Jack Vettriano The British Are Coming

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sighed. When he spoke, his voice was tight with grief. “Yes, it about did that.” He straightened. “I have to see him, Benlo. Sounds as if he didn’t let me know he’d had a bad spell or something - not that he’d admit it anyway. Stubborn Baggins.”
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Not long before the Free Fair many of the family heads met as usually happened in the village hall in Hobbiton. Griffo Boffin came in for the family from the region around the Hill and greeted the rest as he accepted a mug of ale from Largo Longbottom, whose turn it was to provide the drink for the gathering. “Frodo won’t be able to come. Just got back from Michel Delving, and Samwise says he was quite tired looking and went to bed early.”
Isumbard, who was standing in for the Thain, was concerned. “He looked well enough when I left him earlier this afternoon.” He looked as if he were reviewing the order of the day. “Now that I think about it,” he said with a sigh, “he didn’t eat a lot today. That’s not a good sign with him.”
“What’s wrong All looked at him. Benlo raised his chin. “He did well by our folk and is doing a fine job of making certain Cousin Lobelia’s estate goes as intended to rebuild what Lotho destroyed through his greed and foolishness.”
“What’s been done about Timono?” asked Dormo Gravelly.
“He’s being held in the storage holes in Michel Delving,” Will said. “They’vewith his appetite?” asked old Odo Proudfoot.“His appetite is fine - it’s his stomach that’s the problem,” Bard said. “Not been right since he returned to the Shire.”Odo shrugged. The door opened and Will Whitfoot entered. He had finally begun to regain his weight, and his color was almost normal. His gait was much recovered, and he’d managed to at last discard the cane he’d used for a few months as his knee healed. Odo brightened. “Well, if you don’t look like a new Hobbit, Will. Look, all - our Mayor is ready to go back to work!”“Not if I can help it,” Will said. “I told you before, Odo - I intend to retire. Frodo’s been doing a crack job of setting things to right, and I intend him as my successor. I’ve been pushing everyone to support him.”“I certainly intend to,” Benlo Bracegirdle said, surprising everyone. constructed

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Come on” Legolas urged. He stopped to wait for his companions to catch up. They had been in high pursuit of their two hobbits and their captors.
“Nay” Aragorn shook his head. “We need to stop. It shall be dark soon” he would have liked to keep moving but knew that while Legolas held a strong physique, Aragorn knew they would all need to stop soon.
They waited a moment scent of evil. Nature it self remained still and broken.
Everything was silent. One of the many unique features of elven kind was the ability to communicate with nature. For some reason though Legolas’ bond to life seemed more so then most elves. His body actually reacted to not hearing anything.
“Nienor. Baw lamo mellon-nin (Sorrow… You don’t speak for Gimli to catch up and once the dwarf was done ranting about being a natural sprinter they quickly made came.Legolas quietly moved to slip in to the forest but he was spotted by Aragorn.The ranger turned towards him. “Where are you going?”“Hebi tiri” (keeping watch) the elf responded, though it was clear he had other intentions.Aragorn rolled his eyes. “If cin pedo so” (if you say so) Gimli cleared his throat. “Feel free to speak in the common tongue!”The human ignored him and proceeded towards the main clearing. Gimli reluctantly followed. Gimli fell asleep immediately and Aragorn soon drifted into a similar state.XXXLegolas didn’t trust this place. He didn’t trust the eerie shadows or the

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didn’t answer.
“Come lads!”
Their exchange was interrupted by Bilbo’s cheerful voice as he came out the door. The old hobbit surveyed his charges with a twinkle in his eyes before proceeding to the front of the pony cart and climbing in. They all followed suit, Merry and Frodo climbing into the back while Pippin hopped nimbly up to sit by Bilbo.
“Well young sir! ‘Tis a fine day for a ride so why are you all a bluster?”
“Hmph.” Pippin crossed his arms in front of him.
“Ah well, have it your way then m’lad! The day is too magnificent to waste on a grumpy mood.” Bilbo winked at the others and urged the pony on his Bilbo and his young charges were soon on their way again, the little pony cart making it’s way lazily down the fair country lane. A morning spent by the water would be the perfect way to begin another warm day. Bilbo thought over what Merry had told him last evening as he maneuvered the little wagon giving the pony free rein away.Not one to be quiet for long Pippin began to brighten when they reached the Gaffer’s home a short time later and he leaped easily to the ground as soon as the little cart came to a halt. Merry and Frodo followed suit and it wasn’t long before they had the flora placed carefully in the shed.Frodo nudged his cousin and nodded at Pippin who was watching Sam’s youngest sister adoringly. Merry grinned at him. It was no secret that Pippin had a crush on Marigold.“Perhaps Sam’s sister can help get Pippin back into a more cordial mood, hmm?”Merry snickered. “Aye, amazing what a lovely little lass can do to perk up a dark mood. My, what an effect it has on certain hobbit lads.”“I’d thought Pippin a bit young for that but then wonders never cease where he’s concerned.” Frodo looked up at the sound of his name and hurried to join Bilbo and the Gaffer.t times. Perhaps a bit of a chat with young

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him a firm hug.
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“You did WHAT?” Merry shook his head in disbelief and leaned back against the big oak tree. “Pippin, you really are daft!” He tossed a pebble at the pond extra forcefully, his disgust at Pippin’s actions all too apparent.
Pippin moaned and threw an arm over his face.
Merry sat up straight and glared at his young cousin. “Pip, you haven’t done anything that foolish since you climbed up onto the barn roof and thought you could fly!”Pippin grinned up at his cousin. “That’s good at least. I really am sorry.”
Merry chuckled. “I imagine you are. You really should be thinking things through before you do something dim-witted. Just what is the attraction with Sancho anyway? I think he’s nothing but a little scoundrel wPippin allowed himself to chuckle at the memory despite his mood. “Aww, I was only just a wee lad of five, Merry.” He sighed and rolled over onto his stomach in the green grass, plucking at some of the tufts as he scrunched up his face at the memory. “But I guess you’re right. Mum and Da were almost as upset with me then as they are now. Anyway, I certainly got it good and proper this time. I dinna think I’ll be able to sit for a week.” He reached back and rubbed his seat.“And now you can’t go anywhere. So much for us getting to visit Hobbiton and see Frodo and Bilbo. You know how much I was looking forward to it.” Merry gave his cousin’s shoulder a rough nudge.“I’m sorry Merry! I didn’a mean to get in trouble again. I’m sorry I spoiled our visit. You can go without me.”Merry looked at the sorrowful eyes and his own expression softened. “You know I won’t do that, Pip.” He sighed. “Well, at least Uncle Paladin didn’t say I had to go home.”ho’s always

