and restarted several times.

A morning in Rivendell
Eirienn brought grave news to the Halls of Fire: the Lady Malliel had been abducted! Eirienn herself and her ward, Malliel's child Nemben, barely escaped with her life and arrived exhausted and battered... what will happen when the first shock is gone and life returns to normal?

A sword returns home
A promise fulfilled, a sword returned. Nimlith travels to Dale with tidings and a prophecy.

A Traditional Marish Poem: Marish Stew
... And three cheers for a real Marish stew


An Unlikely Meeting
It is a regular gathering at the Hall of Fire, and Daerundros is looking around for any interesting things happening within the Hall. She meets a peculiar Elf and somehow they become friends despite their differences..

Autumn (a poem)
A poem about autumn, sung by Nimlith on the Wilderness Appreciation Day at the river Bruinen.


Corrupted
Bad news for Lord Eglanel...

Curuglad
Another tale from Nimlith's past. Stricken with grief over the destruction of her forest, Nimlith cast the last vote for her people to join the war against the invaders of Mirkwood. But the war is not going well...


Elegy for Matheric
An elegy written in memory of the late Ser Matheric of Dale, by Nimlith.

Gone
...and then, they were gone.

Hairy Feet
Oh, lovely are carrots and lovely are peas And ever so lovely's a berry-pie sweet, But lovelier still than the fruit on the trees Is a lad with bright eyes and soft hair on his feet. There once was a Hobbit lass sweet as a pie The loveliest lass in the whole of the Shire: Few days without lads to propose would go by, But she had not found one to match her desire. She said: "I do care for your roses so red And waves and helloes and sweet smiles from the lads - But show me a Hobbit who will turn my head And I'll show you a Hobbit with hair on his pads. The Elves are just lovely of face and of hair Fantastic and beautiful, factually - But their feet wear shoes and their soles are all bare, That is just disgusting - unnaturally!" One sunny day in the fair month of may A lad came along, and he asked her to wed. She just took one look and spoke: "Get thee away!" "Cause I won't take these cold feet into my bed." "I've never seen feet with that little hair! Ridiculous stubbly and laughable things! Your feet are disgusting, all muddy and bare! To woo me like this must be madness, I think." He smiled and he spoke (though his face was quite pale): "My dear, I am for the best foot-hair well-known: But listen to me now, I'll tell you the tale What happened to me on the way to your home." "This night I was walking, no lamp I did need: My hair was all shining like copper and gold. I walked well along by the light of my feet When what should I see but a furious troll? He yelled: 'What does glitter in moonlight so fine? A fur spun of gold and of jewels so rich! Hand over these riches, my Hobbit, they're mine!' At this I got scared and I jumped in the ditch. The mud hid the shining, I had got away And I was quite proud of myself and my luck. But all in my running I had lost the way And as I looked for it, I felt myself stuck! I had gotten swallowed by a large mud-pit And I was as rooted as a willow-tree! But fear not, my love, for I am quick of wit: I grabbed my foot-hair and pulled myself free! I came to a bee-hive that stood by the road And borrowed some wax to again groom my hair. And, being done with that, so on I strode, Yet sadly the smell had attracted a bear! I ran, but the honey was sticky and tough! - I left much hair on the road then I fear - I looked up and above saw a bough - Rescue, so far away while still so near! Quickly I bent down to my toes (what a deed!) And made my hair into a long thick braid. Tossed it on the bough and climbed up with some speed. So you see, this is why the ends are quite frayed." The lass laughed. "I see!" (though believe she did not) "And the rest sure was eaten by a fierce tree-cat." He said: "No, to climb down I had made a knot - I was down, it was up - and that was that!" "To get free, I had to cut my hair-rope; Or else I would still be on top of the tree. So you see, if you want me you will have to cope - But I hope you'll forgive me and still marry me." She laughed. "You have won me through spirit and charms, I think I could live with the foot-hair you lack." The lad smiled and took his love into his arms, And he whispered: "You know - hair DOES grow back!"