LOTR fanfic- Lady of the Rings

[Microsoft Office]

This is wonderful! I really enjoy your style of writing. So far, the story has been very interesting. Great work!

[Lunaestrella]

Yay! Another reader! The fanfic is amazing, isn't it?

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

Thank you! I'm writing another chapter now. My plane flight is nearly six hours so I'll spend at least some of the time writing the chapter.

[Lunaestrella]

Yay!*happy Gollum dance* Yay, precious! More fanfic!

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

As night fell the long, scraggly train of travelers made their way over one of the last hills on the outer borders of the Shire, and their shadows deepened in the fading light. Ladhras halted his horse and dismounted, smiling in amusement at the hobbits and their dejected followers.

"We will camp here tonight. I will put up a tent for you two, and the ponies can be staked to the ground," he declared, picking up a sharp-edged stick and stabbing it into the ground, then tying his reins around it. The hobbits, grumbling after the long day's march, merely stomped off into the surrounding blueberry bushes in search of firewood and a few berries for an appetizer. Ladhras shook his head and unrolled a few of the blankets that had been packed on the third pony. He laid these out in a sunburst pattern around a pile of stones, which he arranged into a ring to contain the fire. Meanwhile, Merry and Pippin were traipsing about in the berry bushes, getting steadily farther and farther away from the campsite. They didn't realize it, but each step they took brought them further into the Wild. The road was far behind them when they stopped and looked around. Pippin's face was stained with the purple juice of the berries he had devoured, and Merry had large quantities of them stuck in his pockets.

"Pip?"

"Yes, Merry?"

"Do you recognize these bushes? These aren't blueberries anymore."

"Aye, no, I don't. They aren't. But look! Kingsfoil! Ladhras has been looking for it since we got into the forest, he told me so." Pippin exclaimed excitedly, forgetting that they were lost because of the thrill of the unexpected find. Merry immediately became equally distracted and began picking sprigs of the weeds, shoving them into his last empty pocket. Pip knelt down a few feet away and had just started making a pile of the picked weeds when he felt something cold and sharp on his neck.

"Move, stranger, and I'll cut off yeh head," a deep, raspy voice declared, not loud enough to carry, but enough to warn the hobbits to listen up and do as they were told. Merry boldly stood up, but his cousin was still frozen where he sat to avoid decapitation. Unsheathing his short sword, Merry faced the source of the threat. A bearded dwarf, not much taller than the hobbits, had his wickedly curved axe just touching Pippin's neck. The dwarf's dark eyes shone out from his thick mat of reddish hair and matching beard. Unlike most dwarves, his beard was not braided, but instead was knotted in a grid similar to chain mail in its style and uniformity.

"Who are you?" Merry demanded, signaling for Pip to stay put. The dwarf eyed him suspiciously, one bushy ginger eyebrow raised.

"I could ask ye the same question. I could also ask why you're intruding on my camp."

Pippin piped up from his place on the ground.
"Uh, we meant no harm, Mr. Dwarf, sir. We-"

"We were just berry picking." His cousin interjected, not ready to tell this seemingly hostile dwarf all about their mission just yet. The dwarf snorted in disbelief.

"You're dressed awfully fancy for berry picking. So tell me, why are you really out here?" He pressed the axe blade into Pippin's skin, not hard enough to draw blood but enough that he could feel its weight. Merry and Pippin exchanged looks before Merry sighed and looked down at his feet.

"We're going to Duillond with our friend because the town of Bree has been destroyed by monsters and we can get help and an army there to find and save the people of Bree."

The dwarf gazed levelly at him before reducing the pressure on Pip's neck. "And where is this 'friend' of yours now?"

"We don't know. We're kind of lost. We made a camp right off the road, but we wandered and now we can't find our way back." Pippin chimed in. "May I get up now?"

The dwarf nodded curtly and lifted his axe, where he held it by his side. "The road is thataways-" he pointed one thick, grimy finger towards the trees, "so now you can go back. Under one condition: I am coming with you. I wish to meet this 'friend' of yours."

[Lunaestrella]

I simply LOVE this! Your style of writing is so good!

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

Thanks! I'll find some time to write more this week sometime.

[Betta132]

I just found this, and it's really good!

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

Thank you!