In such a silent night, where not even the crickets found joy in singing, Legolas had no doubts about whose tongue those sharp words belonged to. Gimli had returned to the village, in search of him.

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Much as it grained on Samuel’s pride, every decision he took on behalf of Bomieth, had to meet the council’s approval. And they hadn’t.

Of the whole council of elders, the leader was probably the one to have least faith in Samuel’s abilities and rulings. Old Bomieth did not trust Samuel, and the healer knew it. He never had, and never had Samuel ( Read more... )

A man carrying a baby walked in, his eyes dazzled and unseeing. Outside, the cries of a desperate woman and mother could be heard.

Gimli caught a glimpse of her, before the door was locked again. Two guards were holding her, preventing the poor woman from following her husband and child. The number of guards had increased, Gimli noticed as well. ( Read more... )

The chirping birds outside announced the sun’s appearance above the eastern horizon, greeting the new day with an enthusiasm and joy that few shared.

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They arrived at the small village before dawn, the dark, hellish night seeming to have no end. Despite the late hour, there were many in the streets, either alerted by the sounds of the returning group, either kept from sleeping by whatever nightmare that plagued them that night.

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The group of men had laboured until late that day, trying to save as much of the crops as they could. Some of the fields should have been harvested at least three moons ago, but few of those not affected by the Bruisenbite could be spared to that task. Finding the village’ supplies drastically diminishing, the men had worked hard to assure that, at ( Read more... )

With the destruction of the One ring, the Fellowship that had been formed in Rivendell to protect the Ring Bearer, had all gone its separate ways.
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The War of the Ring, as it came to be known, was over. So dark and troubled had been the end of the last Age, that it took a bit of an effort for the free people of Middle-Earth to realize that a new Age had begun.

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Why had he let it come this far?

This wasn’t as it should happen. This shouldn’t be happening at all!

Gimli struggled against the three men holding him down, mindless of the sword inches from his neck.

“Stop this foolishness!” He bellowed at the group that had the crowd’s attention. “This will solve nothing!”

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Well, this was probably the story that took me the longest to get done. Over the course of 3 long years, I wrote this epic tale of Legolas-whump and for some reason or another, people reading it never gave up on me. For that, I thank them :oD
Beta work by Marilyn. Thank you, honey!

COTTONCROW'S CRY

Prologue 

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