Jack Vettriano Good Days' Sunshine

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White and grey were the most prominent colors, but the longer he slept, new colors appeared. The most predominant color became red; it was a bright red, almost brilliant. It flowed through the white and grey, created puddles and bubbles in the white nothingness. It seemed to grow in size and intensity. While his dreams progressed, the red seemed to near Aragorn, to flow towards him and then up his legs and torso, until it encircled him. Later, after Legolas had already woken him several times, the dream changed again. The red vanished, to be replaced by a soft golden hue. Aragorn knew that he knew that color, had seen it numerous times, but – as it so often is in dreams – he could not make the connection.
Then, the mere colors became shapes. After a while, Aragorn made out the outlines of some sort of house or shed. Everything was white or grey, but Aragorn was sure that it was a building of some sorts. Next to the building stood a fence or a hedge, and just to the side of the building was an old well. Aragorn walked around the house – he could not see himself, had no body, but if he concentrated, he could move to the place he . An open book lay in his fingers, as if he was reading, but his eyes stared vacantly into nothing, veiled by elvish sleep. His golden hair spilled over his shoulders like molten sunshine. For a long moment, Aragorn simply lay there, watching Legolas sleep. It was obvious that the elf had watched over him during the night, wanted. Something about the house was familiar, but he could not tell what it was. Had he been here before? Did he know this place?And then again, something changed. Suddenly, Aragorn was certain that he was no longer alone. Someone was with him in this whiteness. He looked around, left and right, rounded the house and stepped over the fence. But the dreamscape began to flicker before his eyes. The grey became whiter, the shapes blurred. He wanted to hold onto the image, to keep it, to see what happened, but he could not keep the dream from escaping his grasp. The last thing he saw before the white took over, was a tall and slender figure walking towards the side of the house, where the well was located. Aragorn knew that he should recognize that person, that something would happened with this person, but before he could make the connection, Legolas shook his shoulder and he woke up. The dreambubble burst right before his eyes. And when he fell asleep but minutes later, it was a restful sleep, and the dream did not appear again.It was morning when Aragorn woke. His head felt still a bit fuzzy, but he knew that he worst was over. He turned, and his gaze fell on Legolas. The elf sat in bed, his back resting against the headboard

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due to Aragorn’s own busy schedule. Shortly upon arriving in the village he left again on a patrol that took far longer than he had anticipated. As soon as he returned, he was summoned to a ranger camp near Tharbad, where he had been snowed in. He had been unable to return to the village or send any message North. Now, in early February, the snow had thinned and Aragorn had immediately left for the village. It was still cold and he knew that the winter was not over yet, but that could not deter him. In his packs he carried letters to family members of the rangers who stayed behind in Tharbad, as well as a few letters of his own. He had written to Legolas during the dark, cold and long nights he had stayed in Tharbad, but had been unable to send. He had not yet decided if he would send them, and he was too tired at the moment to think *****
Legolas was shrouded in near complete darkness when he woke. His keen elven eyes had no problem in piercing the darkness, but he saw no intruder. What had woken him? For a moment, he lay completely about it. All he wanted now, after days of riding through the snow and cold, was to fall into his bed and sleep.A few hours later, Aragorn’s equally tired horse climbed a small snow covered hill. Looking down, his face numb from the cold, Aragorn finally made out the tiny orange glow of torches. Beneath him, the village nested between two rolling hills that were but dark shadows in the night. Sighing in relief, Aragorn pressed his knees into his horse’s flanks. They made their way slowly down the hill, and when they reached the wooden palisade that protected the village from wild beasts and the worst of the storm, Aragorn could barely keep his eyes from sliding shut. Valar, he was tired. He gave the password and the guard let him enter, greeting him warmly upon recognizing him. Aragorn merely nodded his head tiredly, then led his horse towards the common stable. He dismounted awkwardly, for his thighs were numb with cold. His fingers barely managed the saddle belt, but he diligently brushed his horse down, gave him food and water and some treats, before he shouldered his packs and left for his own bed.

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tent that his kinsman erected for him was in sight. The banner with the White Tree had been hurled and there were no signs that the tent belonged to a king, more then just the Captain of Dúnedain, but it was the most comfortable shelter he had slept in for a long time. The camp was quiet, the rangers sleeping after many exhausting days, and only two of them held watch over their comrades. For a short moment Aragorn thought about relieving them, for they apparently had difficulties to hold their eyelids open, but he immediately realized that he wasn’t thinking coherently anymore – his own hands trembled from weariness and he felt near to falling under the Black Breath himself, after healing so many from it.
The feeling increased with every second, and Aragorn realized that this couldn’t be the aftermath of healing. Alarmed, he turned around, his hand on the hilt of Andúril. The feeling of dread overwhelmed him and he knew: a Nazgûl! Andúril flew from its scabbard, reflecting the dim lights on the east. his mind, whispers that chilled his body and crept to his heart, and he knew that he had given too much of himself in the healing of the others. Too long had he walked in the shadows, seeking the lost and returning them to the light. Now he had no strength left for himself to avert the shadows engulfing him.The two sentries looked up to see a cloaked figure with a sword in hands, and alarmed they hurried to the place.Aragorn tried to pierce the unnatural darkness that engulfed him with his gaze. He felt the Ringwraith was near, but couldn’t see it. He heard cries. Cries of pain that were chopped off by the stillness of death and the blood froze in his veins. He rushed in the direction, where the cries came from, and stumbled over a body. It was one of the sentries, his features twisted in horror… Aragorn spent no time by surveying the body, the features were hardly recognizable, but he knew the name of the man – Lenareth, one of the most trusted rangers, one of the only kin he had. He felt a light touch on his cheek that sent shivers through his body, like a wing of a nightmare.He turned quickly, but darkness was the only thing he saw, darkness and the unseeing eyes of Lenareth that lingered like a picture imprinted in his mind no matter where he looked. Faint whispers echoed in
He fell to his knees, shivering and panting hard, and felt the steps of the approaching Nazgûl like the blows of a ram on the gate. The gate was cracking beneath the force, and he knew that the next blow would be the

