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The World is Not in Your Books and Maps Chapter IVThe World is Not in Your Books and Maps Chapter IV by fargreencountry
Chapter IV: Burglar
Thorin was about to knock at the door of the hill when he heard the music from within. When had been the last time he had heard any group of Dwarves besides a small family group sing anything but sorrow outside of holidays? He did not know, but he wanted to listen to it as long as it lasted. He could not hear the words, but he knew it was silly and full of mischief. Finally, the Dwarves cheered when the song was done.
With weary determination, he knocked at the door. He heard a familiar voice. “I cannot stand any other Dwar… oh. Dear.” Professor Baggins opened the door. Thorin could smell a faint scent of food. “Hello again, Thorin. So that’s why they’re here.”
“Professor Baggins,” Thorin said with a slight bow, “Thorin Oakenshield at your service.”
“Bramble Baggins at yours,” Bramble said with as much of a curtsy as she could give while wearing sweat pants.
The World is Not in Your Books and Maps Chapter IIThe World is Not in Your Books and Maps Chapter II by fargreencountry
Chapter II: The Map
Professor Bramble Baggins was not fond of surprises. Having two in one day never boded well. First there was the rather handsome dwarf she had never seen in the Shire before. There was also Gandalf’s (always unexpected) visit. She found it doubtful they were unconnected. Bramble might not have realized who the dwarf in her classroom was if not for the fact she was speaking about his people using his words. She was surprised she did not burst into flames from embarrassment. It was one thing to talk about people when they were not there, but quite another when they were sitting in the back of one’s classroom looking majestic.
Thorin seemed to take it in stride as he carried some of her books. Bramble wondered amongst her many thoughts of why royalty would come all the way out to the middle-of-nowhere Indiana and if he would be offended if she asked him to sign her book with his report in it. She realized it might be a painful subject and the
An Unexpected Visit - Part 7Dís and Thorin had not spoken much after their discussion. Now they both were in the hallway, listening to the wails and cries of Tauriel, as she gave birth to her and Kíli’s child. Thorin sat in the chair, and Dís stood in the middle of the corridor, tapping her foot with anxiety and anticipation. They both knew they had a lot to discuss, about Thranduil and the possibilities of war, yet this was not the time to do so.An Unexpected Visit - Part 7 by Ingvild-S
Fíli was leaned against the wall, his arms over his chest and his head hanging down as he listened. It was not a comforting sound, and his memory of Kíli’s birth was alive in his head. He hoped this would end just as happily, yet he dared not hope too strongly. As his uncle had pointed out; who knew what condition their child would be in?
What if the babe was too big for Tauriel to deliver? What it if was deformed? Fíli exhaled heavily as he tried to keep such thoughts at bay. He would not believe his own accusations.
After a wh
A.P.I.T.G. Chapter 4 - The Slowest SunriseIt was the longest night and the slowest sunrise Fili could ever recall as he lay on his back, eyes staring into the inky sky, waiting for sleep to come. But, despite his wearied mind and heavy eyelids, he remained awake, tossing and turning as the hours dragged slowly by. Every lingering moment beneath the dark sky, as the rest of the company slept around him, felt endless and Fili became more and more anxious. It was far easier, in the silence of the night, for Fili’s mind to wander, for him to overthink every possible, terrifying thing his younger brother could be facing. He tried to ignore his own thoughts and squeezed his eyes shut willing, begging, sleep to come, to take him away from the loneliness and dread he was feeling. The worst part about that long and cheerless night was not feeling Kili’s sleeping form beside him. They always slept beside one another, close enough so that, even in sleep, they were aware of each other’s presence. How much Fili wished toA.P.I.T.G. Chapter 4 - The Slowest Sunrise by MouseKatMCR
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