Silver Leaves (in Fanfiction)
…Thalion found a comfortable spot in the middle of the opening and they sat down and rested for awhile and ate their afternoon meal. “This time tomorrow we will reach…
…Thalion found a comfortable spot in the middle of the opening and they sat down and rested for awhile and ate their afternoon meal. “This time tomorrow we will reach…
…shower tent, and tossed him in, clothes and all. They figured his clothes needed washing as well. After three and a half hours, he finally emerged, sopping, and smelling a…
…in her cloak and a blanket and had fallen asleep as soon as she had lain down. She could not have been asleep for more than a couple of hours…
…project and have a lot of fun. Guillermo_del_Toro: As I said, I had a marvellous lunch with John and Alan in London a few days ago and we all got…
…she replied. “SheÂ’s earned the right…” “What about me, then? I deserve it as much as she.” “Jordan, Kennedy was there last time. She helped…” “I wouldÂ’ve have helpedÂ… if…
…“Faermorn needs a rest for one reason, my little one, but also we need to eat so this is as good a time as any,” he said as he started…
…and destroy all of those books. And make sure they all burn.” “Good idea.”, said Bara enthusiastically. He paused. “I hope she doesn’t have anymore copies of that book.”, he…
…trotted and trotted and cantered and cantered and cantered and then I walked and walked and walked ’cause my horse (Bumblefax) didn’t like me and then I made my way…
…lines of the city. You need to broaden your horizons.” “What is the girlÂ’s name?” “Elrénia.” “Is that not Lord ElrondÂ’s daughter?” she exclaimed. “Lady ArwenÂ’s sister? Why, in all…
…to her.” I waved a good-night, heading back towards ElainaÂ’s rooms. Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’Â’ –GimliÂ’s POV– The elf makes a very undignified snort. HeÂ’s carving something (showy elvish symbols, no doubt) into…