Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Role Reversal |
| Emyn Arnen, early in the Fourth Age Perhaps, given their heritage and the world they inhabited, the games were inevitable. Under the bright sunlight of the new age, they rode and quested and triumphed in safety. They scaled mountains together, broke bridges together, rode out to relieve a city together. And, of course, there was the very best game of all. "You look upon a woman!" Morwen cries out across the radiant garden. "Begone, foul dwimmerlaik!" "Is that me?" Elboron asks, uncertainly. Sometimes the women of his family are a challenge. "What?" his sister says. Sometimes her chief lieutenant is obtuse. "Don't be stupid! You're the hobbit!" |