As a rule, we hobbits aren’t a resolution-making sort of folk. In fact, it seems a rather quaint notion to me, setting aside the same day of the year, every year to declare some sort of great vow for yourself. It’s like you’re setting out on a sort of quest every year. Going on a quest is all very grand, but you can’t be constantly setting off on a ( Read more... )

Diamond read her brother's letter twice, to be sure that he'd left no room for doubt in his reply.

My dear, darling baby sister. Have you completely taken leave of your senses since you married the Thain's heir? Taking whisky to a DRAGON!!! Is it that you want me to be toasted like a bit of cheese by that great, fearsome thing? Do you have any ( Read more... )

Dearest Brother, Shan! Love to you and Bluebell and the babies. Pippin and my own little Faramir are doing quite well, and send their love along with mine.

Do you remember that favor you owe me? The really, really big favor, from that day when you accidentally set old Flax Burrow's barn on fire when you were smoking in his hayloft, and I took the ( Read more... )

No, not love exactly. You must know someone, truly know them, in order to love them properly. Otherwise what you’re feeling is just attraction or infatuation. There’s nothing wrong with either of those things. Eru knows, they’re both delightful and should be explored. But love is something other than just physical attraction or infatuation. The ( Read more... )

A fine, gentle-seeming, soft-spoken fellow named Simon_tm. A Man I first thought him to be, but he called himself an Angel and told me that he is a kind of Maiar, and a child of Illuvatar! He's come to fight against a great evil that is threatening the world of his time.

Imagine it! A Maiar! Never did I dream that I would ever meet anyone so grand!

Is There Ever a Reason to Get Blindingly Drunk?Oh, no! Not blindingly drunk. Where’s the fun in drinking, if you won’t be able to remember what you’ve done, and after, all you’ve got to show for it is a sore head and a sour stomach? I want to experience everything that a lass can of course, but I want to be able to remember it all the next morning ( Read more... )

I've so much to tell, but where to start? Of my childhood wanderings through the moors of Long Cleeve, likely the less I say the better you will all regard me. Certainly the good folk of Long Cleeve thought me mad, even for a North-Took! And that's saying something, to be sure. "That one's a throwback to old Bandobras the Bullroarer!" they'd say. " ( Read more... )