Hi! Third one. Don't expect updates this often. I just had a few drabbles written up. The posts will be sporadic, at best, as the ideas pop into our brains. ;)


Aragorn was in the stables brushing his horse when Elladan and Elrohir walked in, leading their horses to empty stalls. Tossing their travel cloaks over the stall doors, they wearily, yet deftly, removed the tack from their horses and brushed them down, talking all the while of the human town they had visited.

"Orcs move closer day by day," Elrohir told Estel. "The Men have not the troops to ward them off."

"They are growing in number, too, as they approach," added Elladan. "I fear the Men will give up soon."

Elrohir nodded and turned back to his steed. "The Men have lost hope."

Twelve-year-old Estel looked at his brothers, not quite realizing what they meant. "Well, of course they have," he deadpanned. "I live in Imladris now!"


Review! Pretty please? I want to know what you think. Should I continue with my other ideas?