"Her suffering is great, and not all of it can be accounted for by the wound on her arm. I fear there is a deeper wound to her heart."
"Here there are but nine, though there should have been ten. One of your company has been replaced by i titheniel. Tell me where is Gandalf? Was there some change of counsel? Although I cannot understand the wisdom in sending a maiden in his place."
It was her first year as mistress of her own house, and her first Yule with Pippin. She smiled at the thought, but it was only a brief moment before her smile fell away again as she remembered the disaster that afternoon.
It was her first year as mistress of her own house, and her first Yule with Pippin. She smiled at the thought, but it was only a brief moment before her smile fell away again as she remembered the disaster that afternoon.
Occasionally we feature some gems that appear on our messageboard... Here's a wonderful yuletide poem from our resident poet, Parm.
<b>Hobbit Feet</b> by <b>nunke</B> Spring finally arrived today andI greeted my garden in the hobbit way - Enjoying the cool of new grass as it grows,Feeling soft earth under my toes, Checking for bloodroot, maidenhair fern,Wild ginger and...
I thought it might be a nice idea to create a Challenge Series here. ... the idea is to set a different challenge for writers here every few months (or even shorter) whereby contributions are made about a particular subject. Regarding the first challenge I will set; the subject shall be SPRING.
Legolas brushed away the tears that had fallen onto her cheeks. "Do not cry Lady Coralie. You are well and our hearts are merry. Look! We have come into the land of Lothlórien, the heart of Elvendom on earth."
Each time Aragorn called her name, his voice grew fainter, as though even he had left them momentarily to tread the shadowy paths where now her spirit wandered.
"I failed her Legolas," Aragorn looked at his friend soberly. "I swore an oath to her on the road. She did not hear it, but that does not make it any less valid," he sighed "I should have been more vigilant." His eyes fell to the head that Legolas cradled in his lap.
"It is as I feared! The Orc's blade was poisoned!"