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Subject: //Luthien Tinuviel\\ Author: Luthien Tinuviel [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 17:33:27 11/30/02 Sat Author Host/IP: 208.187.15.101 //A cloaked figure roamed the streets that led to Bree. An elvish maiden stood under the navy cloak. Her blonde hair fell out of the hood on her head and went down her front. She stopped and turned towards the tall, wooden gate. She wondered what it was like on the other side. Her blue eyes gazed curiously at it. She knew her friend was supposed to meet her there, but she was unsure and felt uncomfortable in the lands of men. She walked up to the gate and knocked on the wood. The gate slowly opened and she began to walk through.\\ "Greetings," said the keeper. //He watched her curiously. She nodded at him with a glance and continued to walk down the streets. She looked at the land and the people of Bree uncomfortably. She slipped the hood off of her head. The damp air bit at her face. She felt like everyone was noticing her...either that or no one did. She didn't know which. She looked around for the familiar face of her friend.\\ [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date }|{Fly Free}|{ Kalina 15:53:01 12/01/02 Sun //Luthien Tinuviel\\ -- Tinuviel, 01:35:06 12/04/02 Wed }|{Fly Free}|{ -- Kalina, 20:07:13 12/06/02 Fri //Luthien Tinuviel\\ -- Tinuviel, 10:38:43 12/07/02 Sat