What is this place? This is a nightmare.. Linduil? Is that you? Please, help me. I'd like to wake up.
In years past, we would sit together, you and I. You would tell me stories of great heroes and far off places. Those stories, they always had such happy endings...
The ones I chose to tell, yes.
But not every story has a happy ending, does it?
Truthfully, most do not.
Then may I ask a favor of you?
Anything
When you tell my story, will you say it ended happily?
I may yet, my friend, your story is not over.
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Linduil, Loremaster of Arthedain. A master of history and tales of old, but no warrior. When battle first broke out in her home, she fled back to the forest of her youth, leaving many she once called friends behind.
When she at last returned, the world that she met was who that had forgotten her and all she once knew. Yet she found kinship with those others that the world would have liked to forget. Yet she never escaped the ghosts that haunted that land.
When whispered stories of a maiden haunting the swamps of Agamaur reached her, memories came back unbidden. A young river spirit, bright eyes and ears eager to listen to tales of lands she would never see.
But it could not be her, could it? The more she heard, the more she looked, the truth could not be denied.
Naruhel, why out of all in this cursed age was this fate saved for you?
This was a fight she could not abandon. Not again. One way or another, she would save her friend.







