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Sauronsbeagle (Member) 4/1/2009 6:31 AM EST : The Book of Curios
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The Book of Curios

Amongst any collection of primary sources there are always bound to be scraps of text which do not readily fall into easy categorisation - letters, notes, and suchlike.

Rather than ignore these fascinating fragments of historical evidence I have compiled them here, in the Book of Curios. Several of these papers even appear to have been written by the very hands of members of the Silent Minority, and as such are priceless artifacts of the Third Age!


Sauronsbeagle (Member) 4/1/2009 6:35 AM EST : RE: The Book of Curios
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The first of two scrolls, written in the same hand, found amongst a collection of papers from the Shire.

My dear friends -- Small Folk, Big Folk, and... those folk in between...

Welcome, at last, to our first proper gathering at The Stoop since we made it our base of operations!

May this be the first of many such occasions!

I hope you will enjoy yourselves as much as I intend to!

We're here, of course, because of the approach of Yule -- the winter solstice.

This is a very important time in the Shire calendar, and, although Yule is not celebrated by all the people of Middle-earth, it is certainly a time worthy of note.

Just as the days themselves have been growing shorter and darker, you who wander abroad will have noticed that the world is darkening in another way.

As the shadows lengthen, we've seen that The Shadow, which has always found its way into every cave and hollow, is now creeping into our own fields and towns.

We've seen it, and we recognise it.

We toil to keep the borders of this land, and many others, safe, while most folk are contented, living a dream.

And so they should be, for that is the fight we fight!

We fight so that the majority can continue to believe that they live in a peaceful Middle-earth.

We fight so that, one day, we -- The Silent Minority -- will be able to make the dream of the majority come true!

So, you see... not all is darkness. There is also hope, for Yule, more than anything, is a time of change!

It's a time when days start to grow longer; when the world once again begins to wake from her slumber. It's a time when the darkness is pushed back!

Let this occasion, this Yuletide gathering, serve as a time to remember we're not alone in the fight!

A time to remember we have friends.

A time for you to look into the eyes of kin-mates, and know that each of them, like you, will not stop until the creeping shadow fails!

This occasion is also a time of games and merriment, just so that we may remember what it is that we are fighting for!

Now, before the festivities get underway, I would like to propose a toast...

At Yuletide, this time of change, and of looking forward and looking back, I would like to propose a toast... to us, The Silent Minority! For what we have been, what we are, and what we will be... "To us"!


Sauronsbeagle (Member) 4/1/2009 6:37 AM EST : RE: The Book of Curios
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The second of these scrolls.

The King's Rest


I have a little tale I'd like to tell!

If you are all comfortable, then I shall begin...

Tales are often told of the five Wizards: the White, the Grey, the Brown, and even sometimes of the two Blue Wizards.

But on this festive occasion, good friends, I wish to tell you a short winter parable of the sixth Wizard, Sanntar -- The Red Wizard!

The Story

Not since the Fell Winter could anyone in The Shire remember a cold so bitter.

Icicles hung like spears, the roads were blocked by deep snow and treacherous ice, and the Brandywine River had frozen over.

At around that time, in the north of The Shire, there was an inn known as The King's Rest.

The inn's location in beautiful wooded hills had always ensured its prosperity.

It was not only frequented by many travellers, but also by well-to-do folk who simply wanted a few days' holiday in pleasant surroundings.

However, because of the harshness of the winter and the impassibility of the roads, the inn had barely seen a customer in many a long week.

Supply wagons had been abandoned on the road by their owners, and travel had all but ceased along the Great Road.

The inn-keeper thought he may have to close the inn down, and tell all his staff to return to their homes far away.

Then, one evening, just as the inn-keeper had decided that the very next day he would have to make the sad announcement to his staff, there was a quiet rapping on the bar in the common-room.

Peering out of his office, the inn-keeper saw there was an old man at the bar.

The old man was stooping and dishevelled, and clearly pinched and trembling with cold, despite his cloak and long beard.

"Good evening," said the inn-keeper. "What might I do for you on this most chilly of evenings?"

"W-well," replied the old man, his old teeth a-chattering, "I'm very much in need of a meal and a bed for the night."

"We can certainly provide you with both," said the inn-keeper. "The cost will be two silver pennies."

"I must admit, kind sir," said the old man, "that I don't have any money to pay... just at the moment. But, if you send me away, I will surely die in the wilderness!"

The inn-keeper felt sorry for the old man, and asked him to settle himself down at one of the many vacant chairs by the fire.

As the old man made himself comfortable, the inn-keeper saw the flash of a fine red robe beneath the old man's rough travelling cloak.

The inn-keeper wondered if perhaps the old man had once been wealthy before falling upon some ill fortune.

Then, thinking no more about it, the inn-keeper fetched a meal for the old man.

He brought cold meats, hot soup, a new loaf, and a good, deep mug of beer. It was very good fare under such circumstances, and the old man ate hungrily and gratefully.

When the old man was done, he turned to the inn-keeper. "Kind sir, thank you for your generosity."

"If I may," the old man continued, "I will retire to bed now. You won't see me in the morning, but I promise that you will receive much more than two silver pennies for your kindness."

The inn-keeper smiled in return, but said nothing; he did not expect to see the old man again, not to mention the two silver pennies.

Then, in the morning, the inn-keeper was awoken by the Sun in his eyes...

The Sun! For weeks, She had been hidden, and there had been nothing but cold, grey gloomy days!

The inn-keeper jumped out of bed and looked through his chamber windows. The icicles outside were dripping with sparkling clear water! The ice was melting!

The inn-keeper ran through the common-room to the inn's front door, and was surprised to find it standing open!

Draped over a chair by the doorway, he recognised the old man's cloak from the night before.

