This is just a random collection of more short stories I have come up with based off of Hobbit and LOTR movies. I do take requests if you want. So hopefully you enjoy this book as much as you enjoyed my first.
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A/N: the poem is Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll...this is my contribution to Halloween...happy trick or treating to all you spooks.
The Harvest full moon was high in the night sky, shining down onto the small, quaint village that laid in a beautiful valley where lush grasses grew to feed the various live stock belonging to the people who dwell in this village. Far below in one of the homes, in the heart of this peaceful village, was a small family that was preforming their nighttime rituals on this night ...just like every other night before. Inside this home the sounds of two boys screaming in delight and joy echoed throughout the domicile while an older man sighed wearily...praying for some peace and quiet.
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Thorin was sitting in the large chair that sat next to the small roaring fire, praying for the fortitude to withstand this night that he had to watch over his two little nephews while his sister, Dis, was across town. This afternoon when he came by to visit her, Fili and Kili for dinner he suddenly found himself taking care of both of his nephews while Dis rushed out the door in a flurry to go help out another family in town with the unexpected arrival of a little one. With a quick kiss to both of her boys and another upon Thorin's cheek she was gone out the door, leaving her older brother to take care of her two sons...the oldest being only eight and the other only three years of age. That was several hours ago, now Thorin was wishing he had stopped by another day instead of today because both boys were full of energy and climbing all over him asking one question after another like a firing squad. He guessed he would have to admit it was a mistake in giving them both some candy shortly ago, but in his defense he thought it was something sweet (no pun intended) that every child loves. Realizing only now...WRONG MOVE...because neither of them had stopped talking since..their jaws would not cease flapping as they squealed and whooped around the small house.
"Unka! Unka! Did ya know I can count teh ten with me eyes closed!" little Kili crowed loudly at his Uncle who had his eyes closed as he tried to stave off the headache that was building behind his eyelids...not really seeing the little brown haired boy covering his eyes with his tiny hand, but hearing the boys chirping voice loud and clear. "One, two, tree, four, five, si-ix,se-even, eight, niine, TEN!" he let out a loud shout that made Thorin's head pound a bit more. Suddenly he felt his other nephew, Fili, lean across his stomach towards his little brother as he huffed quit loudly at the younger boy...his blond hair falling into his face as he did so.
