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Stray (in Fanfiction)

…he did when she had first joined them, and she had only been a small child. She really didn’t know what he was. “What, what?” he asked, his voice high…

Chapter Three (in Fanfiction)

…the clothes for the company. The dress that Stray wore most often was the same dress that she had worn when she had been rescued from the raid, but with…

How Gimli and a Drunken Hobbit Saved Christmas (3 chapters) (in Fanfiction)

…off his finger. “Come on Sam,” said Frodo. “Let’s get that legolamb before someone else does. Get it? LegoLAMB?” Frodo, for some reason, found that incredibly funny and started laughing…

Chapter 13 A Memory of Valinor (in Fanfiction)

…that sprite to leave him here, stuck and with no way out. He even considered for a moment, that such a plan had been made between him and that Sindar…

ch 8: Bagpipes and Windbags (in Fanfiction)

…door. Merry slicked back his hair and continued. “We know that he and Gandalf are scheming. We know that you know what. So pandy up.” “Pandy! Pandy! Pandy!” Pippin shrieked,…

What The Heck Is On Radagast’s Face? (in Fanfiction)

…“What is that on his face?” Dori whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. “And in his mouth,” Dwalin countered after the wizard paused to remember what he had on…

Oxonmoot – September 25th-27th (in Posts)

…and rare book dealers, an art show (with professional and amateur works), plus a quiet area where you can drink tea, fill up the corners and chat with old or…

The Blonde leading the Blonde (in Fanfiction)

…French Manicure! That’s why I hate him.” “Legolas!” exclaimed Arwen. “It’s wrong to hate.” Legolas pouted for a moment and then said, or rather half sobbed: “You’d hate him too…

The Holiday Inn (in Fanfiction)

…a room, please, for four. Clerk: Very well, if you’ll just sign the registration form I’ll have a bellgirl show you to your suite. Eomer: My what? Clerk: Your suite,…

Chapter 11: At the Prancing Pony (in Fanfiction)

…stared back at these doors. “A restaurant and a motel?” Fred nodded. “Probably the last of its kind.” They walked up to the registration desk. Sitting at it was a…