Moria: A Lord of the Rings Story
This place is dead. My spirit strains to find some whisper of life, but my questions echo loudly in the silence. And yet something teases at the edges, stretching my senses to their limits, only…
This place is dead. My spirit strains to find some whisper of life, but my questions echo loudly in the silence. And yet something teases at the edges, stretching my senses to their limits, only…
~ by Vanessa Parry-Elwen Pippin selected another walnut from the dish at his side and whacked it. The shell shattered with a loud crack, and he set too, picking out the creamy flesh. "How long have…
~ by Vanessa Parry-Elwen A gentle breeze brushed the hilltop, combing the ruins. In truth, it was hardly a hill and not much of a ruin, but it was the highest point of what…
Pippin tossed the stone as far as he could, the plunk of its landing lost in the sound of breakers on the shore beyond the harbour. He looked at the tall white ship and wondered…
~ by Vanessa Parry-Elwen [I don’t own anything, other than a rather strange imagination. All but one of the characters in this tale belong to JRR Tolkien and the events are a wild merging of…
~ by Vanessa Parry-Elwen Primula bit back a squeak of alarm when she saw her faunt race up the path, and she was at the door to greet him before he touched the handle. It…
~ by Vanessa Parry-Elwen Hurt. A Small Word… "Does it still hurt, Frodo?" Pip swaddled him in blankets. Hurt. A small word – more fitted to the sting of a scraped knee, not large enough…
~ by Vanessa Parry-Elwen The Wind Lord himself brought the news to Imladris. Not that it was more than confirmation to me. Vilya had glowed faintly for a moment, and then I felt it begin……
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