Lord of the Rings

The Scouring of the Ship They awoke before dawn, having slept off the weariness of the previous day’s battle—though in this harsh, cold land, stiffness and fatigue were ever their companions. Celebaur checked his leg wound, and with a grunt, the Ranger pulled himself to his feet, determined to pay it no more heed while … Read more

Flotsam and Jetsam At the fourth dawning in the strange village of the Lossoth, the King’s messengers gathered their gear and emerged from their icy hut. Saradoc shivered but happily strapped his new snowcircles to his bare feet. Hobbits were not really keen on footwear, but Sara was looking forward to moving across the top … Read more

Flight to the Fjord Thus spake Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Isildur’s heir, King of Gondor and Arnor: In year 1974 of the Third Age, one thousand fifty-six years ago, the power of Angmar arose once more, and the Witch-king came down upon Arthedain before winter was ended. He captured Fornost, and drove most of the … Read more

The Road to Annúminas The teenage boy whom Saradoc had rescued followed him, Celebaur, and Galenion to the tree line and waved goodbye before rushing back to the full Hillsdale inn. Then the travelers entered the forest and left the village behind. They kept on eastward for a bit, and then came across a small … Read more

Many Meetings The sun had not yet crested the horizon. Rather, the sky was clear, and the stars were still glowing bright. Far to the east, though, the first, faint blush of bluish-pink began to spread. Saradoc Took cleaned up the remains of his pre-breakfast snack, shouldered his pack, and took up his stick. His … Read more

A Sword in the Dark The Ranger Celebaur, known as Patch-Cloak to some, traveled the woods around Lake Evendim to learn more of the increased orc activity. As evening drew on, he came across a smoldering house in the woods. Orc prints crisscrossed the area around the homestead, and the scattered splashes of human blood … Read more

The Grey Havens Across the Shire, though none saw them go, the group of Fair Folk rode, passing then about the south skirts of the White Downs; they came to the Far Downs, and to the Towers, and looked on the distant Sea; and so they rode down at last to Mithlond, to the Grey … Read more

Fog on the Evendim Hills Inside the Eagle’s Wing, Harlan Churner whistled happily as he wiped the counter clean of the night’s spilled drinks. He straightened the stacks of tankards along the back shelf and then turned back to the main room, giving the dark corners a searching look to decide which deserved the first … Read more

At the Sign of the Green Dragon “I’ll have another one, my dear Rosie,” the old Gaffer said as he emptied his mug. With a nod and a smile, Rosie Gamgee brought another round of drinks to his table, enough to keep the old Gaffer and his companions in their cups for a while. Her … Read more