Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Epilogue |
| Sauron is looking over my shoulder, so this is probably going to be the last idea I can write here. I swear; he’s such a baby. If I knew how much of a pain he was going to be, I would have told him where his stupid ring was so he could stay in Arda and leave me alone. Oh forget it. I can’t think straight. I’d rather spend eternity with a certain Noldorin nutcase than here with this whiney ex-dark lord. Oh for pity’s sake, Sauron... Note from Arandil: The notebook just stops there. I hope you have all enjoyed the experience of reading this, and that you haven’t been scarred for life by these awful story ideas. Hugs and Cookies, Arandil |