Squirrels and Mud Puddles~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Squirrels and Mud Puddles10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Elrohir of Imladris reined in his horse as a glint of sunlight off silver caught his eye.
"What is it?" his brother quizzed, with more curiosity than concern.
Elrohir nodded his head toward a large grey squirrel carrying what looked to be a silver bird with outstretched wings. A tiny, golden-haired elfling followed hot on its heels, too focused on the chase to notice the two mounted elves.
"Give that back!" the elfling demanded hotly, as his prey scurried across a large mud puddle and up a tall oak.
Too small to reach the oak's lowest branch, Legolas raced up a neighboring low-branched elm and leapt across. Undaunted, the squirrel darted inside its hole and, safely out of reach, chattered at the clever little elfling.
Elrohir thought the chattering sounded distinctly like smug laughter and decided the squirrel could not be allowed to win the day. Meeting Elladan's eyes, he saw agreement and quickly dismounted.
"You give that back or I'll bring a hawk to this tree to e
Unearthed - Tolkien Fanfiction"Legolas? What are you doing?" Without shifting his gaze, Legolas pressed a finger to his lips and gestured to his nephew to sit beside him.Unearthed - Tolkien Fanfiction10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I am watching," he whispered in a tone that made it quite clear that he thought this most obvious.
"That I can see," Belegorn said matter-of-factly. "What are you watching?"
Legolas rolled his eyes in mild exasperation and pointed down the passageway to his mother, who had just emerged from a chamber beside her own. He ducked a little to allow Belegorn to peek past him.
"What is it I should see?" Belegorn inquired, staring intently. Legolas rolled his eyes, again, and added a sigh for emphasis.
"There!" he hissed softly and pointed more insistently. "No one ever goes in there, but today Mother has gone in and out and in and out and in
The Prince and the PeaCurled up in a deep wickerwork chair that he had dragged to the west porch from the Hall of Fire, Estel pulled his soft woollen blanket more snugly around him. Though June, the storm that had woken him in the dark hour before dawn made the early morning air damp and chill and seemingly able to find its way inside his blanket no matter how he shifted it. Estel did not mind very much though -- at least it did not bother him enough to miss the spectacular display of lightning flashing above the High Moors.The Prince and the Pea10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He signed contentedly through a yawn as the storm rolled away eastward, down the river. Somewhere beneath the grey clouds the sun had risen, and Estel sleepily watched as the glowing haze that filled the valley shifted from red to orange and then paled to a ghostly white that made all world seem magical and mysterious.
The wonder was not enough, though, to stifle the hunger rumbling through his waking stomach.
Intertwined - Tolkien FanficSam looked up as Aragorn abruptly rose and wandered away from the Company and onto the ridge that sheltered their small camp. He sighed, glad for a respite from the ranger's nervous energy; Aragorn had shifted about restlessly all throughout their meagre supper-breakfast.Intertwined - Tolkien Fanfic10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A yawn followed the sigh, and Sam stretched his weary muscles. He had been ready enough to sleep by the time a halt was called to their day's march, but now he found himself reluctant to close his eyes. This was the first bit of merry sunshine they'd had since leaving Rivendell. Sam wanted to enjoy it awhile. Besides, he had all night to sleep; they weren't moving on till the morrow's eve.
That pleasant thought brought a smile to the hobbit's lips as his gaze roamed about in search of Frodo. Sam found his master sitting with Gandalf on the edge of their