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Rick Phoenix often wondered how he managed to receive the worst assignments. And more often than not, he realized that it was his somewhat quiet and shy nature that made it possible.
Rick's magazine editor and chief, Nash Bailey, had told him more than once that he was given such trying assignments to make him a better writer. But after nearly two and a half years of drudgery, Rick was sure that it was just an excuse. A creative way to shut him up from asking for more than scraps. . . and to his shame, it worked. Other than some small grumbling and disdain, he'd never outright refused a project.
Whe
An unexpected guest - A Middle-Earth Story by Irjikor, literature
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An unexpected guest - A Middle-Earth Story
An unexpected guest
First Hall of Moria, T.A.2994
“BAROOM!!!”
Nithi, son of Nár, Gatekeeper of the East-gate, looked up at the great brass horns, shining high above him in the light of the high eastern windows. The horns had only been installed last week, replacing the old horns, which had long been lost. Nithi loved the sigh of them above all. Most of his brethren had a deep love for gold, silver, gems, or even the refound mithril. But Nithi loved above else brass. And of all he had ever wrought of it, or ever had seen wrought by others, he loved the new Horns of the Great Gates of Khazad-dûm best. Although… may
The Lost Princess - Chapter 7 (ThranduilxReader) by Alpanu, literature
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The Lost Princess - Chapter 7 (ThranduilxReader)
Chapter 7
I will never recall the first week of this travel again, ever! You swore to yourself. Calling it a disaster would be simply insufficient. First of all, your non-existing skills with riding turned out to be a bigger problem than what Legolas and Tauriel had thought it to be. Your first almost-a-fall occurred a mere one hundred feet away from the gates of the underground palace. After the first day on the horse, you slumped onto the grass happily, not able to feel the lower part of your body anymore. Yet, before you had the chance to relax a bit, the horse raised its tail and, well… relieved itself right next to your he
~Libra Me~
He ran, pell-mell through the alleys of New Orleans, the cold autumn rain pelting his flesh wickedly as his thoughts blurred into a single cry of despair. His chest felt heavy, despite the lack of a heartbeat, his lungs aching as he fought to breathe. The very air seemed putrid, as if all the decay of the world had arisen before him. The dark of the night held no comfort for him, nor did the sound of his cries soothe his forlorn state, as he sprinted faster than the human eye could gauge.
He had lost control. After nearly two full years of sustaining himself on mediocre sustenance, he had snapped. His resolve had been waning since
Prisoners of The Void(Chapter One): An Old Enemy by Firetear501, literature
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Prisoners of The Void(Chapter One): An Old Enemy
Melkor gasped as his captors shoved him forward into the Void. He felt their hands leave his back as he tumbled into space, just barely managing to unfurl his dark wings and catch himself before he fell into the abyss below. He whipped around, the clinking chains restricting his movement and slowing him down. In the moment before the doors were closed he saw the faces of the other Valar. Namo was watching him coldly, no trace of sympathy in his eyes, while his sister Nienna stood beside him, tears running down her beautiful caramel skin. Varda was looking at Manwe with sympathy in her silver eyes, seeming worried about something. Manwe raise
Prisoners of the Void(Tolkien Fanfic)-Prologue by Firetear501, literature
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Prisoners of the Void(Tolkien Fanfic)-Prologue
The Timeless Void
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The Void was hard to describe. It was nothing like Middle Earth, or Valinor, or any of the extant realms. It was…...well, a void. There were no smells, except for the cold sweat on your body. No tastes, besides the dryness of your parched mouth. No colors to soften the crushing blackness. No sounds, except for what you brought with you. The beating of your he
“Aule”
Aule looked up, then quickly lowered his eyes with a small gasp.
“My lord Eru! I-to what do I owe this honor?” he stammered.
Aule wasn’t sure, as his head was still lowered, but he thought his Creator might have smiled. Eru so rarely walked among the Ainur now, that it was a rare honor when he appeared to one of them. Aule couldn’t think of why Eru would visit him tonight, unless he had done something to displease him.
“You have nothing to fear, my child”, Eru said, and Aule looked up to see his Creator smiling gently, "Come, walk with me”.
Aule followed his lord away from his
~Bio: Tarah~
Full name: Tarah (Daughter of Tam) Pronounced Tear-ahh
Nickname: T or Tear
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Birthday: April 10th
Nationality: Has never had a nationality, due to traveling and her unusual heritage.
Place of Birth: Born in Rohan just outside of Edoras
Current Residence: None.
Languages: Westron or the common tongue of men. She also understands bits of Sindarin Elvish, though she can’t speak it.
Height: 5’6
Weight: She is chubby/healthy in size though not noticably so.
Figure/Build: Average height, with a curvy, busty body.
Hair Color: Black. Though in the right light, natural red-sandy highlights ca
Two sides of a coin (Tolkien fiction) by Alpanu, literature
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Two sides of a coin (Tolkien fiction)
The story I will tell you is not mine. I heard it many years ago but I shall tell it as if it happened to me because that is the form I heard it originally.
My story begins when I was still a mere child, not older than twenty years. I remember those times better than what have happened yesterday so do not question my memories in this matter. I remember my older brother and my parents. I remember our small village as if I would return there frequently, but I was not there for many decades. Centuries even. It is possible that it does not exist anymore.
Yet what might have been lost in times, it still lives within my mind and minds of those wh