"Knock! Knock! A sharp rapping sound was heard on the round doorway. Merry was sitting in his favorite chair by the fireplace, drinking a mug of beer when he heard the knock..."
"Two easy days of walking brought Frodo to Buckland. He went south from Tighfield through Scary and Budgeford and turned east at Whitfurrows onto the East Road some ten miles from the Brandywine Bridge..."
Aragorn shook his head in warning, drawing one of the long, wicked knives that the Haradrim favoured. "One sound and your live is forfeit!" he whispered, pressing the blade to the other man's throat for emphasis.
“Our two missing Hobbits’ swords...I’ll carry them to return them to them when and if we find them alive.”
"The moon was rising, shadowing the figure of a rider, a tall, thin and worried form upon a strong gray horse riding swiftly up the small slope of hill that turned sharply downwards towards the citadel of Dol Amroth..."
"It was mid-summer in the Shire. The young pair of orioles chirped on the top of their lungs their beautiful duet song. But they knew that whatever happens it wouldn't wake Pippin up anyway..."
"'Yuck, Frodo, you are just so gross,' exclaimed Elanor in disgust as her younger brother Frodo scooped up a fat wiggly worm from under a wet puddle of mud..."
Glorfindel meets his soulmate, Asfaloth.
Two beings of very different races (elf and man) share a simple meeting under the stars.
"Morwen was running down the steps to her fathers chambers. This was not the first time she was late..."
Part One of Four: Sam and Frodo
Arwen and Aragorn's mischievous daughter, Ariwen on her visit to the Shire with her Mother, Father, and Brother.
Just a short story I came up with one day.