The Lady of Bree (in Fanfiction)
…back into the basin. “I can say though that she is rather fair under all this grime.” “Rather fair indeed.” Frodo said as he stood from the chair. The soft…
…back into the basin. “I can say though that she is rather fair under all this grime.” “Rather fair indeed.” Frodo said as he stood from the chair. The soft…
…ever seen. He eyed it thoughtfully and then over at Kivi’s mug, out which was emanating a deep and smoky scent into the still-crisp morning air. “Mornin’,” Kivi answered gravely…
…Pip. Pippin: What about elevensees? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them, doesn’t he? Merry: I wouldn’t count on it. (Suddenly, an apple comes flying trough the air,…
…in the largest, shiniest chair he had ever seen. He was eating caviar and lobster and talking up a storm. “Hey, Mr. Hoho, you aren’t too bad an actor!” said…
…scream. His cry pierced through the air as Malcolm watched the Maia’s face contort with agony. Moses could feel the air being forced out his lungs, his chest felt as…
…arm through the air as if to ward off some danger. Eerie music plays in the background. Sam watches him with concern. Frodo falls to his knees looking dazed. With…
…not easy to forget. But there seemed an air of mystery about this whole affair, with him keeping company with hobbits, and Shire folk at that. “No more than necessary,”…
…Thranduil was the only elf in Mirkwood with hair of that wondrous hue… *** “Not any more,” stated a young voice, interrupting the storyteller. “You have very nice hair, too.”…
…hobbit do outside the ring of sheltering trees? And at this hour of eve? Stair by stair he walked down, his glance fixed on the other hobbit’s back. First Pippin…
…leapt onto the bed to catch it. Retrieving one of his boots, Legolas hopped around the room as he pulled it on. Laughing, he jumped up into the air to…