Aramel's Fanfiction

Fanfiction

The young elf-girl leads you along a path paved with fallen leaves, painted golden by the rays of the afternoon sun. Soon you come into a clearing. In the clearing is placed a wooden table, and beside it, in a convenient hollow of a tree, many parchment scrolls are stashed. They bear names written in a flowing script; signs that are understood by few. The script is Tengwar, in the Grey-elven tongue named Tîw.

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