Stepping outside, the old man was nowhere to be seen, but, on the path leading away from the inn, were slowly fading footsteps in the melting snow!

Laughing in his joy and relief, with the golden sunlight shining full on his face, the inn-keeper lit his pipe, and he waited for the first supply wagons and travellers to begin their journeys once again!

The End!


Sauronsbeagle (Member) 4/1/2009 6:42 AM EST : RE: The Book of Curios
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As promised to Master Khrund, I've prepared the following text for the town crier:

Be hereto known to all the good people in Bree that the Fellowship of the Silent Minority, valiantly led by Captain Hazel, under whose banner fought the fair Lady Tarnia and her companion Mr. Jihlo, Sir Aldwyn the Minstrel, Master Khrund, Dwarf, and young Guelderose from Bree, having stalwartly partecipated in the defense of the town of Trestlebridge from the assaults of the Horde of the Witch King, has in that occurrence vanquished numerous Enemies and Fell Beasts, including the following:
a three-headed Dragon, that was disguised as a Crow
ten mighty Orcs, of which nine were felled by Master Khrund with a single blow
a whole flock of Crows, transfixed with a single hail of arrows
five hideous Boars
a Bear, that succumbed to Mr. Jihlo's Cabbage Stew miasma
innumerable Beers
All hail the Champions of the Free People and of Bree!

I'm aware that my simple prose is unadequate to illustrate such mighty accomplishments, but I'm only an illiterate hunter.

It also occurred to me that maybe the Town Crier could not be able to proclame our glory, having ceased to exist just a few minutes after I gave him the text to read [1].

Andrew Guelderose from Bree, hunter

[1] and I even gave him 1 silver that I will never recover!


Sauronsbeagle (Member) 4/1/2009 6:43 AM EST : RE: The Book of Curios
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To: Mrs Ma Beolafswife
17 Pigdung Lane


Nr Dale



Dear Ma,


Greetings from The Shire! It’s me, Beolaf, your wandering son!


Don’t worry, I haven’t learned my letters. My good friend Raiff is writing this while I do something he calls ‘dictating’. You should tell Dick Tate next door that they’ve named a kind of writing after him, he’ll be well chuffed! You’ll have to take this letter to Clerk Olafson when it arrives so as he can read it to you, but I suppose you already have if you’re following this!


I hope you and Pa are well, and that Pa has calmed down a bit since I left. How’s the new Idiot settling in? Is he as Idiotic as me? I bet he isn’t, but you can wish him good luck from me whoever he is. Tell him he can use my toad juggling routine if he wants.


I’ve had all kinds of adventures since I left, too many to tell about here, so I thought I’d tell you about something that happened quite recently – I was part of a march! A proper one too, not like that one we was on last year when we lynched that mule for being a witch.


I’ve fallen in with a good crowd of people, you see. Together we help fight all the bad people in this part of the world. They tell me that the Darkness has returned, whatever that means, and that the Free People must join together to fight it. It’s very exciting, but scary too. We call ourselves The Silent Minority. My best friend Maegnar explained why to me once, but I forgot.


Anyway, so my friends and me all met up outside a town called Bree, all dressed in our best clothes and looking powerful swanky. I had my best trousers and weskit on, the ones with the patches over the holes that the mice chewed. There were hobbits (like people, only shorter), dwarves (like the ones from the mountain), elves (like people, only with less warts), and regular people like me. It was some sight, Ma!


We marched with some other groups of folks, allies Miss Rose called them, from Bree to another town called Trestlebridge (Miss Rose is a hobbit lady, you'd like her). The other groups of folks all had matching uniforms on and marched in lines, I think they’d been naughty or something. We just walked along where we liked cause we had our own clothes on.


We stopped in Trestlebridge for a bit and a nice man talked to us about some things I didn’t rightly understand, and then we marched again to a place in the North Downs with some ruins in it. This part of the march was a bit scary so I hid behind my friend Feor for most of the way (Feor’s a fighting lady, you’d like her). We stopped in the ruins, which was a strange thing to do on account of them being full of nasty orcs.


Then someone from each group made a speech. I was too busy keeping a close eye on the orcs to pay much attention to what they were saying, but they sure sounded nice. It was Rhiannon that made the speech from our group, I remember that much (Rhiannon’s a singing elf, you’d like her). One of the groups with uniforms was all dwarves! They kept shouting things as if they a hair caught in their throats – probably from their beards.


Then everything went wrong. First some wolves attacked us, and then some orcs, and then some trolls! For a while I forgot that I wasn’t wearing my armour and I waded into them, swinging my sword and axe for all I was worth. The next thing I know I’ve got some troll drool on my weskit and I remembered where I was. I ran back to where Miss Rose was to help protect her, but Hrethmund was there so I just hung around trying to look brave (Hrethmund is a dwarf with lots of hats, you’d like him).


We beat the wolves and the orcs and the trolls, but then a bad man in a robe showed up and we noticed that all the people who’d made the nice speeches had gone. Even Rhiannon! It was awful! The man scared me and made me cower in fear. Luckily everyone else did too, so I didn’t feel so bad. Then he disappeared and I was confused some.


They tell me that the people the man took are being held captive in a place called the Ettenmoors. Our friends are going to go there in a few days to try and rescue them. I wanted to go too, but Maegnar says that me and Raiff have to stay here because it’s too dangerous for the likes of us. Annundril, our other housemate (he’s a strange elf, you wouldn’t like him), says he’s not going to go and help either cause it has nothing to do with him, and that our friends were stupid to go having a meeting in an orc-filled ruin in the first place. Maybe he’s right, but that doesn’t help poor Rhiannon. Anyway, I’m sure they’ll get her back.


I hope this reaches you, Ma. Raiff says we can write another letter together soon, so I’ll let you know what happens to my friends. Give my love to Pa.





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