Chapter Nine: Dead Man’s Party (in Fanfiction)
…so that she was level with the treetops. She could make out every minute detail of their homes, livestock and people. It was amazing. Even stranger was the fact that…
…so that she was level with the treetops. She could make out every minute detail of their homes, livestock and people. It was amazing. Even stranger was the fact that…
…made him want to howl and stab his own eardrums out with hot pokers. As the night worn on, minute by minute, hour by hour, the Mouth began regretting taking…
…a minute, Gim. You go ahead,” she told him with a small sigh. Gimli shrugged and walked over to the campsite. The minute Buffy had asked for turned into several,…
…we put them up in Orthanc. Trig: Neither did I. Look at that, something new everyday. Wait a minute, that tower is huge, why do they all have to room…
…note. It did not matter. Nothing mattered but the lad in the bed, waging his battle breath by breath, minute by minute. Dimly, I was aware of Mat leading my…
…more.” Bilbo said picking up the two fugitives. “You two are filthy. You’ve only been outside in the mud for a minute.” He sighed. “One minute, they only had one…
“Wait a minute!” Denethor gulped. He and Boromir pointed to Faramir, who tried to look unimportant. Sauron checked his chart to see how enjoyable (for him) these appointments would be….
…trusted until this very minute. “Sam was merely giving me a tour of your Shire Frodo,” Ranger said, seeing the conflicting emotions within the hobbit that stood beside him. “We…
…for you!” Sigrid threw her arms around Tauriel in a sound hug; she was quite surprised but hugged her back. “I just knew the minute I saw you two together…
…on our toes this afternoon I suspect,” Frodo said in reply. He couldn’t help but smile at the exuberance his two younger cousins displayed almost every minute of the day….