Lord Of The Rings Bag End Novels & Stories

"We're going to remember what it feels like to be part of the world. And we're going to come back here stronger for it. Agreed?" They were mostly silent, Ronan even muttered something under his breath, but no one pulled away. I climbed into the carriage with Cade, and as we rolled forward through the fortress gates, I looked out the window, hoping to catch one last glimpse of the fortress when I saw them. There were about three guards carrying something wrapped in a black bag toward the back of the fortress. The shape looked like a body, I could even tell where the head was from here. And when the hand rolled out from the bag, the sight of those familiar short fingers adorned with gold rings

She glanced at me, and I nodded. Torin snorted, then finally turned to me, extending his hand. “Congratulations, friend.” Laughing, I stepped toward him, and he pulled me into a bear hug. Kaira chuckled, then meaningfully cleared her throat. Freeing myself from Torin's grip, I walked over to Aura and unstrapped the two bags from her saddle. “We have something more useful than the bonds right now…” I placed the bags on the ground and opened one of them. “The Moon Tears!” someone shouted.

I held the recorder tight in my hand, my heart racing, my lips curving into a smile I couldn’t hold back. This is it. This is the end of Aragorn. I did it!

But the truth was written in Alaric’s stricken expression, in the way my wolf howled inside me. The broken curse was not the end. It had only just begun. Endora stood there in silence, her aged face lined with worry. Her silver hair was loose around her shoulders, her dark eyes scanning the room before landing on us. "You’ve seen them too," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Seen what?" Alaric demanded, his voice rough. Endora stepped forward, her fingers trembling as she reached into the folds of her cloak. She pulled out a single black lily, its petals unnaturally dark, almost shimmering under the dim light.

Dan raised an eyebrow, challenge clear in his voice. Freya's grin widened. "Well, we've got three hours of movie ahead of us. Plenty of time for a rematch." Dan's eyes darkened with desire. "Careful what you wish for, Anderson. I might just take you up on that offer." Freya shivered, not entirely from the chill. She took another bite of pizza, watching the screen as Gandalf and Pippin rode into Minas Tirith. "You know," she mused, "I always wondered how they managed personal hygiene on these long quests. No showers, limited supplies..."

More often than not, the same item that was harmful to the players could be used to harm NPCs as well. It turned out that Cyrus was speaking the truth. "The monster is dead. Let's just go already," Martin said. When we turned around, Cyrus stood a short distance away. His dark eyes were fixed on us. Then, he began to make his way toward us slowly. Martin took a step backward. "Where are you two going?" Cyrus' baritone echoed. "The ritual is about to start." It was as though he didn't notice the dead village chief on the ground. With a wave of his hand, he magically dressed me and Martin in our respective wedding outfits.

Then: "The Crowns." Pause. Then: "They were never separate." Everyone froze. Immediately. Then: "What?" Thomas looked toward the horizon. Then: "They're pieces." Silence. Then: "Pieces of something much bigger." Nobody liked that. Not even slightly. Then suddenly— the giant began crumbling. Stone cracked. Golden light escaped from its body. Then the giant spoke one final time. "THE PATH GROWS SHORTER." The mountain trembled. Then: "THE END APPROACHES."

And now, I was done believing him. The silence stretched on, and the man on the phone asked again. I steadied myself and answered calmly. "Yes. I accept." We exchanged a few more words, settled on a start date, and I hung up. Then I hailed a cab and went home. I pushed open the front door and went straight upstairs to pack. I was moving out. If I was going to end things, there was no point dragging it out. Packing did not take long. Looking down at the worn-out clothes and pants so faded they had turned white, it hit me just how lean these years had really been.

Sokolov and Petrov remained in New York to guard the wards and oversee the families. Before they left, Aragorn reached out and touched Elias’s face. Elias blinked. In that moment, he saw a vision of fire and peace intertwined—of Cassian grown, of Aragorn standing before a crowd, a halo of light on his brow. “He showed me the ending,” Elias whispered. “But not how we get there.” Cassie wrapped her arms around Aragorn. “Then we walk through every shadow until we reach it.” Meanwhile, across the sea, beneath the cracked chapel near Montenegro…

With the little sounds I could hear, there was a battle of bullet exchange not too far from us. I couldn’t stand for long on my two feet and Hunter noticed as he gripped me against his chest and began yelling. “ HELP! SHIT… HELP!!!” Slowly I was losing consciousness as I fought to stay awake. Before everything became black the last thing I heard was. “ Iris please don’t leave me” Or …. I’m not so sure. So I guess that’s how it ends?