HarbingerHarbinger
Harbinger I gathered my leathers and the Scouting implements I had put away upon my return in the Spring for the journey to come. I decided it best to bring
Category: Fan Fiction
Under The Eaves: The House On Ironmonger’s StreetUnder The Eaves: The House On Ironmonger’s Street
The light of the fire and the music of the Teller of Tales takes the crowd of the Prancing Pony back years and years, to a time of troubles and
PromisePromise
Promise Deverell and I had made our plans well into the night. She needed a few days to prepare for the journey and to tie up loose ends, so I
Under The Eaves: The Teller Of TalesUnder The Eaves: The Teller Of Tales
Years after the events chronicled in the Redbook of Westmarch, under the title The Lord Of The Rings. The late hour fire flickered in the common room of the Prancing
MistralsMistrals
Mistrals Deverell had already left for the training grounds by the time I awoke next morning. I gathered my things and went to find her there, my thoughts on the