Jack Vettriano The City Cafe

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Hey I'm going to do as Mysterious Jedi suggested and “flesh” this out a bit.....
This is going to be a fluffy chapter
Disclaimer- nope still don't own it....
Bilbo was at the study when he heard the knock of the door, it was probably Gandalf, he had been coming round a lot more ever since Frodo had left. Bilbo had no idea why he was so lonely nowadays, probably because the few weeks Frodo had been there had been wonderful, even if the boy was standing there smiling at him, he also noticed a ecstatic Samwise Gamgee standing just behind Frodo carrying a suitcase, he ran towards Frodo and pulled him into a tight hug.
Frodo felt pain shot through his chest as Bilbo hugged him tightly, but he didn't care, he felt safe in Bilbo's arms and that was all that mattered.
::^::::^:: depressed over his parents death, he had never been the parental type, but he had enjoyed having company.Bilbo had always been pretty much alone his whole life, being a bachelor had always suited him fine, and anyway the other hobbits in the shire found him a tad odd, they thought that hobbits should be at home gardening, cooking and relaxing not adventuring all over middle earth and mixing with strange wizards. Bilbo had always been quiet happy like that, he didn't really need anyone, he had his maps and his books so he seemed quite content, but when Frodo was there it seemed much more lively around bag end and he loved telling the younger hobbit stories and teaching him elvish.Not wanting to keep Gandalf waiting he jumped from his desk and walked bristly to the door. He then threw back the door to let Gandalf in... but the person standing at the door was not Gandalf...“FRODO!” Bilbo was shocked but very happy to see his nephew

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Thorin said enthusiastically. “My pleasure,” Gandalf answered.!” the hobbit hissed. “Where have you got off to? We nearly drownded in the rain, froze without a fire and were about to be fricasseed by pretentious trolls!” Gandalf was rather taken aback. “Errrmm...I had to run an important errand. Yes, an errand that could not wait.” Gandalf’s mind wandered back to the day spa at Rivendell, with Elvish maidens massaging him in a hot tub. But this pleasant reverie was rudely interrupted Thorin said enthusiastically. “My pleasure,” Gandalf answered.!” the hobbit hissed. “Where have you got off to? We nearly drownded in the rain, froze without a fire and were about to be fricasseed by pretentious trolls!” Gandalf was rather taken aback. “Errrmm...I had to run an important errand. Yes, an errand that could not wait.” Gandalf’s mind wandered back to the day spa at Rivendell, with Elvish maidens massaging him in a hot tub. But this pleasant reverie was rudely interrupted errand that could not wtheir ponies up the circuitous paths that led to the very heights of....
“'Old on, just a minute!” Bombur yelled in dismay, suddenly finding himself straddling a jackass, when only moments earlier he had been trudging up the mountain on foot. “Where did we get these blinkin' ponies from?”
“Well, you see, that is a rather long and sordid story,” Narrator #2 replied, now abandoning altogether the sacrosanct separation of third person omniscient narration and internalized character dialogue.
“Well, I aint gotta walk no more,” Bombur said while placing his hands contentedly atop his voluminous belly, “so, I got plenty ‘o’ time.”
“Alright then,” Narrator #2 grumbled, realizing he now had to ait.” Gandalf’s mind wandered back to the day spa at Rivendell, with Elvish maidens massaging him in a hot tub. But this pleasant reverie was rudely interrupted Thorin said enthusiastically. “My pleasure,” Gandalf answered.!” the hobbit hissed. “Where have you got off to? We nearly drownded in the rain, froze without a fire and were about to be fricasseed by pretentious trolls!” Gandalf was rather

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dwarves stamped down the hall, when another knock came hard on their heels. Bilbo raised his eyes to the heavens, and grouched through gritted teeth, “Oh for the love of...”
But when Bilbo opened the door this time, he found, to his utter bewilderment, a dwarf in a pink hood. The Dwarf smiled and ecstatically exclaimed, “Hi, You must be Bilbo! Oooh, such an erotic name! I am Dumplin, at your service.” The Dwarf then gave a knowing wink.
Bilbo opened his mouth to speak, but was speechless. This did not deter the Dwarf in Pink, who, without taking a breath, added, “I'll just follow the others and get a bite to eat. Do you have a latte? Oh, never mind, I'll make some myself. Oh my dear, we have so much to talk about. I am intrigued by hobbits and their big feet. You know what they say...” He then winked again and pinched Bilbo’s bottom as he passed down the hall.
All Bilbo could do But Dori would not be shushed, and added, “Dwarf-bowling is even worse.”
By this time, Bilbo had become resigned to the fact that the entire Dwarvish Nation would eventually be at his door, and so, with a rolls of his eyes he shouted (a bit sarcastically), “Come in, come in! I am Bilbo Bawas jump and blurt out a startled “What the...?” When yet another series of knocks rattled his door down to the very jambs. Bilbo heaved a heavy sigh and swung the door open. There before him stood a veritable horde of dwarves in variously colored hoods mobbing his stoop. “And just who in the name of hearth and hob are all of you?”One of the Dwarves, named Gloin, stepped forward and bowed. “We are the dwarves of limited speaking roles, at your service.” He stated matter-of-factly. “Bit actors and carnies mostly. There is so few decent parts for we dwarves as of late, what with CG animation taking away all the Oompaloompa roles in Charlie and the Chocolate factory.”Another Dwarf named Dori hissed, “That Tim Burton bastard!”Gloin shushed his companion and continued, “At least this gig pays union scale, and is not some dwarf-tossing event at the local county fair.”ins at your service! The rest

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nearly a week of riding steadily before they reached the eaves of Mirkwood, and by then the party was eager to slow down and rest. Elly and Dinendal, being the strategists, allowed this just inside the dark woods, and they sat up a quiet camp.
“My lady, you have been quiet on our journey. Does something trouble you?” Dinendal inquired of her and she shook her head.
“Simply assuring myself that this is a wise idea, nothing more my friend.” She replied calmly, and he nodded. Arwen peered away from the group and frowned.
“These woods feel unfriendly.” She observed and Elly nodded.
“We are a little “Would orcs follow us this far?” Elladan whispered and she nodded, fingering her bow. They all drifted into a light sleep.
The next morning Elly jumped awake when she heard rustlings. It was closer to Minas Morgul than I would like, but as a whole we should be safe.” She sighed and then lay back to stare at the stars, still so sharp and clear in this foreign land. It was in this position she drifted into sleep, and dreamt of blue eyes. This time, however, she could hear the voice as it soothed her mind, calling to her in a lullaby voice.When dawn rose the dark presence was far off, and the company headed north along the Anduin and the border of Mirkwood. Elly knew the road well, and it took them a week and a day to make it to the Old Forest road where they deviated immediately to get closer to the palace faster. However, by doing so they placed themselves in the middle of spiders and unfriendly eyes. They kept the spiders at bay with numbers and the light of Earendil that surrounded them.They pulled to a stop, three days from Mirkwood’s gates, and set up a small camp. The spiders avoided them at all costs, but Elly was beginning to think they shouldn’t have come, for the road into Mirkwood was proving dangerous. However, she felt they might be able to get home by boat much easier and faster. As dawn approached Elly felt a dark presence about them, the same from the day their journey began.

