When he saw a tall tree striding towards him, it had a feminine look to it but also a very old look. When Tom saw it he leaped, from his rock that he sat on, and ran. He was too slow. The thing caught up to him, and with great fingers lifted him up into the air. "What is this?" It said in the common tongue. "I-I am Tom of the Shire" he stammered."aa-nd what are you" he asked still stammering. "I am the Entwife Fimbrethil, and I am on a great journey" she said, in a slow voice. "Where are you going?" Asked tom. "I am going to...
you should have at least continued the story if you were gunna bump it....bump
I can't i was the last person to write a part of it.you should have at least continued the story if you were gunna bump it....
dont judge meand i am on a great journey to find the Ents. "Ents, Tom said fearfully "what are Ents?" "Ents are the most glorious, and oldest of creatures." "My word, " said Tom, but
Happy to carry on with this great story"..but I thought for sure Tom Bombadil was the oldest of all creatures?" "Well," said Fimbrethil,"I was once wedded, in a sense, to an Ent, and I shall tell you that Ents are the true beholders and shepherds of the forest." Tom pondered this for a moment. "I should very much like to join you on your quest, dear Entwife." "Good, because I seem to have lost my way, would you happen to know in which direction the Gap of Rohan lies?" Well, Tom happened to own an Atlas of Middle Earth. Who wrote it, he wasn't sure.... "I'd be happy to show you the way, but it would take a while." "No matter," said Fimbrethil. So an unusual friendship blossomed, between the smallest of creatures and the largest. They traveled for many days, and decided to rest in a small forest grove south of Ost-In-Edhil. "Shouldn't be more than another fortnight to Fangorn at this rate, Fimbrethil," exclaimed Tom. All of a sudden, a cry of.."HELP" screamed out, and crashing through the bushes, came a......
You can do as many as you want as long as they are not all in a row. So, someone must do another part of the story before you post again.can i do another one?, my other one was too short
I did add on to Mine's section, so he can do it again, I think. Please confirm, DSE!You can do as many as you want as long as they are not all in a row. So, someone must do another part of the story before you post again.
Yup, correct!I did add on to Mine's section, so he can do it again, I think. Please confirm, DSE!
K Mine, feel free to post a new part of the story now! Just add on from the end of my section.can i do another one?, my other one was too short
Is that meant to be part of the story this thread is creating? It sound a lot like a certain story I've read..The men were driven into the keep. The gates were being rammed. Erkenbrand had not relieved them. Alone they stood, firing arrows into the mass. The Helmingas of the Westfold and the Eorlingas of the Eastfold were numbered only 300 in the keep now. Some had been driven to the Glittering Caves with Èomer. The men stood at their stations, wearily retaining consciousness. Soon the barricade would break, and the Uruks would be able to move in freely. Thèoden was busy in his tower for reasons unknown. Suddenly a shape of a man appeared on the Dike.
What story? I'm sorry if I posted it on the wrong thread but I have had this story in my head for a while and wanted to release it somewhere. It's deleted.Is that meant to be part of the story this thread is creating? It sound a lot like a certain story I've read..
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