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An Adventure In Fangorn Forest
An Adventure In Fangorn Forest
There I am walking In the beautiful forest of Fangorn. Oh how I love this place, my favorite part, are the tree beard’s. I enjoy having long conversations with them , they usually just talk about, how they wish they could find female tree beards Aka tree herder. But there are days when they talk about the forest and how beautiful it is or just that there’s nothing to do but walk around or sleep. Beside’s all that though their actually pretty cool to hang out with and also there the one’s who helped create these lands.
I live in Fangorn I decided to, so I could get away from all the hate and evil of the outside world. I have a small cottage with a very nice brick chimney on top. It has three window’s two in front where the door is and one in the back, so I can keep an eye of what’s behind my cottage. Then there’s the garden oh how I love my garden, I plant all sorts of food. Like carrots, lettuce, potato’s, corn etc. I built a white picket fence around it just in case one of the tree beards tries to walk through there, he’ll notice that there is a garden and won’t crush it.
I always go for walk around Fangorn every day. I find a lot of things that people or things have dropped while they were in Fangorn. Like the other day I found a sword that was made by the elves, the brand of sword was Sting. It’s a beautiful sword I have it treasured in my cottage. But you know the weirdest thing I have found. Was a ring, I mean who drop’s a ring around here and what are the odds of me finding that ring.
Ever since that day I couldn’t stop carrying it. I even have it right now. It’s a part of me, it’s become very dear to me, its mine, my own my PREACIOUS. I tend to forget things now, I don’t eat that much anymore, I can hardly sleep. The only thing I can do is think about this ring I have. Its heavy, it gets heavier every day, I’ve had it for about a year now. And I don’t look a day older. I hear voice’s like the ring is calling out to someone or something. I can’t make the words out though, but beside’s that I feel I need to protect the precious.
Precious, for some reason it feels right to call it the precious. Like it’s been called that before. Strange things have been happening to me ever since I got the ring. Creatures of the forest have tried to kill me. Like just the other day roots from the ground tried to strangle me to death, it was a good thing I had Sting on me.
I’m more careful now though, I feel the ring attracts evil. I feel that the ring wants to be found by someone, someone of great and terrible power. A ny ways I’m going to continue my adventure in Fangorn and try to live out my days in peace. I just hope nothing terrible happens to me. Well I’m headed off back to my cottage, wish me luck.
THE END
There I am walking In the beautiful forest of Fangorn. Oh how I love this place, my favorite part, are the tree beard’s. I enjoy having long conversations with them , they usually just talk about, how they wish they could find female tree beards Aka tree herder. But there are days when they talk about the forest and how beautiful it is or just that there’s nothing to do but walk around or sleep. Beside’s all that though their actually pretty cool to hang out with and also there the one’s who helped create these lands.
I live in Fangorn I decided to, so I could get away from all the hate and evil of the outside world. I have a small cottage with a very nice brick chimney on top. It has three window’s two in front where the door is and one in the back, so I can keep an eye of what’s behind my cottage. Then there’s the garden oh how I love my garden, I plant all sorts of food. Like carrots, lettuce, potato’s, corn etc. I built a white picket fence around it just in case one of the tree beards tries to walk through there, he’ll notice that there is a garden and won’t crush it.
I always go for walk around Fangorn every day. I find a lot of things that people or things have dropped while they were in Fangorn. Like the other day I found a sword that was made by the elves, the brand of sword was Sting. It’s a beautiful sword I have it treasured in my cottage. But you know the weirdest thing I have found. Was a ring, I mean who drop’s a ring around here and what are the odds of me finding that ring.
Ever since that day I couldn’t stop carrying it. I even have it right now. It’s a part of me, it’s become very dear to me, its mine, my own my PREACIOUS. I tend to forget things now, I don’t eat that much anymore, I can hardly sleep. The only thing I can do is think about this ring I have. Its heavy, it gets heavier every day, I’ve had it for about a year now. And I don’t look a day older. I hear voice’s like the ring is calling out to someone or something. I can’t make the words out though, but beside’s that I feel I need to protect the precious.
Precious, for some reason it feels right to call it the precious. Like it’s been called that before. Strange things have been happening to me ever since I got the ring. Creatures of the forest have tried to kill me. Like just the other day roots from the ground tried to strangle me to death, it was a good thing I had Sting on me.
I’m more careful now though, I feel the ring attracts evil. I feel that the ring wants to be found by someone, someone of great and terrible power. A ny ways I’m going to continue my adventure in Fangorn and try to live out my days in peace. I just hope nothing terrible happens to me. Well I’m headed off back to my cottage, wish me luck.
THE END
Published 21st Sep 2013
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