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 I wasn't always a fan of Lord of the Rings or Tolkien's work. In fact I didn't read The Hobbit until I was sixteen years old, and didn't read Lord of the Rings until after I had seen Fellowship of the Ring. But once I began my journey in Middle-Earth there was no going back for me, I am officially a Ring-ite; I have all of Tolkien's published works (currently slowly working my way through The Silmarillion), the extended editions of Lord of the Rings on DVD, am incredibly pumped for The Hobbit and I even have my first name tattooed in Elvish on my wrist. After reading Wolfsklage's favourite moments from Lord of the Rings I was inspired to wri

Dappled light falls twixt the leaves Of gnarled and ancient branches The arms of mighty trees spread wide As they whisper their secrets To the wind that weaves among them. Oak, Ash, Beech or Alder Pine, Maple, Teak or Elder Elm and Horse Chestnut Yew and Spruce All talk together in the woods of the world. Carpets of dry gold lie about The feet of wooden giants Where wildlife crunches through As they search for food the woods provide Before returning to their homes amid the roots and boughs. Delicate flowers tiptoe along the ground Bluebell, Primrose and Campion While Ivys entwine themselves around The limbs and trunks of tr

 The waters of the Great Lake were still as a mill pond, the evening sky reflected on its glassy surface. A solitary figure sat staring disparately at the shore of the lake lost in her thoughts. Emma, along with the rest of the Sixth Year Hufflepuffs, had spent the afternoon practising the Patronus Charm in Defence Against the Dark Arts, but Emma was the only one in her class who had not managed to summon a corporeal Patronus. The Sixth Years had been studying Patronuses now for over a month; first researching the theory of the spell, then practising the incantation before finally attempting to produce a Patronus. Emma was particularly gift

Chapter Five The Four Knights of the Isles Rain began to drizzle onto Jennifer's face, waking her from her doze. Without her noticing dark rain clouds had gathered in the turquoise sky, blocking out the sunlight. Jennifer had been sitting on the park swings, thinking about her dream. But then she had dozed off again, and gone back to the dream, where even there, she had not been able to say goodbye properly to her mum. Jennifer got up, pulled her jacket around her and headed for home. Her father should be at work by now, and she really didn't feel like getting caught in a rainstorm. As the rain turned from a drizzle to a steady, heavy r