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Post by Ilúvatar on Jan 26, 2004 17:03:33 GMT -5
Let's start our own group effort story. We can make it silly, serious, dramatic, and mysterious. This is how it works: I'll write a sentence of the story and then someone else writes a sentence and we just keep going writing the story. The story may never end either. Just remember to keep it Middle-earth related and Enjoy!  |
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Post by Ilúvatar on Jan 26, 2004 17:05:03 GMT -5
It was one of those hot, humid summer days and Sam was working in the garden - weeding.
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Post by Isthir - RifCoral on Feb 5, 2004 6:33:47 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,300]Slowly the hobbit's mind drifted to the adventers him and Mr. Frodo had ten years prior to the rising of this month's sun.[/glow]
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Post by Ilúvatar on Feb 6, 2004 18:55:35 GMT -5
"Wow - the good ole days", muttered Sam as he stopped and wiped his brow.
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Post by Isthir - RifCoral on Feb 10, 2004 5:19:15 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,300]With a shake of his head those eyes of his turned back to the work before him, though a vision of the future began to form within his mind, one that terrified him so much that his task was almost given up.[/glow]
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Post by Ilúvatar on Feb 10, 2004 11:42:27 GMT -5
"It can't be. No. No." he said as he threw his hands up to his face and covered his eyes, hoping that the vision would go away.
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Post by Isthir - RifCoral on Feb 11, 2004 5:47:04 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,300]To those that passed by that day, it seemed that the Old Sam's hands were melting in the very sun, for tears dripped uncontrolably from them.[/glow]
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Post by Ilúvatar on Feb 12, 2004 18:43:53 GMT -5
Inside Bag End, Rosie had just finished preparing lunch and went to the window to call Sam in.
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Post by Legolas on Feb 16, 2004 13:10:35 GMT -5
He yelped, "Just a minute!" and put his rake up, his stomach growling feverishly.
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Post by Ilúvatar on Feb 16, 2004 14:20:03 GMT -5
Sam was glad for the break, "Food will take my mind off things."
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Post by Legolas on Feb 16, 2004 17:40:16 GMT -5
While he was eating his cold chicken and pickle, he glanced out of the window and said, "Rosie? It looks like something's ouside our window!"
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Post by Ilúvatar on Feb 16, 2004 18:20:46 GMT -5
Rosie looked out the window and then looked at Sam, "My dear, there is nothing there. Come on and eat up. I've got some more work to do, so quick fooling around."
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Post by Boromir on Feb 19, 2004 21:31:35 GMT -5
After he finished, he saw that a letter had come from Buckland, from a one, Meriadoc Brandybuck.
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Bombadil
Commoner
Race - Buckland
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Post by Bombadil on Feb 19, 2004 22:09:25 GMT -5
It read:
Dear Sam,
That thing we were worried about happening has happened. Meet me at Brandywine Bridge on September 22.
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Post by Boromir on Feb 19, 2004 22:14:02 GMT -5
22nd day of September...in the year 1400....by Shire reconing. Bag End, Bagshot Row...Hobbiton...The Shire...Middle Earth...The third age of this world.
Disregard that.
Sam looked up from the note, "No...not that...anything but that!"
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