Stories over heard in the bar.

I had read about these things happening. People would be going about their everyday lives, then for no apparent reason, would find themselves quite literally transported to another world, leaving this one far behind. But I never once thought it could happen to me. This is my story...

When two elves discover that a sickness has began to take the lives of their family, they set out to find a cure. What they end up discovering is a plot more sinister than either could have ever imagined.

A day in the life of Viznak after Faeron and Rhadrog leave to report on the events within Seregost to the king.

Drabble. In the midst of gathering everything Deluraw and Tanathron need in order to make more shrew-stomping boots, Eruimin suffers a little...accident.

Just a quick little shorty I felt like writing for entertainment. I know of the errors and will correct them later. Trolls and grammar Nazi's will be laughed at and ignored.

"Las estrellas brillan, más algunas son más puras que otras. Brillan todas, al fin, pero en su esencia reside la pureza que tanto guardamos. Así mismo, una Noldor nunca debe juntarse con castas más bajas." Lord Orthred. Palabras del padre de Zaphir, qué definirán el futuro de esta señora Noldor. ¡Averigua que sucede, en esta novela de Herrold, para ustedes!

It has been so long since we last saw Horn and Nona I decided to finish their story myself. This is based on the timeline where Halros sacrifices himself for Horn.

An old elf can be a library. But a library cannot throw their books at people for them to read. The information must be sought out: the person possessing the knowledge must speak, in answer to question, or trend of conversation. This elf is a living library, among the few that can be counted as one also. Here, is deep knowledge of his past.

That night, she dreams of mist and stone. There are torches and rusty iron braziers, and the soft sunset glow of flames in a golden circlet on a pale brow, on a cloak of cobwebs – gossamer – and eyes darker than the night sky. She knows the legends, she knows who he is. That is why she is not afraid; because the blood of his people flows in her veins. OCs, Barrow wights.

Sometime in LOTRO history, playable characters take on a life of their own, developing their own adventures. Two groups. Seven short stories. The tales are about to be woven. Their journeys have just begun. War of the Ring. Featuring my playable characters and Lobelia Sackville-Baggins.

Poem: The War of the Ring did a number on Middle-earth's economy. And all those 'heroes' weren't helping.

Thorn is attempting to make a new life in Bree, and this is the chronicle of her journey. My roleplaying character on LotRO. Also published on Laurelin Archives.

I always like to come up with a backstory to my characters, usually they're sisters like in World Of Warcraft, but as one is an elf and the other is a Beorning, it wouldn't fit. So I had to come up with a better backstory. And this is that story. The story of an eccentric guardian and her young bear charge. Oneshot

A tale of the Fall of Gondolin, told by my elven lore-master, Lennidhren, at Ales and Tales in Lord of the Rings Online. Originally posted at the now defunct My.LOTRO blogs and at

Talion goes after one of the orcs who attacked his family. From the game Shadows of Mordor. Explains some of the back story, as there will be chapters added onto this. Will be understood best if you have knowledge of the game.

A father and daughter make a gruesome find outside of Moria. Their resulting investigation leads them to Lothlorien and onto greater challenges as the Order of the Tower Guard enters southern Mirkwood.

The start of the biggest journey for a single duck

A brief look at one of the many who fought in the War of the Ring.

She tries to picture putting emotions as complex as love into a lifespan as short as those of the Edain, and fails. How it is possible, to make do with only a blink of an eye, a fleeting moment? Does it make men feel differently, she wonders, does it make emotions more intense? Does it make loss more staggering, like a bleeding wound to the heart? [elven protagonist, Golodir]

The War of the Ring is over. A one shot speculating about coming home and scars that won't quite heal.

Horn and Nona are so adorable I had to write a fanfic for them. I have not yet completed their storyline, so this may not actually be what happens - but I hope it is! T for kissing

Czasami król Elendil nadal siaduje nad jeziorem sam. Ale częściej przechadza się wzdłuż brzegu razem z Błękitną Panią. Opowiada jej o swoim mieście, pięknym Annúminas, i o swoim ludzie, Dúnedainach. Zwierza się ze swoich wątpliwości i obaw. A Błętkina Pani cierpliwie słucha, i udziela mu rad, gdy potrafi, i okazuje uprzejmość, gdy nie jest w stanie mu doradzić.

He forgot what everyone knows: that water does not have a heart. But she has memories, and every wave that moves the lake echoes within her. [Gwindeth's musings on Annúminas, Calenglad and king Elendil.]

"Sometimes king Elendil still sits by the lake alone. But more often he walks along the shore with the Blue Lady. He tells her of his city, the beautiful Annúminas, and of his people, the Dúnedain. He tells her of his doubts and troubles, and fears. And the Blue Lady listens patiently, and offers advice when she can, and kindness when she cannot give advice."