Woohoo!

belegcuthalion has finished her amazing epic story Winter Fire in the English version at last! Hooray Hooray Hooray!

If I haven't babbled enthusiastically at you before about this story you must be new. Let's just say that it is exactly the reason why I'll still give a story that could be described as "OFC finds herself in Middle-Earth" a try. For those of you who are wincing, I dare you... I double dare you... to read the first few chapters and see if you don't find yourself as utterly wrapped up in the tale as I did.

It is rated R, for later chapters. (closer to PG-13 than NC-17, though.)

Go. Read. Enjoy!

Woohoo!

belegcuthalion has finished her amazing epic story Winter Fire in the English version at last! Hooray Hooray Hooray!

If I haven't babbled enthusiastically at you before about this story you must be new. Let's just say that it is exactly the reason why I'll still give a story that could be described as "OFC finds herself in Middle-Earth" a try. For those of you who are wincing, I dare you... I double dare you... to read the first few chapters and see if you don't find yourself as utterly wrapped up in the tale as I did.

It is rated R, for later chapters. (closer to PG-13 than NC-17, though.)

Go. Read. Enjoy!

Nine Walkers

Frodo, Climbing the Redhorn Pass

Somehow I imagined that mountains were much like hills -- just a bit taller -- but in three hours we’ve already climbed far higher than any hill the Shire has to offer. We’ve left the trees behind, except for twisted evergreens that lie nearly flat to hide from the endless wind.

Were Bilbo’s mountains this high? His path this narrow? The drop so steep? He talked about the bite of wind, and the breath of snow, but by the hearth in Bag End it sounded no worse than climbing to the top of the Great Smials with a toboggan at my heels.

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Nine Walkers

Frodo, Climbing the Redhorn Pass

Somehow I imagined that mountains were much like hills -- just a bit taller -- but in three hours we’ve already climbed far higher than any hill the Shire has to offer. We’ve left the trees behind, except for twisted evergreens that lie nearly flat to hide from the endless wind.

Were Bilbo’s mountains this high? His path this narrow? The drop so steep? He talked about the bite of wind, and the breath of snow, but by the hearth in Bag End it sounded no worse than climbing to the top of the Great Smials with a toboggan at my heels.

next in series

( links )