Avari

I never liked te ocean. I always found it scary, I mused about it many times before, that it is unsettling to look at, to smell, to hear especially. But ever since I started my journey to visit other lands, like my friend from the Far West did, I am proud to say that I have grown to... tolerate its sight, smell and voice for at least a few miles, when I can't take refuge in the shadows of woods or behing the great sand dunes that eastern winds blow. When I cannot walk on roads for fear of being caught by hostile men.

Yes indeed, rightly do you say that very much time has passed since the Awakening. Yeni follows yeni, swiftly like a rushing stream. And when and where does it all end?

‘Now?’ you say. "Is this the end time?”

(After : Another Guest: Another Problem.  )

Gaerion looked from Estarfin to Parnard and back again, his expression bright. Then he laughed softly. 

(East of the Sea of Rhun, the year 1985 of the Third Age)

I have hidden myself from the villager's watch. I do not wish to startle them with my presence, which may distract them from their daily tasks. It is not the first time I emerged from the forest, but I have never stayed in proximity of the ocean for as long as I am doing now. This is the influence of my friend from the Far West, and all the stories he told me about his clan's love of water. I do not like it very much.

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Sometime in the Fourth Age, southern lands of Middle Earth