All good things must come to an end.
Throughout the entire meal, Legolas could barely keep his eyes off Silvren, even when Míriel came in late and hurried over to her brother’s side. Arwen, being the know-it-all-sister she was, noticed Legolas’ gaze and pinched Silvren on the leg just as she was to take a bite of her food.
"For the time being, the warrior was alone. But it was not afraid of the many enemies living above. All the warrior knew was rage and instinct and determination. It would do what had to be done, because that was the way of things. It was a predator, and it would hunt down its prey no matter how many there were. And it would fight. And it would win."
ya know..the first time i read Tolkien`s LOTR i was enthralled, captivated, the whole nine yards... i even composed a poem based on The Fellowship Of The Ring way back in 2001..and i promptly lost it..probably offended my house-elf or something.. anyway, was just clearing all my old stuff when- wonder of wonders- i found my notes that i`d used to compose the poem...yippee!!! so here goes - enjoy it all you tolkien fans..its all mine..( except the first eight lines..duh!! ) maybe a tad amateurish but i like to think of it as my personal tribute to tolkien
Summary: Now Ariane had to decide: would she stay in the sorrow of Middle-Earth among her friends and family, or would she drift away to utter joy and peace, to Valinor with the Lady Celebrian, bound to forget her past?
Aragon finally lets love in...
It couldn't be helped, Shastan told himself. He had to act like a stupid Southron. He had to play the part in order to remain with Ladril. He just wished that being alone wasn't so...lonely.
Lienilde's gaze then dropped to the floor as she returned to her reverie. Melde stood nearby, studying her daughter. She worried about her change in disposition lately, and decided that if her daughter did not open up to her soon she may have to question her after all. Or perhaps, she thought, she could visit Vorime herself and see what had troubled her daughter so.
A little bit symbolistic one...
Read and find out...
Completely pointless... and kind of funny, just because of the pointlessness. Part 1 of 4. Completely pointless ... and kind of funny, just because of the pointlessness. Part 1 of 4.
She watched in dismay, not letting it show though, as the nine Wraiths unsheathed their swords and started into the shallow water. The sound of numerous hooves upon the riverbed sounded like the distant rolling of thunder as Silvren glanced down at the river.
Kali gets ready to meet with the King and his Queen, but she finds her mind thinking about evrything but how she should present herself to them. Nate, well, Nate tries to forget about the other rangers.
Maida watched the old healer as he stepped around Thendril, staring at whatever had shocked Amalinde so badly. His face quickly turned a pale shade of grey. "By the Valar," he muttered. "What happened to her?" "What is it?" Maida demanded. "What is wrong with Lucy?"
Gwamyr roared from his place. "You bloody witch! You will die for that! If I get free you will pay for that with your life, wench!"