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Almost as soon as the words had left Faramir’s mouth they heard a yell from one of the soldiers on the wall before they heard the familiar hiss of arrows. “They’re not coming from the north. To the river! Quick. Quick! Go. Come on!”
“ Faramir!”
The Ranger Captain stepped to one side in order to avoid a hail of arrows from the Gondorian soldiers behind him. He heard the despairing cry from Madril.
“We cannot hold them! The city is lost!”
At those words, looking at the ruins of Osgiliath in despair, Faramir made a decision. “Tell the Men to break cover. We ride for Minas Tirith.”of Orcs are crossing the river.”
“It is as the Lord Denethor predicted! Long has he foreseen this doom!” One Gondorian soldier shouted, panic tinging his voice.
“Foreseen and done nothing!” Gandalf snarled. He turned around with Shadowfax The battle raged as the Nazgûl and the Fell-beasts circled Osgiliath, darting in to grab Men in their claws. Cries from the soldiers surrounded Faramir as they tried to escape.“Nazgûl!”“Take cover! Nazgûl!”He cried out as he saw Madril fall, fatally wounded and ran for the horses. “Fall back! Fall back to Minas Tirith! Retreat! Retreat!”The Men of Gondor continue their headlong flight from Osgiliath. The Nazgûl were darting in and out, causing many deaths among the horses and riders. It all looked hopeless for the Men of Gondor, until they saw a white horse gallop from the city gates of Minas Tirith.Faramir breathed a sigh of relief when the cry went up from the soldiers. “It’s Mithrandir! The White Rider!”As soon as he reached the safety of the gates of Minas Tirith he made his way over to Mithrandir. “Mithrandir! They broke through our defenses. They've taken the bridge and the west bank. Battalions

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She’s my favorite,” Lyrien said with an excited little wriggle. “Do you know of her?”
“Yes. I always loved that story too,” I said smiling. “You do know that Lady Elwing is her granddaughter?”
“Yes. Isn’t that amazing?” Enormous eyes.
“It is me.”
“His daddy was burning some trash in the yard, and we pretended that was Mt. Doom,” she said. “Well, it was just a big pile of ashes, of course. They wouldn’t have let us play on it if it was still on fire. But tdidn’t bite my finger though, ’cause we changed the story a little. Instead of biting your finger off, Gollum grabs the Ring from you and jumps in the fire with it.”“Good heavens!” I slapped my forehead—I don’t know why, I never do that. “Why in Arda did you have it like that?”“Well, because,” she took the ball as I missed it once more, and handed it to her, and her petal-soft fingers lingered on mine for a moment, “because Olórin told us that you showed mercy on Gollum when you could have killed him and nobody would blame you for it. And so, and so I thought if you showed him mercy, then he would have loved you. Dínlad wouldn’t play it like that though, 'cause that way he wouldn't get to bite me, so we made Tashi the dog play Gollum. Auntie Lalaith gave us a piece of gold braid to make the Ring with. I had to throw it to Tashi, ’cause of course he wouldn’t just come and grab it, and I think he ate it. Uncle Galendur said we should have rubbed some gravy on it, then I wouldn’t have had to throw it to him. But he did jump in the pile of ashes and roll around. He made an awful mess.”Such sweet innocence. How do people stand being parents?here was smoke coming from it, and it was on something like a little hill. Dínlad “Marílen yelled at me when she was taking me on her back,” Lyrien continued, giggling. I wished I could have taken her with me to the House of Healing. That giggle alone would have done the wounded a world of good. “That’s because I pulled her hair, but I couldn’t help it, her hair is so long. I guess Sam never yelled at you, did he?”
“Sam would not have complained if I had pulled his hair out by the roots, I’m sure,” I said

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blame you. I know I kept some things from you and perhaps I was wrong in doing so, but I prefer to think I did so for your sake, wishing not to spoil your happiness, although deep down I knew I was only putting off what was to come. I was far sicker than even I realized when I left. Lord Elrond said I did you a tremendous favor by leaving, and I hope and pray that I can make you see that. I think you see it already, but cannot help feeling anger just the same. But I am determined not let it keep me from trying to reach you.
I have been here I think about two weeks, maybe more. I’m not allowed to get out of bed except to go to the privy. They’ve rigged up a little chair on wheels so that I don’t even have to walk there; I merely climb in and Bilbo or whoever is handiest pushes me down the hallway. You will come in and read to me when I’ve exceeded the time allowed to me to do my own reading, and they are happy to discuss what we’ve just read, and answer my questions, and impart some of their own knowledge to me. I have to admit, that when it’s Lady Elwing reading to me, I find it very hard to concentrate on what she’s saying for listening to the sound of her voice!
I don’t think I’ve described this room, have I? The floor is tilewould not believe the privy; it is a thing of wonders. For one thing, it is inside the house; I thought Bilbo would faint when he first heard that! The pot is half full of water and when you’re done you pull on a chain and the water and, ahem, other matter is sucked down into a hole at the bottom! I dare not ask where it all goes. Then the pot is refilled by means of some sort of hidden piping. I can only wonder how such a contrivance would go over in the Shire?But enough about that! It can get very tiresome lying here in bed all the time, even though they wait on me hand and foot and I can lie outdoors on the terrace as much as I please during the daytime. It’s very bad and ungrateful of me to complain, and I’ll try not to do too much of it, but I hope you don’t mind if I bother you with my grumbling occasionally. And there are books here to read, perhaps hundreds. The library is right next to our room, and I’ve barely made a dent in it yet. But I’m getting quite an education, learning of birds and beasts and plant life and people and customs and lands I didn’t even know existed. (Did you know that some people eat horses?? Insects?? Bird’s nests???) They won’t let me read for long, but someone d in

