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Westu Hal!
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Welcome to the Golden Hall. Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing? Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing? Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;. The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow. Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,. 27 November 2012 @ 09:23 pm.
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Westu Hal!
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Welcome to the Golden Hall. Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing? Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing? Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;. The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow. Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,. 27 November 2012 @ 09:23 pm.
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Westu Hal!
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Welcome to the Golden Hall. Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing? Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing? Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;. The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow. Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,. 27 November 2012 @ 09:23 pm.
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Westu Hal!
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Welcome to the Golden Hall. Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing? Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing? Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;. The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow. Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,. 27 November 2012 @ 09:23 pm.
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Welcome to the Golden Hall. Created on 22 December 2003 (#1661114). Last updated on 24 December 2013. All Members , Moderated. A fanfiction/graphics community for the residents of Rohan (from Tolkiens Lord of the Rings). Lament of the Rohirrim. Translated into Quenya by Boris Shapiro. Masse sí rocco ar roquen? Masse ná romba i súyane? Masse ná cassa ar varme, ar findesse calima sirala? Masse ná má nandenna, ar náre narwa uryala? Masse ná tuile ar cermie ar yáve halla loala? In the spirit of. To be posted...
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15 July 2010 @ 11:27 pm. FIC: Ripples (VM/SB; NC-17). Absolutely did not happen. Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. Viggo wanted Sean to be so much more than a coworker and friend; mostly, though, Sean was a bit of an enigma. Written for the very generous and patient. Who won my services in exchange for a. Donation. I promised. 2500 words of story, and am delivering just slightly over 5400. I sincerely hope it's everything you wanted it to be, madame. Many thanks to. First Among Fishes, and.
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FIC: In Debt (Sharpe/Jane, Jane/Rossendale, Sharpe/Rossendale): sharpe_archive
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FIC: In Debt (Sharpe/Jane, Jane/Rossendale, Sharpe/Rossendale). Sharpe/Jane, Jane/Rossendale, Sharpe/Rossendale. I may march over the hills and far away alongside Richard Sharpe, but Bernard Cornwell, the lucky, lucky man, owns the rogue, not me. Of all the things Sharpe was prepared for, he wasn't ready for this sort of betrayal. As inspiration. Also written for the "Rage" challenge prompt (#19) at. Who is being extremely patient as I am being extremely. Factor into her winnings from the.
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FIC: Home (Sharpe/Harper): sharpe_archive
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Sharpe/Harper (implied Sharpe/Tom Garrard, Sharpe/Jane Gibbons). I may march over the hills and far away alongside Richard Sharpe, but Bernard Cornwell, the lucky, lucky man, owns the rogue, not me. It was strange how distant places and people could come to mean home to a man. As inspiration. Also written for the "Seringapatam" challenge prompt (#16) at. As an extremely late Halloween treat I owe her for "knocking" on my virtual! Last year. D'oh! Post a new comment. We will log you in after post.
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