Disclaimers: I do not own The Silmarillion, The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings and other canon tales about Middle-earth. J.R.R. Tolkien does. All other canon sources belong to their respected owners. The prompts for this one hundred drabble challenge was created by LadyLindariel, Sonicscrewdriversinmiddleearth and Alku04. I only own the plot, original characters, etc.

I have joined LadyLindariel's 100 Drabble Challenge. These will be made up of both drabbles and one-shots. Also, this time, there will be a variety of characters, canon and original, from various realms, including Middle-earth, shown and interacting with each other, as they did in the first 100 drabble challenge I worked on.

This drabble was sparked by Enya's song "Caribbean Blue".

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81.) A Story

Word Count: 417

A pencil. A pen. A blank slate waiting to be read. The canvas is set. The paint is in line. It's time to draw the first words in ink. A story is waiting to be told, waiting to be seen, waiting to be heard. This tale has yearned to begin its quest, its desires, its many thoughts lying in slumber. This tale is ready to be shown, like stars in the sky awaiting their bequest.

Let the story begin now and again. It's time.

Hermione sat down with her two children: Rose and Hugo Weasley. For a bushy haired witch, Hermione showed real class when reading her children a bedtime story. But this bedtime story would be worth their time.

"Rose. Hugo. Come and sit with me," Hermione said. "I think you're old enough for me to read 'The Lord of the Rings'."

"The Lord of the Rings?" Ron Weasley chimed in, sitting at the table with them. "Isn't that a bit too old for our children, Hermione?"

"Oh nonsense, Ron. It isn't the first time a teenager has read the books," Hermione said.

"But it's a brutal story, involving this elf and dwarf who are always battling each other for the most kills," Ron said. "There. The end."

"Ronald, was that really necessary?" Hermione asked, sternly.

"It worked for me the first time," Ron said.

"Will you read it to us, Mum?" Rose asked.

"Oh, very well," Hermione said, opening The Fellowship of the Ring for the first time in years.

"And then there's these hobbits who scour throughout Middle-earth in search of buried treasure," Ron said.

"Ron, you're exaggerating," Hermione said.

"I'm telling you that's the honest truth. Who wants to see a greedy hobbit?" Ron said. His words couldn't have been more true.

"You have a point. But that's not for the next story," Hermione said.

"See? I'm right for once," Ron said.

"Putting that aside, let's begin," Hermione said.

"Aww! You don't like my version?" Ron asked, confused.

"Is it because you're rooting for Gollum, Ronald?" Hermione said.

"Well, when you put it that way," Ron said, sheepish.

"Can I read the story now?" Hermione asked, concerned.

"Oh, go ahead," Ron said, sitting quiet.

"Right then. On with the tale," Hermione said, reading the first words aloud for her children and her husband to hear.

When Mr. Bilbo Baggins announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton.*

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Footnotes:

*This paragraph can be found in The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring Chapter 1 "A Long-Expected Party".