Merry Lotr Novels & Stories

says Kate. “For Frodo!” Grace screams the loudest. “We’ve got to work on our cheer,” Kate says as everyone takes their position. Deep down, Grace’s cheer has reminded Kate of another quote Aragorn said in Return of the King; originally in Elvish: {I give hope to men. I keep none for myself.}

“A day may come when the courage of Men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day.” - Aragorn, The Lord Of The Rings #3 The Return Of The King. ~ CASPIAN ~ Night finally comes. The sun has long faded away, now replaced by a moon shining so brightly over the war fields just beyond the pack river. The fields separate the river from the boundary on the east side, and everyone—including Jocelyn—is already out here.

And she swore to God, she could smell the sea. And then they were off. Hazel opened the glove box, and a dusty jumble of CDs clattered onto her lap. “What have we got, then? Lord of the Rings? Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy? Winnie-the-Pooh? The Code of the Woosters? Murder Must Advertise with the last disc missing?” Cole thought about it for a moment. “Lord of the Rings, please.” The familiar music washed over her, and then the equally familiar words: “Long years ago, in the Second Age of Middle-earth, the Elven-smiths of Eregion forged rings of great power.”

“I’d offer to knock, but this feels like something you might need to do.” “Aye.” Merrow breathed out as he brought his hand up, his knuckles tapping on the sun-washed purple door. After a brief moment, the door swung open and a much younger Annwn stood looking up at them. Her soft white blonde hair pulled back into a braid, showing off her delicate features. Her earlobes held simple pearl earrings, and Lola was shocked by how much she looked like Merrow. “Halò, a bhràthair.” “Aye, Piuthar beannachdan.” Merrow said, and Lola could see the shine of his eyes from unshed tears as he tried to keep his emotions in check.