Casual Stroll to Mordor

Declassified report from the 17th Scout Unit, under the advisory command of Lord Elladan of the House of Elrond, yet authorized for independent ranging and errantry in the Untamed Lands.

Four grim faces greet Mablung and Ingold as they approach the rock cleft leading out of Henneth Annun’s caves. Anborn, Galenas, Damrod, and Remmirath stand in a line to the side of the entry, each face reflecting doomful resignation.

Here is the third chapter to DemureDiva’s “Resurrection Child”. If you missed the previous postings you can go back and read chapter 1, and chapter 2.

What’ll we call her?” Anborn asks, sitting up, then is immediately distracted again; the girl launches herself at him, squealing with delight. The boy giggles & falls back to the floor, catching her & lifting her above him to make her laugh.

Twenty years before Frodo leaves Bag End, a child is found in ashes by a Ranger of Ithilien. He saves her life. And she saves his whole company. The origin tale of one young freedom fighter.

After leaving his sister on the banks of the Brandywine, Dill had run through the dark of the night, darting from shadow to shadow, imagining goblin cries on every breath of wind.

Looking around the bank, now that it was decided that they would be attacking the goblin encampment, Beldrieth frowned.

Looking around the bank, now that it was decided that they would be attacking the goblin encampment, Beldrieth frowned.

Brassica tightened her grip on the knife hilt, and lifted it to strike at the hand that scrabbled at the riverbank, when a voice called softly from the darkness outside the halo of light and safety cast by her fire.

Brassica tightened her grip on the knife hilt, and lifted it to strike at the hand that scrabbled at the riverbank, when a voice called softly from the darkness outside the halo of light and safety cast by her fire.

“Perian,” the elf whispered, and even though he spoke softly, the sound of a voice so near her ear snapped Brassica from her dreams and into wakefulness.

A shriek of triumph had erupted from the goblin as he charged at Brassica, his spear held high above him, ready to stab down into her soft flesh, but instead there was a sudden, solid impact against the object she’d grabbed in the grass.

Mustard Colewort had always said that there wasn’t much Tookish blood in the family, but that what there was must all have wound up in Brassica.

This week’s lost text is the sixth and final piece of a story by Narnian of Vilya. If you missed part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, or part 5 go back and give them a read! Thank you very much to Narnian for sharing his story with us! Author’s note: The following contains [...]

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