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grunt of disgust. “They wouldn’t let me, these four. Said as I as so distractible I’d likely ride off the road and get lost in the Woody End or something.”
Merry decided to change the subject, and turned to Nick. “How’s the apprenticeship going?” he asked. Nick had decided to learn how to make harrows, and had apprenticed himself to a harrow maker in the Northfarthing shortly before they’d left the Shire, although when the Time of Troubles “Of course,” Pippin said. “We slid them over there--a bit uncomfortable to wear sitting in a wagon bed, you see.”
“You think we’ll meet trouble?” Merry asked the gardener.
Sam shrugged. “Nothin’ wrong with bein’ prepared, is all,” he started he went home to try to help his family as he could. Shortly after their return he’d returned to his master, and Pippin was rather surprised to see him along on this trip.“All done,” Nick said with a degree of quiet pride. “Made my own harrow, from start to finish, and it was accepted by Master Goold. I’m my own Hobbit now. Got home four day ago, and Dad decided he’d take me along--talk to the Master and the Thain and mebbe find wheres some folks might need a harrow maker o’ their own. And after the open invite Mum and Dad got from the Master to come to Buckland about any time, when they realized Sam was fightin’ the shadows a bit they decided we’d do best to bring him along your way.”Old Tom turned about. “And it’s a fine harrow, it is. Right fine harrow. Master Goold taught him well.” He turned back to the road ahead.“You got your swords with you?” Sam asked.

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Aragorn smiled. "The archivist brought me a document out of the cavern where the Kingdom’s records have been stored for the last two thousand years, and once I saw it, I knew the three of you would be interested."
Sam’s left ear twitched visibly, a sight that momentarily distracted the Man from the purpose of this call. "You have your archives here stored in caverns similar to those in Minas Tirith?" the Shire’s Mayor asked.
"Er, yes. These were enhanced for Argeleb the Second by Dwarves from the northern Misty Mountains, and have done very well for preserving some of oak leaf upon it, its veining perfect. Pippin passed it to Merry, who passed it to Sam, who in his turn held it down for Frodo-lad to see. "Beautiful workmanship," Sam said, smiling.
"I agree," Aragorn said. But he was already slipping the rods of the scroll out of the carrier and laid it gently upon his desk, then carefully opened it.
There was a low, wide stool already in place for Sam’s use, and he stour oldest and most fragile documents. This one, however, is in excellent condition, considering it’s been there for a millennia and a half."Pippin’s brows raised and his mouth opened slightly, and he immediately shot a look at Merry who at first looked mildly interested but whose eyes suddenly widened with understanding. "You don’t mean..."Aragorn smiled widely and nodded. "Yes, one of the original copies of the Charter written by Argeleb the Second granting the lands between the Baranduin and the Far Downs to Blanco and Marcho of the Periannath for the settlement of their people."The scroll was contained in a tube of mithril. Aragorn twisted the cap off of one end and gave it to Pippin to examine. The tube itself had a design of vines and leaves twisting about it, and the cap had a single epped upon it carefully with Pippin standing to the left of it and Merry to the right. Pippin settled Farry on the edge of the desk to his left, and Merry

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low, in a crouch. They all took a step back from me. I guess I can’t blame them, I mean I must have looked pretty animal-like right then.
I slowly stood up and I threw my carefully coiled rope at their feet.
"What do you know? I’m not as helpless as I look, now am I?"
They all dumbly shook their heads. Seeing that I had got my point across, I was just turning to walk away when I heard Gandalf speak.
"Please, child, mistaken?"
"I do not know what this ‘Earth’ is, but here we call it Middle-earth. We are in the middle of the wild, there is no where you could even survive. You need us."
I was furious, "That is where you are wrong wizard. I do not need you, I need no man. I am fine on my own, even if I am in what you call ‘Middle-earth.’ That is final, now I bid you all good dayEmily. Will you not stay with us until we can find someplace that is safe for you?"I whipped around and stalked up to him until our noses were almost touching."So that’s what this is all about? Just because I am a woman you think I can not handle myself out here? Well guess what buddy, I would rather die out here than travel with you anywhere," I said this is a deathly whisper that only he could here.He turned his eyes away from me, "But where in Middle-earth will you go? There is no where for you here.""Precisely my thought, there is no where for me here or anywhere for that matter. But what do you mean ‘Middle-earth’? I believe the term you are looking for is ‘Where on Earth.’ Or am I sadly ."

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this, I started to snort with laughter. I tried to cover my mouth, but my hand wasn’t quick enough. Just as my little giggle escaped, all three of the men under my tree looked up directly at me.
"Shit!"
I leapt to my feet and started to run along the branch I had been sitting on. Behind me, I could hear someone climbing the tree, very quickly. I looked down to the ground and saw the two brown haired guys standing there watching with swords in hand.
Oh great, a guy in long blonde trees up ahead of me and crashing footsteps behind me. Hmmm, what direction should I take?
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
As I came up to the break of the trees, I saw I was on the edge of a hair and tights is chasing me up a tree. I think I would have better luck on the ground now. To think, I was actually enjoying the view too, oh well.With that, I ran to the end of my branch and leapt into thin air-not a moment too soon, I might add. Just as I hit the ground and started to roll, I saw, for only a fleeting second, the blonde guy standing on the branch I had been occupying a minute before.As I finally rolled to a stop, for I had rolled quite a way, I saw the two guys with swords hurrying over to me.Ha! You think I’m just going to give up? Not on your life, or mine for that matter!I was on my feet, although I did stumble a little bit, in a couple seconds and running for all I was worth. Then my feet decided this was the perfect time to fall asleep, I swear it’s a conspiracy!My feet did slow me down, but not that much. I saw a break in thevery, very, very tall

