Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Many Paths and Errands Meet |
Written for the Fell Beasts "Orcs" prompt. |
| Well, what a to-do over that old Ring of mine! Bilbo looks curiously around the circle. No wonder Sam's eyes are like saucers... Don't scowl so, Gloin! The Dúnadan's very grave. Who's that huge Man across from him, though, still cloaked and booted? Never seen him before… That must be Thranduil's son in green, with the bow. Rumour is he's got news to deliver – though frankly he looks as though he'd rather be facing orcs. Lastly, his gaze falls on Frodo. Lad's as white as a sheet. Bilbo bites his lip. Sometimes I wish I'd never found the wretched thing… |