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elsan’elMaheral Maheral Arasdir Miravaris 1st day of The Amber Cold, the Year 288 of the Second Age et the matter be set aright. With the dawn and kindling of our peoples, Larihei to us bequeathed our charge. Stewardship of lore and song, that long night may be forestalled and fairness availed. Fondness there lay in the hearts of all of things that were and things that again might be, but in this longing we give overmuch to needs of our own - and not unlike the mali'ata, who so conceited in their wants are scarce to bethink themselves of that which Larihei unto them entrusted, and forget to give back the wholeness that they so idly took. Customs deep enrooted and whims alike may be forlorn that a Will of Silver endures, and the path continues unhindered. Thusly I defend not Veralya Wynasul, but myself. For though her hand guided the quill, the will and thoughts of it are mine. No reproach I shall suffer of my Sohaer for deeds faithfully rendered. It is I, Maheral Arasdir Miravaris, Steward of Her Will Most Blessed, that you have quarrel with, Atlyn An'asul. And yet I shall not diminish your call. I shall myself stand before the Pariran'tir as any other and to their judgement heed. And so shall you, for words and deeds of such treachery are not to be so lightly given. For the question of my erring in ensuring maehr'sae hiylun'ehya is not the only that needs answering, but also whether your loyalty has been forsaken and whether wisdom yielded unto malice. For availing Antelian in his attempt on my life I have granted you forgiveness, though you flew from trial. Though you were bid you cease your availing him in his practice of dark arts you were reluctant. And now, your mind so wholly corrupted by fel and dark, you devise against your own kindred designs of evil. I shall welcome judgement of the wise gladly. Shall you? anniler’oem onn elsiimah, neehya elilum tuva narn’vallei

Arasdir bethought the Sullas talonnii as it had been during its noontide, of the many wonderous mali'thill borne of that house of Lucion - such the musings lingered and his memories stirred, and to Elarhil was drawn his thought - whither he dwelt now, and if the call he'd heed... Or perhaps that the kindling of this line would bring new eager children of silver that her will may steward.

Sat upon a bench beech-hewn, musing the whispers of that deep river carven in stone, Arasdir's eyes drifted fondly over the missive, smiling a smile as warm as the first breath of spring. He mused the years of his youth, when Elesia's stewardship of silver gave to him hope, and uttered a wistful "maehr'sae hiylun'ehya."

well thats just not true since hnor is around n also hnor has safeguarded its collection for nearly 10 years now, dont need randos archiving stuff furthermore, ppl dedicated their entire mineman career to collections of books, looking for rare books, trading, doing diplomacy, scouring n whatnot. the library and being able to manage and protect its huge collection is hnor's most considerable feat and what its known for. some dude who made a new nation last week n is needing books for his library shouldnt go in and copy our shelves that took a decade of work if u gonna transcribe atleast take 30 minutes to an hour per book not 3 seconds

The Maheral looked keenly beyond those marbled gates, eager to show pure and blessed visitors the curtesy of the Silver City!

What exactly is archiving? Was the dwarf going into Hnor library last map and coming out w a belly suspiciously shaped like hundreds of books painstakingly collected through RP diplomacy, trades and policy just archiving?

Arasdir Miravaris strolled unhurriedly through the stone-hewn city of Taliyu'lin - he counseled with the trickling waters as they delved their way into the deep waterfalls of the earth, their murmur and melody bringing to his lips a tender smile. In his solace a hand caressed the carven walls, and in that touch his thoughts tarried to a dwarf of elder day, when their paths joined beneath kinder hours - where he dwelt now, since their paths sundered, and how fond would he be of a home beneath mountain? In the stillness of the hidden city there was then a trespass, and through the unseen clefts a breeze caught upon his long flowing robes, stirring his thoughts. His brow darkened, and a shadow washed over his features.

Arasdir recalled fondly his collaboration with his good friend Korvec, and how together of marble they had hewn marvels of the known world. He prepared his collection of wines, to be toasted in the grand mason's honour!

Arasdir Miravaris peered over the document, not under the guttering light of a forlorn inn, but within an abode marble-hewn, under a silver chandelier, and he rejoiced that his people were renewed! "Asul lente. Silver that is true doth not wither!"