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snow and cold, it would be truly dangerous. Legolas had thought that Aragorn would wait for warmer weather. Indeed, he had already made plans to leave for Tharbad himself, seeing that elves were less susceptible to the cold.
Those plans were now rendered unnecessary. Aragorn had returned to the village. Legolas watched with rising worry as Aragorn slowly shrugged out of his wet tunic, letting the piece of clothing fall to the ground with a dull thud. He was shivering. Although it was dark, Legolas could see that Aragorn had lost weight over the winter; his shirt and breeches were too big for him. Aragorn removed his sword belt and daggers, laying them carefully on the table. He made sure that the leather was not knotted in any way, his sword and daggers not too wet from the cold. It was a testimony to Legolas of the dangers his friend had faced these last few months; Aragorn was practically dead on his feet, too tired to care whether his . But Legolas held his hands in his. Blue eyes met surprised grey, and Legolas spoke softly, “Here, let me do this, Estel.” And with but a few quick movements, Legolas removed the sodden boots from Aragorn’s feet. Placing Aragorn’s feet gently on the ground, Legolas looked up at his friend. Aragorn had neither movepack was sodden with snow or his tunic laying on the dusty floor…but he cared for his weapons, no matter what, for he knew of the possibility that he could need them in the middle of the night.Next, Aragorn sat down heavily on the low bench. Legolas’s heart clenched painfully in his chest as he watched how Aragorn rested his elbows on his knees and placed his weary head in his hands. The young human sighed deeply and moved his hands through his wet hair, obviously at the end of his strength. It was enough; Legolas could take no more. He wanted to hold his friend and lover, take away his pain, his weakness. It was painful to see his strong and proud lover so….vulnerable.With another deep sight, Aragorn leaned down and began to nestle at the sodden and icy lacings of his well worn boots. In but two long strides, Legolas was at his side and sank into a kneeling position. He placed his warm hands over Aragorn’s, stilling their motion. Startled, Aragorn glanced up, his hands automatically reaching for his weaponsd nor spoken. Slowly, Legolas began to question his decision to come to the village and surprise Aragorn. Maybe he should have stayed in Mirkwood….send word first….
“Legolas.” It was but a whisper, but the disbelief and surprise was

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Mr. Frodo sent you a letter yet?”
Samwise was standing at the door obviously having ran up the road from his house. Bilbo smiled at the young hobbit and moved aside to let him in.elf like voice or maybe it Frodo's wise,quiet but adventurous nature, but he was glad to have became friends with Frodo.
Frodo was still miserable two days later but he was surprised to find that he hadn't been beaten for two days, the bruises on his chest were still a deep purple however.
He still had a deep wish to see Bilbo, but he doubted t“Frodo had indeed sent me a letter and he is thinking of you. He hopes to be able to send you a letter soon or maybe even visit.”Samwise smiled at Bilbo “Thanks for telling me Sir, but I best bes going off to work in the garden.”Sam walked out the door and started watering the white roses, they had been Mr. Frodo's favourite plant in the garden at Bag End so Sam took special care of them.Sam found that he missed Frodo a lot, he still couldn't put his finger on why he had been so enchanted by the slightly older hobbit, maybe it was his amazingly blue eyes, maybe it was his soothing hat would happen, Sancho

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tree of the creature Gollum to climb when his guards allowed him out of the cavern that was his prison amongst the Elves, as requested by Mithrandir. The discoverers of the creature’s guards lying cold in death beneath one of their beloved trees were appalled at the sight of death that had . Quickly, he became aware of the pounding of equine hooves as someone approached at what sounded like a break-neck speed. He rose to his feet and turned to see the Crown Prince of Mirkwood, Legolas Greenleaf, riding towards him bare back on his brown horse, a look of worry upon his fair features. come amongst their people who were unfortunately becoming more used to the horror that is dying.“Run and alert the King,” one of the elves whispered harshly as he knelt down next to one of the rapidly stiffening bodies. He reached out a hand to feel the coolness of the skin of the elf in front of him. “Valar help us,” he muttered before commanding in a louder voice, “Check the area for any sign of what occurred here. Both the King and Prince will be even more upset if we are unable to tell them any details of what happened.”The three elves with him fanned out to search the area while he took the time to examine the bodies. He took the time to respectfully lay their bodies and limbs straight from the akimbo position they had gained when they fell in death, after moving them carefully out of the pools of blood that had run from their multiple wounds. He took note of their the multiple arrows and slit throats as he listened carefully to the forest around him so as not to be caught off guard by anything

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was an uneventful one for the city of Minis Tirith and its people. The Suns morning rays bathed the city so it shone like a great orange beacon, and some fell onto the sleeping dwarfs face in , who had not moved. Gimli looked down at his dearest friend who was now wounded and unconscious, willing him to wake. He sighed and peered out of the window.
Wait a minute….
With a quick intake of breath, he observed Legolathe healing rooms. He gave a grunt and muttered under his breath. “Stop shining that light.” Gimli mumbled as he shifted in his sleep “I said stop… fine I’m awake!” he shouted out into the quiet room as he leapt off the chair. He gazed around the room trying to work out why he was in the Houses of Healing. Then it struck him. He cast his eyes down onto Legolass’ face. It

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A groan of pain left Legolas as Aragorn pulled into a sitting position. He placed his arm around his friend’s waist, and helped him to stand. Legolas’ knees buckled under the weight, but Aragorn caught him. He picked up the light elf and carried him over to Arod. That stubborn elf is going to kill me when he realises I’ve just picked him up and carried him, heBrego.
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They had been riding for an hour and Legolas was still awake thanks to the pain. As they rode through the trees, the elf sensed th mused to himself.“What about the arrow?” Gimli asked, eyeing it wearily.“It is too close to his heart. Gimli, you are going to have to ride Brego, whilst I take Legolas on Arod with me.” The dwarf nodded in understanding and hoisted himself up onto Brego, who immediately began galloping towards the White City. As soon as Aragorn was behind Legolas, Arod began after eir concern and anger. The pain he was in caused him to be unable to answer, as it

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!” Miriel screamed, driving her horse back among the swells of running people. “Where are you, Alastar? Alastar! Answer me!”
Miriel fought to control her horse, which was plunging in fear of fire and foes as they were caught in a stampeding tide of men, women and children. Kaspir’s flailing hooves caught someone in the head. The victim fell and disappeared beneath a thousand feet. Miriel clutched at Kaspir’s mane and neck and held on grimly to the wailing baby as she was thrown about helplessly.
“Kaspir! Stop it!” she cried to the horse in desperation, yanking at his reins and pulling him to the ground. “Alastar! Alastar, where are you?”
A scattered hail of arrows flew around them. Miriel looked up and saw black shapes silhouetted against the angry orange glare of the fires. It was the first time Miriel beheld the creatures of called his name over and over and searched among the running villagers. The Orcs were getting very close, and still Miriel stubbowhich she had heard so many dark tales. Little did Miriel know it would not be the last.The Orcs were more animal than human, for their evil natures had corrupted everything about them, even their bodily forms. Their red eyes glowed in the darkness with a murderous gleam as they relentlessly pursued the fleeing townsfolk.But Miriel refused to leave without her brother. She rnly drove an unwilling Kaspir deeper into the village.
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it’s boiling!” she cried, falling on her knees and stirring madly. Immediately the bubbling subsided. Rowen brushed away her tears and glanced up at Miriel with a sheepish grin.
“I forgot all about supper,” she explained with a little smile. “I have never burnt my stew, not even once, and I want to continue my perfect record! But it’s ready now, so be a dear and greet ,” Miriel said quietly. “And it all turned out wonderfully for you. But how do you know that my story will have a happy ending? Will I ever find true love?”
Rowen stood up with a knowing smile on her face. Syour father and your brothers when they come in from the fields.”“Of course, of course,” answered Miriel distantly, for her mind, and her fingers, were still on the precious ring. She moved slowly toward the door and put her hand on the latch, and then stopped. Miriel turned to find her mother watching her and smiling, absently stirring the stew.“I never knew that part of your story, motherhe crossed the

