Chapter Sixteen (in Fanfiction)
…sign of acknowledging the princeÂ’s presence. Instead, he remained silent and still as stone. The only sign he still lived was his chest slowly rising and falling. Gently, as if…
…sign of acknowledging the princeÂ’s presence. Instead, he remained silent and still as stone. The only sign he still lived was his chest slowly rising and falling. Gently, as if…
…the sidewalk, he slunk into the tavern reluctantly. The sign creaked, and Cam looked up. At one time, the sign might have said *The Belching Balrog,* but she wasnÂ’t sure,…
…in a tavern in his life. The tavern was called Minas Ethyl. He grabbed Zaggy by the shoulder, who recoiled, and pointed excitedly at the sign, smiling broadly. Zaggy shifted…
…and showed no sign of gratitude, or of being willing to climb down. She would have thrown a piece of rock at it if she had dared to. There were…
…no sign of him until they saw a sign with a picture of Frodo scribbled on it, pointing north. They followed it, and it led them up some cliffs Sam…
…his patrol into the wood to find any sign of the fell beasts, and destroy them if possible. As soon as darkness had fallen, the howls had begun. The wargs…
…was. He settled down on a free bench, greeting some of his guards and signalling to the maid that he’d need something substantial. This was the only part of his…
…signed and only after he let his hands drop did he realize his mistake and added a belated (and bemused), “Sire.” “Do you know what went wrong in the eastern…
…in code. Then taking the three hairs, he tightly rolled the parchment around them and inserted the missive into a silver cylinder. He quickly set to work writing another coded…
…other officers signaled to him. Ulrich strode over. “What is it?” “Sir…” The officer gulped, which meant it was bad news. Everyone knew how command took bad news. “ThereÂ’s a…