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The cruelest days of winter were the ones where it grew warm enough for the ice to melt, only for it to freeze again when night came.  Particularly when that freezing was what now held the door to her rooms tightly shut.  Rossiel had resigned herself to sitting on her doorstep, shivering and trying to keep the life in her fingers.

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Viola had stopped dead in her tracks, her visible eye widened as soon as she realized she wasn’t alone in the small clearing. Slowly turning her head she scampered behind the nearest tree and dropped the firewood she’d been carrying.

She didn’t doubt that the Elf had spotted her, and hoped they weren’t hostile or overly violent. Not noticing at first since this Elf was rather small compared to others she’d seen, but an Elf none the less.

Peeking out from behind the tree she slowly reached for an arrow in her quiver “Oh shit, oh fuck, what the hell do I do now?” She hissed to herself.

     "And what’s in for me?” From the branch of a tree the bandit watched the tangled person strangling himself in the ropes of her trap with every movement he made. Biting from her apple she eventually tossed a knife at one of the ropes, making the whole net with her captive go down at once. 

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“Oh dear, well I give it points for how creative the location is, though Elrond would not agree. However I’m sure he would not want to do such things with me….Glorfindel perhaps…but not me. Also there’s a typo on the fourth page. It’s Erestor, not Erector. or Erection…oh wait...nevermind.” 

     The Istar walked down the halls of Imladris. Her long red robes laces of golden embroidery and yellow flowers fluttered in the wind. The scarves wrapped around her floated around her. The leaves crunched under her as she walked through the garden to her meeting. It was important. However her other duty as an Istar was to tend to all beings of Arda. Though her head was held high, the sorrow in her eyes could be seen. The trees and flowers, once vibrant and in full bloom, had begin to wither. The affects of the war could seen within nature. She could hear the trees weep and morn. 

 Her own home, in a hidden valley between Lorien and Fangorn forest, had began to whither. It took all her powers to keep it hidden and protected by an assortment of traps, vines, thorns, spells and enchantments. The animals had burrowed themselves in caves, holes and even her own humble abode had become their residence. With the help of the ents and the council, her home had stayed some what protected. But she knew that it would not last with such treacherous conditions Sauron had casted Middle Earth too.

Sora arrived at a large tree. She planted it herself, as thanks to the elves and in memory of her home in the East. Though just a memory, the flowers were the most vibrant in the valley. They symbol of perseverance in such dark times. Placing her hands together and closing her eyes, she prayed. She prayed to Eru to protect the land, to not have those around her relive the nightmares she had once lived and to win the war. Reaching, she gently took a few flowers she placed it in her hair with all the ornaments that  held her raven braid and buns together. Gently breaking off a branch of the beautiful flowers she decided to bring them to council. 

Taking a deep breathe Sora decided to finally walk towards the meeting. Passing the wonderful architecture of the elves, she walked towards the dome that sat delicately upon a cliff, over looking the valley. Soon finding herself in the archway to the meeting room, Sora took a deep breathe. With her head held strong, the Istar entered the council meeting. With a hand to her breast, she gave nod to greet the council.