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Gandalf’s presence though had seemingly brought back the happiness with her dear friend just as it did in her so she hoped the same would be done for Bilbo. Still she couldn’t wait to speak with him and was almost fidgeting in anticipation. It would all happen in good time though at the party, which speaking of she sadly knew she’d have to get ready soon, she had promised to get out of the boyish clothes by the very same older hobbit woman, Maria who actually had been her surrogate mother the first few years she had lived here. She could not disappoint her.
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Night had soon fallen over the Shire and the party had begun with everyone merrily celebrating by dancing and drinking with Gandalf lighting his beautiful fireworks. It was all so beautiful and amazing, nothing could have been even dress that Maria had made for her. It was a beautiful navy blue dress that had a few small patterns on the front that could mistakenly have been stars. She had a great fondness for the stars that lingered in the sky above and her surrogate mother knew that very well and she had accepted the gift happily and wore it at the party just as she had promised.It hadn’t been long before the party was in full circle that she had approached Gandalf with a warming hug to both him and Bilbo, wishing him a happy birthday as well. Needless to say she had gotten a very heartfelt greeting from the wizard as they both hugged one another the instant she had run up to him.better. Melian had forced herself into wearing a “I cannot believe just how much you’ve grown, I hardly

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time she could never understand the reasons for everyone staring at her so strangely when she first began staying here or the whispers that circulated as more and more of them realized she was here. It was actually frightening in a way and made her all the more homesick, to the point where on many occasions she had truly considered running away. However, no matter how many stares came her way or whispers that ran about she found that the hobbits truly were rather kind folk and they treated her very well despite the fact she was an elf. As the years passed she learned that they were very peaceful folk who lived far away from all the chaos and creatures that the world held. They were not used to seeing someone like her in their home so obviously it was a shock in the beginning.
Right from and never fussed about her attire or the adventurous spirit she had grown to have, he found it to be a rather good thing actually.
Both Bilbo and Gandalf had become very important people in her life and she trusted them greatly, especially since the two had never tried to sugarcthe start Melian was certainly different and not just in what she was either. She slowly grew more adventurous and daring than what most hobbits would expect and she had even taken more of a likely to wearing clothes more fitting for a boy in their time. It wasn’t something she could do very often when living with that one family but that had all changed when Bilbo had returned from his journey and invited her into his home. He allowed her to do as she wished, almost anyway oat her past or what she was. Gandalf had explained bef

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blood stained across his face from a wound in his temple upset her, and even Éomer’s gentle stroking of very close to on the brink of death extracted all of their buried sensitivity.ck did nothing to calm her. The king’s blonde nephew and nieces were all very mentally and emotionally strong; however, seeing their cousin that they were all so very close to on the brink of death extracted her bablood stained across his face from a wound in his temple upset her, and even Éomer’s gentle stroking of her back did nothing to calm her. The king’s blonde nephew and nieces were all very mentally and emotionally strong; however, seeing their cousin that they were all so all of their buried sensitivity.

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Frodo looked at Merry for a moment before speaking, “I have to get to Bree.”
Merry didn’t seem to need to ask questions and nodded, “Buckleberry Ferry.”
Ana followed the hobbits not wanting to alarm them in any way. She knew the wraiths would follow them and so decided that if the wraiths were to attack them she would defend them to her last breath.
‘No one should have to bear such a burden as this. It effects of such a burden would be too great.’ Ana thought feeling sympathetic towards the hobbit.
The four didnt follow her but went after the hobbit. Ana watched from the distance as Frodo leapt onto the ferry the wraith pulling his horse to a stop. Letting out a shriek the wraith turned his horse and rode towarhobbits ran for the stream but suddenly a wraith rode into their path. Ana reared neighing and galloped full speed towards the wraith knocking into his horse. The wraith took his sword and swung it towards her narrowly missing her shoulder. Ana avoided all of the wraiths attempts to stab her or injure her. She would rear and buck at the wraith to keep him from mounting and following the hobbits. Feeling the she had given the hobbit enough time Ana galloped off. The wraith ds the Bree with some more wraiths.
Ana trotted to the dock and stared at the hobbits on the ferry.

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She regretted that thought as they reached the other side of the village. Bodies were scattered on the woman’s shoulder, and after a moment she rose, taking the child with her. They were both still crying.blood soaked ground, the beasts and humans sharing a fate together. That was bad enough, but what hurt Kit more was a child and a mother with a baby crying over the mutilated form of a young woman. Kit would have thrown up again if there had been anything left in her stomach. Leax looked as bad: only Algar didn’t have a physical reaction. The young man gently put a hand on the crying
Kneeling beside the body, Algar closed the dead woman’s eyes, muttering what sounded like a soft prayer, and then gathered the body up into his arms. There were a few others, Kit realised, treating their fallen in the same

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find than she thought it would be. Following the sound didn’t seem to work: Kit clearly had no sense of direction. Eventually, she almost stumbled over it by luck. It was quite a big stream, hidden in a dip in the landscape. The water was filthy though, it had been stirred up by something, and ash and debris was flowing downstream. Her mouth was still achingly dry though, and she’d drunk from the river at home before, so there was no chance that this would be worse. Squatting at the water’s edge, she scooped some up in her handsher boots had already acquired a heavy layer of mud, so she moved a little way from it where she could still follow it but didn’t have to carry the whole earth around with her., drinking gratefully and then leaning forward so that she could drink properly from the muddy stream, quenching her thirst. Kit washed her face too, and stood up, feeling a whole lot better.Now. There was stuff flowing downstream, which meant that there was something happening upstream. If she followed it, she would find that something, which hopefully was a something that could help her get home. See, now that was clever. The edge of the shallow stream was horribly muddy, though, and
After what might have been an hour, what she thought might be some sort

