PROLOGUE: An Eye to the East
 
I have a tale to tell, If you would care to hear it. Much of it may seem strangely familiar: a fireside yarn that once lulled you to youthful sleep, yet lingered on in drowsing snatches to mingle with the very stuff of dreams; or of half-read passages, long faded to forgetful obscurity, that come suddenly to mind with the stark clarity of a memory vividly recalled -- the unexpected guest who arrives unbidden but welcome at the oddest hour. Perhaps you are merely seeing a reflection, mirrored as through a glass darkly, perceiving the obverse truth of what you have long taken as fact. In any case, and if you are so inclined, I shall recount the hidden truths of the rise and fall of realms to the very east of East and to the uttermost South, far from the haunted eaves of Rhovanion, and further still from the reunited Dunedain kingdoms that first rose in ancient times along the silent shores of the Sundering Sea.

by: zivlok

Author's Note: This is my third story in my collection of short stories I'm thinking about publishing. This is a parody of the old greek and roman myths. If for some reason you are currently holding a star map in your hands, you will see that is sort of makes sense.

By Wally Warlock

Today I had the chance to go to Winnie the Witch’s newly redone kitchen. I promptly turned down the offer. When the boss offers that much for a job, you know something’s up. But then I got a call from the bank about my house payments. I raced to the boss and told him I wanted the job after all.

by Bronwyn

CHAPTER 3:


Kelim listened and talked to the man, who seemed to be the leader of this group for some time before a type of agreement appeared to be reached. Then, he turned to the others and translated just what had gone on. “They say that there have been groups of evil looking men passing by here. They also told me that our group passed by earlier and they think that the later ones were following them. Their leader here has been listening to the conversations going on between those that are following our group. It seems that they were not only following the troop, which I was with, but also are on their way to Isengard for some type of big battle.
He told me that this old pathway has been very busy lately, and I told him about the threat, which comes to us from Mordor as well as Isengard

by: Amonereb

Oh Aragorn Ellesar,
your the cause of my woe
since my bonny bright Frodo,
to the wars he did go.

Broken hearted I wander,
broken hearted I remain,
for my bonny bright Frodo,
the ring it was his bane