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Lord of the Ruffles: The Fellowship of the Chips (in Subject Articles)

…telling the wee ones campfire tales. The hobbits suddenly come upon a river bank that is occupied by a huge willow tree MERRY: See Pip, it was just a river,…

Elissae (in RPG Characters)

…in the War of the Great Jewels. Her mother, a renouned healer, was overcome with grief and was dying slowly. She would have died, but the Ban on the Exiles…

Ciryatian aka Cir (in RPG Characters)

ban of the Valar…kindly reluctantly and makes his craft his living in Romenna. He stays true to the Valar no matter…being part of the The Faithful. “…those Numenoreans who were…

Erumelmo Annasívë. (in RPG Characters)

…still placed under the ban. They dwelt then in Lindon where Galadriel and Celeborn ruled over a group of Elves, as a fiefdom under Gil-galad. Erumelmo was offered his own…

Chapter 3: Eärendil’s Star (in Fanfiction)

…early years there is much that is cause for worry. He speaks openly against the ban of the Valar, but at least for now does not dare defy them.’ ‘What…

Chapter 4: A Great Darkness (in Fanfiction)

…It is indeed my fear that in time, they will forbid the Elven tongues completely. And ban us from visiting Númenor altogether.’ Elrond watched Gil-galad sit back. He put down…

Part 2- The Very Scary Sleepover (in Fanfiction)

…says, “This story is immoral and should be banned from CoE… It also says that Erestor chooses Denethor and I will send another message depending on Denethor’s choice.” … thank…

Confusion avails (in Fanfiction)

…one was around and ached his way off down a passage. Sam with a beaming smile opened the door, “Come on Sir, it is the ban” he stopped in his…

The Saga of Lloyd Trilby (in Subject Articles)

ban of Crisco. SAM still spends his days in Bag End with his wife and daughter. He still makes his infamous Chocolate chip sandwiches. And twenty five years after the…

Chapter 7: The New White (in Fanfiction)

…nervously from the backseat. “Where will it go?” “Shut up,” muttered Fred. He was seated in the front seat, balancing his laptop on his knees, typing furiously. Maps and databases…