✦ • ───────────────────────────── •✶• ───────────────────────────── • ✦ parsaer ay'ellaurir'fenn iyl thill’onn mahnihan ohn irrin; parsaere narnir’naeri u’lle; oem luthien ame ito lom’lin; otufer owaleh’ehya estelle; miar’sae’Malin narne eth; ito okarn’Adriel okarn fiyem; halerir san’ehya puerith; anoh elfenn’leyu dantyem; welier! Wyn ito lye’leh! y eltahn ikur’talareh; elmali illereyam iheiuhii; ellenti’vihai fuer’elcihi; marceru arhil’ehya sanere; cruan ohaesiea taliiyna owaleh; oiylanh hiylun, allim luere; Ito eladil sohae’ehya laureh; ✦ • ───────────────────────────── •✶• ───────────────────────────── • ✦

Arasdir emerged from his crimson tent, and upon the table of the camp a Gazzette lay which he did not tarry in seizing. The first light guided his eyes across the paper and the steady sounding of chisel upon marble lend to his reading rhytm. "Brazen... We must not delay in bringing these wayward thill before the Pariran'tir, lest they stray too far and give themselves wholly to lesser Paths."

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Arasdir consulted full of intrigue the new issue of the Haelun'or Gazette, taking great joy in the Saiko segment! He took to his quill, eager to fuel the gossip segment...

"Iheiuhii narne narneyem'ehya - and silver that is true doth not tarnish." spoke a Miravaris by the mouth of the sea, presenting to his predecessor the hopeful endeavours of the young Sohaer. @ImCookiie

Arasdir Miravaris was gladdened by the fortunes of his cousins, pondering coming to witness such curiosities with his own eyes and contributing his findings to the Eternal Library!

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"Maehr'sae hiylun'ehya. Ay'Sohaer" chanted a Miravaris!

elparsaer’dantir Malaurir Arasdir Miravaris as put to pen on the 21st day of the First Seed in the year 271 of the Second Age f the foundering of the Golden Pools knowledge has long passed beyond recall, and eludes now even the wisest amongst our kin, but scarcely can one deem that such hallowing was a trifling quirk of stone, to have been hewn idly by the caverns’ deep. There was purpose wrought in those caverns, and it is folly to believe mere chance alone laboured in that hour. A will, far more subtle and vast for even mali’thill reckoning, sought to undo the marring of the world and rekindle a design unaddled by the fell and foul. It was, then, not helmed by fortune and chance alone, but by the careful weaving of unseen tapestry, that Larihei harkened the call. A power through the Golden Pools sought to breathe truth and wholeness into the unfinished creation, but left no guiding word, or, if ever our people were privy to their design, such is lost to the turning of the ages. Of the great powers that roam so freely our world we cannot ask for counsel, for no greater is their charge than that of our own - however gleaming the threads, still bound they are by the breadth of the tapestry, and beyond it they cannot see. Thus, those few who saw the peril of Malin’s withered mind followed Her, and their weariness was eased by those gleaming waters, their fate to be forever shifted. For a time maehr’sae hiylun’ehya spread, and all flourished beneath the Light of the Pools. Words were first laid and song was first sung. Then came the sundering. The world was bereaved of the First Silver City and the boon forlorn beneath its ruin would not see renewal, leaving stewardship of its blessed light in so very few. A grim vigil is held over hope in the gathering gloom. Is it loathe which forestalls a new foundering of the Pools? Has this veiled creator taken leave of hope? Answers to belief come, as many as blades of grass. Malaurir Braxus Ni’leya, after the long years took their toll upon his mind and shriveled his soul, turned to misguided conceit. He saw in Larihei the foremost mason of this Path, and unto Her he afforded reverence beyond what was owed. It is true that the elves were then delivered from Malin’s wroth, and in no small part did The First Maheral avail in laying the stepstones to purifying the world, but Hers was a calling no greater than those she shepherded. Around us houses for the unseen are built more splendid than those of the living, and wanton ruin is wrought as means for nearness to the divine. Offerings lay rotting upon cold stone-hewn altars and the hungry tarry untended. Should this shaping force which abides beyond the rain curtain of the world be gladdened, then, by vain clamour? Perhaps it is needless to ponder, and to mull over yellowed scroll and of the skies to ask questions of our duty, but we may hold that silver that is true does not wither, and that through our toil is long night forestalled, until all the hearts worn thin by evil will be eased through our grace unhoarded, or until this long slumber is ended and again purity is granted to the world entire. ha'lehne ito kae u'chil'ii ern'osanere

Arasdir Miravaris rejoiced! "Asul lente karin'ento."