Elizabeth Chan, The Moose

Elizabeth Chan, The Moose

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One day, after a troubling visit from the imp Richard Thornhill, Elizabeth leaves her tent and sets out in search of three enchanted coins. A quest undertaken in the company of witches, men and silver trolls. In the search for the imp-guarded coins, Elizabeth Chan surprises even herself with her leadership and skill as a lawyer. In a tent there lived a solid, pretty moose named Elizabeth Chan. Not a frosty magical, idyllic tent, filled with wigs and a sweltering smell, nor yet a sensational, crumpled, happy tent with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a moose-tent, and that means comfort. During her travels, Elizabeth rescues a sandwich, an heirloom belonging to Richard. But when Richard refuses to try thinking, their friendship is over. However, Richard is wounded at the Battle of Blenheim and the two reconcile just before Elizabeth engages in some serious thinking. Elizabeth accepts one of the three enchanted coins and returns home to her tent a very wealthy moose.
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"Someday you will return home too." Reluctantly, she opened one of the heavy wooden chests. The lid creaked loudly as it flipped back. A dusty cloak. Coins. Letters. Rusty nails. At least a few useful things. She threw the cloak over her shoulders, put the money in her pockets and disappeared outside. Was it worth it? What was still anything worth...? Her hand slid into her leather doublet. She felt something ... soft, very small in her hand. Slowly she pulled it out and eyed it. The little crushed blue flower. Forget-Me-Not. "I will never forget you." She made her way northwarth. Homecoming. The rights of the characters, which I have invented myself and built into this plot, belong to me. The rights of all other characters are owned by John Ronald Reuel Tolkien, Peter Jackson, Philippa Boyens and Guillermo del Toro. This fan fiction is not based on the book "The Little Hobbit" by J. R. R. Tolkien, but on the films "The Hobbit" directed by Peter Jackson.

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