I walked over to the big brown doors located far east down the main corridor, it is my favorite place, a place were I can sit and read through the vast collection of books that has been passed down through my ancestors.
I enter the massive library and open the curtains to let the sun brighten the room. I walk over to my desk and find my favorite book the 'the lord of the rings'. JRR Tolkien is my favorite author and I have read many of his books, his world of middle earth has so much knowledge and detail that it almost makes it seem real.
I open the book to my saved page and begin to read. Suddenly there is a faint crashing noise coming from the back of the library. That's strange usually no one besides me enters this library.
'Hello is anyone there' I rise from my seat and begin walking towards the noise.
Crash . . .flop . . . boom; the noise is repeating itself over again. I continue walking towards the noise it grew darker and much dustier. I squint my eyes to get a clearer image of what the noise was.
A pile of dusty books staked in an uneven pile was tumbling over. I quickly remove some books on the top and placed them in shorter piles. Half of the books looked like they had been untouched for centuries.
I looked at the side of the books; none really caught my eye except for one. I pulled out a very old looking book it had a black leather case and a piece of string tied to hold it together. I pulled on the string and removed the case, rather than a book it appeared to be more of a diary or journal.
It was engraved with golden cursive writing that I recognized immediately it was written in Elvish and underneath it was written 'Tales Of Thranduil".
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