Diary of a Wood Elf: The Second Age ———————————– Yen One This entry sponsored by Greenwood Brown Mead. Motto: ‘If you can remember your first glass of Greenwood Brown Mead, you are NOT drinking Greenwood Brown Mead.’ And boy do I need a drink these days. Apparently while I was...

In the city of Minas Tirith there is much that is ancient and long standing. And amongst the most ancient and noble of these, is found in the residence of the Oathblade family. There even the door mice could trace their lineage back many generations to the first mice that nibbled on the cities grain stores. Even the most minor piece of furniture had a long...

Story by: Doviel Doviel had heard somewhat of Aniwen, the warrior at her side. She knew tales of her father’s great deeds, as the melethril of Mericc’s former companion, she felt that she already knew the girl from her heritage. Aqualondo had shared many stories of the man but not so much of the child. Or woman, as the girl was grown now, as humans count years,...

 Story by The Nimrodellian Tale-Spinner As the Teller of Tales finished up his story, a bird flew in through the window, startling those inside. But the Tale-spinner only laughed. “One must forgive our feathered friend, for like the elves, those who spend their time gazing at the stars, are wont to dream and lose focus.” “Tell us another story...

Story reposted by: The Nimrodellian Tale-Spinner High up in the rugged northern heights of Evendim, between the cascading falls of the Even-rills and the frozen wastes of Forochel, there is a glade. In this hidden place the grass was of the brightest green, the water pure and crystal clear, and no stain marred even the smallest pebble. For ages uncounted it had...

Concept by: Nimrodellian, Doviel, The Lord and Lady of Aerwinion, and Animal House ABC’s by: Nimrodellian The members of the Cottage all clapped in amusement as Doviel finished up her tale. “A wonderful story”, one of them laughed. “One wonders what else our horse-friends think when we are not around.” “I would not wish to...

    Tale by Doviel ‘Although the tales of ancient Elves are wonderful things, and one cannot help but be enthralled by each glimmering glimpse of the world as it was long ago, with its sky of ever-shining stars, I would tell a tale I was told, which was from not quite so long ago.’ ‘Nimrodelian, as he is known hither and yon, is older than he looks,’...

On an unknown piece of land, nestled far away from the rumors of war and strife, there is a cottage. There, where peace and tranquility are the norm instead of the exception, a group of storytellers gather from time to time to share their latest tales, songs and adventures. In fact, if one were to open the door and come in, being mindful of unnecessary noise...