Northern Dragons of Chron
By Nezumi
Chapter One: Council of Hobbits
In Rivendell, the Council gathers. In the years since the reign of Evil, Elrond, the ruling elf, holds Council. Arwen will linger in the shadows, supporting of her father, for she longs to meddle in Middle Earth's matters. From quadrant of the map some come, every race is represented… to the best of the Council's knowledge. And that is what they pride. Knowledge.
Common Speech is the only permittance of language to use at the table less it be vulgar—in which Case the entire Council would then know of your incivility. The attempt for democracy or a republic need so far been in vain, for the Council members, more oft than not, were the rulers themselves. Whenever Men are present—power, sadly enough, will preside.
Merry Brandybuck, not surprisingly, came from the Shire to vouch for Brandy Hall, and all of Buckland. Mr. Brandybuck was accompanied endlessly by the chatty Pippin Took, as the two were great friends, as they did happen to live through their journeys as of yet. Truthfully, as well, the East Road wasn't quite so frightening. Often, they'd wait for another Hobbit to join them on the Brandywine Bridge. Now, this character, he was the most unlikely and too-likely hobbit coming from the rest of the Shire to Rivendell—Sam Gamgee. Rosie would wave a farewell as he rode off on his pony, his daughter waved from the Bill, the Old Pony. The three friends would unite upon the bridge and journey to the Council Meeting.
On this particular year—all was not well in the Shire. No, indeed, all was not well in all of Middle Earth either. And North-East of Rivendell a battle raged…
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A.N. This is my first Lord of the Rings 'fic, so give me any corrections I should have, please? This is after the trilogy, if its not apparent (which I hope it is). Tell me if someone becomes way out of character.
Disclaimer I don't own The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien. I only hope I am doing 'fic justice to them! Please don't sue me! (I'm broke anyway…)
E-Mail messy@usa.com
P.S. Sorry about the format. FF.net isn't being nice at the moment, nor is my computer. I hope it isn't too annoying.
By Nezumi
Chapter One: Council of Hobbits
In Rivendell, the Council gathers. In the years since the reign of Evil, Elrond, the ruling elf, holds Council. Arwen will linger in the shadows, supporting of her father, for she longs to meddle in Middle Earth's matters. From quadrant of the map some come, every race is represented… to the best of the Council's knowledge. And that is what they pride. Knowledge.
Common Speech is the only permittance of language to use at the table less it be vulgar—in which Case the entire Council would then know of your incivility. The attempt for democracy or a republic need so far been in vain, for the Council members, more oft than not, were the rulers themselves. Whenever Men are present—power, sadly enough, will preside.
Merry Brandybuck, not surprisingly, came from the Shire to vouch for Brandy Hall, and all of Buckland. Mr. Brandybuck was accompanied endlessly by the chatty Pippin Took, as the two were great friends, as they did happen to live through their journeys as of yet. Truthfully, as well, the East Road wasn't quite so frightening. Often, they'd wait for another Hobbit to join them on the Brandywine Bridge. Now, this character, he was the most unlikely and too-likely hobbit coming from the rest of the Shire to Rivendell—Sam Gamgee. Rosie would wave a farewell as he rode off on his pony, his daughter waved from the Bill, the Old Pony. The three friends would unite upon the bridge and journey to the Council Meeting.
On this particular year—all was not well in the Shire. No, indeed, all was not well in all of Middle Earth either. And North-East of Rivendell a battle raged…
.-*-.
A.N. This is my first Lord of the Rings 'fic, so give me any corrections I should have, please? This is after the trilogy, if its not apparent (which I hope it is). Tell me if someone becomes way out of character.
Disclaimer I don't own The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien. I only hope I am doing 'fic justice to them! Please don't sue me! (I'm broke anyway…)
E-Mail messy@usa.com
P.S. Sorry about the format. FF.net isn't being nice at the moment, nor is my computer. I hope it isn't too annoying.
