27th November 2023 Writings

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Excerpt from: In Bombadil’s House
The hobbits all gladly sat down in low rush-seated chairs, while she busied herself about the table. She could hear her busband’s singing as he busied himself about the house.


Frida gathered up her courage to speak again. “Fair lady. Tell mem if my asking doesn’t seem foolish. Who is Tom Bombadil?”

“He is,” Goldberry answered as she stood still.

Frida looked at her questioningly.

“He is, as you have seen him. He is the master of wood, water and hill.”

Words: 81


Excerpt from: Strider
“And what will that be, pray?” Frodo asked, sure that he had fallen in with a rascal, and that the money he had brought with him wouldn’t satisfy him.

“No more than you can afford,” Strider answered. “Just this: you must take me along with you, until I wish to leave you.”

“Oh, Indeed!” Frodo said with surprise, but not relief. “Even if I wanted another companion, I should not agree to any such thing, until I knew a good more about you and your business.”

Words: 86


Excerpt from: Spider Quinn
Stacy answered the door. “Quinn?” For it was her friend, dressed in the same outfit she had when she was dealing with acne the previous week.

“Evening, Stacy,” she said. “I need to talk to you about something. May I come in?”

“Of course,” Stacy said, opening the door wider.


Both Stacy and her mother listened to what Quinn said about the mysterious visitor at the Morgendorffers’ house as Stacy made some cocoa for all three of them.


“It’s all very strange,” Elisabeth said as Stacy poured out the cocoa. “Like it’s not as if your mother doesn’t know what she’s doing, but it’s likely that her grief has influenced her judgement in this matter.”

Quinn nodded. “Like, Daria also doesn’t like it.”

“That makes sense,” Elisabeth said.

Words: 128


Total: 296