Author has written 50 stories for Lord of the Rings, Hobbit, and Kuroshitsuji.
UPDATE: Yay! I'm back!...sort of. Had writer's block and now my muse has been stolen by Kuroshitsuji. Love Grell Sutcliff
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I write for pure enjoyment and not a Pulitzer so I'm not overly concerned about all that jazz...I am to a degree of course and do try to provide a easy story to read that people will enjoy but don't send me reviews about you can word it "blah blah blah" and it will sound better! IDC I wrote it the way I wanted to.
Abandoned Darkness of Moria rewrite concept:
“If I had a dry one I would.” The door had led to another chamber, much larger than the previous. The smell was thankfully gone. They were a few feet from the wooden door when it opened abruptly. Before they knew what happened they were rushed and saw no more.
Aragorn lay on his side on the cold stone floor. He slowly opened his eyes. As his vision cleared, he saw a pair of boots standing in front of him. He looked up and saw that it was a red-bearded dwarf standing before him.
“So, you have finally awakened!” he said in a deep gruff voice. Aragorn raised himself up and noticed his hands were bound. He saw Halbarad lying nearby and they were surrounded by a small company of dwarfs. They were in a halllit with many torches. “What is your business here human?” Aragorn focused his attention back on the dwarf.
“We were hunting orcs in the mountains and lost our way. A storm came and we sought shelter in a cave. Some unexpected visitors came and took the tunnel to avoid them, and here we are,” Aragorn answered. Halbarad had awakened.
“Orc hunting, a likely story! There haven’t been orcs here for years!” said the dwarf.
“So the orcs we met were just figments of our imaginations?” asked Halbarad, earning him a blow to the back of the head.
“Who are you?” the dwarf asked viciously.
“I am Ornadan, and this is my cousin Eregnin,” answered Aragorn. Halbarad rolled his eyes.
“Elf friends!” cried a dwarf raising his axe.
“Our names are not our doing. Personally I think elves are stuffy, over clean, pointy-ears!” Aragorn pleaded. This seemed to please the dwarves a bit.
Eregnin- my thorn. Aragorn was basically calling him a pain in the butt.
comments: I loved this scene and hated parting with it but it works out for the better losing it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. I was going to bring Balin in too.