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wondered vaguely why the stars were below her.
For a cardiac moment she wondered if they had indeed flown over the edge, and then she realised that the thousands of little pinpoints below her were too yellow, and flickered. Besides, whoever heard of stars arranged in suchand grain and spices and beer, but mainly of the sort of smell that was caused by a high water table, thousands of people, and a robust approach to drainage.
She mentally shook herself. The day was hard on their heels. She looked for an area where the torches were dim and widely spaced, reasoning that this would mean a poor district and poor people did not object to witches, and gently pointed the broom handle downwards.
She managed to get within five feet of the ground before dawn arrived for the second a neat pattern? "It's very pretty," said Esk. "Is it a city?" Granny scanned the ground wildly. If it was a city, then it was too big. But now she had time to think about it, it certainly smelled like a lot of people. The air around them reeked of incense

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"Where's Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked. Everyone looked and Idril stood up, going into the forest.
"Where's Boromir?" Legolas asked...Idril closed her eyes and tried to be one with the nature. She could hear the trees talking but she tried droning the sounds out and tried listening for familiar voices. She opened her eyes and turned left. She felt fear growing within the trees andhand and put it to his chest. "I would have gone with you to the she heard them wailing loudly. She started running and she saw Frodo. He quickly backed away, frightened and Idril stood still."It is I, Frodo," Idril said calmly. Frodo held the ring in his hands and showed it to Idril. "I have sworn to protect you, Frodo Baggins.""Can you protect me from yourself? Would you destroy it?" Idril looked at Frodo and knew what he wanted."I know what you want, for I can see it in your mind. You are brave, young Frodo." She walked to Frodo and bent on one knee. She closed his

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staying by your side and my brother's as well," Daisy said.
"I know what I must do...but...I'm just afraid." Daisy pulled Frodo into a hug and said, "Frodo, do not be afraid. You have all 10 of us to be by your side all the way to Mordor. There might be some tough times inbetween but I assure you, we will stick together through thick or thin," Daisy said with a smile. She gave a kiss to Frodo and he smiled. He gave her a kiss on the lips said. Legolas nodded and while they were talking, Idril managed to see through the gap of the leaves to see Legolas with the companions there. She put her head down and let a single tear fall from her eyes andand they both smiled at each other, knowing nothing could separate them now.All the companions were preparing to leave Rivendell and Idril was surrounded with her guards. Their leaves surrounded Idril to be seen and Legolas looked at her walk away. He saw her feet walking at a steady, slow pace and Legolas kept looking. "My friend," Aragorn said putting his hand on Legolas's shoulder. He looked at Aragorn and shook it off. "Love will conquer all. You must believe that," Aragorn continued to walk straight

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"Frodo!!" Daisy and Sam screamed running into the room and Sam said, "You're awake. Bless you, Mr. Frodo."
"Sam! Daisy," Frodo said happily.
"Welcome to Rivendell, Frodo Baggins," Elrond said. Frodo managed to get up and Daisy and Frodo walked along together. They held each other's hands lightly at the fingertips and they both walked along together in silence, feeling the sun upon them. "Frodo?" a familiar voice said. "Especially for such a small They both looked and saw Bilbo sitting on a bench!"Bilbo!" Frodo ran to Bilbo and Daisy ran behind him. Daisy left Frodo to be with Bilbo and she went to the bottom of the hill to where the lake ran through. She looked at her own reflection and felt tears in her eyes, missing the Shire so badly. She wanted to go back home so badly and knew this was the chance for they've brought the ring to Rivendell where it would be taken care of."Elrond, you know it is a burden," Alatar said.hobbit. We cannot ask more of Frodo."
"Alatar, Gandalf. The enemy is moving. Sauron's eye is FIXED on Rivendell

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to live with the elves," Alatar replied. Gandalf got the envelope and Frodo put the ring in there.
"Keep it hidden," Gandalf said. Alatar and Gandalf quickly stood up and was walking out the door when Frodo shouted out for them.
"Where are way to a castle filled with books. Gandalf and Alatar have studied about the ring and Alatar closed her books after hours and hours of reading. She looked you going?" Frodo asked."There are some things we have to see through," Gandalf replied."What things?" Frodo asked."Questions. Questions that need answering," Alatar said."But you've only just arrived," Daisy said. "I don't understand." Gandalf stopped and Alatar looked at him."Neither do I," Gandalf replied. "Keep it secret, keep it safe."Gandalf and Alatar rode their horses separately all the

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Please R&R!!! You really should listen to at least this song cause it's awesome as are all of their other songs. Even if you don't like the song I thought it fit in with how our favorite elf was feeling at the moment.

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to Mireiswen, lotr/potc-geek, aragorn's-gurl33, Yin/Yang demon, and mechal for reviewing my last chapter! Thanks again to Mireiswen for telling me my mistakes. And to back up all of them, it was really late at night and I wasn't thinking straight (like I ever do anyway). Anyways, I fixed them all. You pronounce Tiania "Tee-anya". And italics are still what peoples are thinking.
Chapter five: To nd Celoril are twins and the second and third oldest at age 24, and Ralinde's the youngest at 19. The twins were completemarket -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Later that night, Alasse heard faint sobs coming from her aunt and uncles bedroom. She had wondered when her aunt's strong façade would melt away. Alasse's father was Tiania's only brother and they were very close. He was also a close friend of Elvar as well. Earlier, a little after Alasse had eaten, her aunt's children came home from playing with their friends. Tiania and Elvar had four children and another on the way. They had two girls and two boys. Elithraniel was oldest at the age of 47, Lomarandil aly different in attitude (Lomarandil

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and purple sparks glittered on the spine of the book. A thin curl of smoke was beginning to rise from the lectern, and the heavy metal clasps that held the book shut were definitely beginning to look strained.
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This had to be stopped.
'I shall need a volunteer,' he said firmly.
There was a sudden silence. The only sound came from behind the door. It was the nasty little noise of metal parting under stress.
'Very well, then,' he said. 'In that case I shall need some silver tweezers, about spells so restless?' said one of the younger wizards.Galder shrugged. He couldn't show it, of course, but he was beginning to be really worried. As a skilled eighth-level wizard he could see the half-imaginary shapes that appeared momentarily in the vibrating air, wheedling arid beckoning. In much the same way that gnats appear before a thunderstorm, really heavy build-ups of magic always attracted