Dragon in the Dishwater, Ch 13
~damn you, jrr tolkien.~ he cursed mentally. he glanced to his companion, who had curled up on the pillow placed atop the bookcase. "so... i guess it's pretty rare for two people that know about dragons to meet?"
Fair Fortune
We're not some fictional figments of some tolkien lover. anyways, as i was saying, once upon a time i would give you money to pick up some food and you'd go out drinking instead." greg paused and frowned. "yeah," he said. "i would."
Silent, Lifting Mind
Tolstoy was in the kitchen; tolkien in the bedroom. darwin on the left side of the tv, danté on the right. romantic fantasy was in the study, while robert frost had an entire shelf to himself behind the couch.
Razgriz: The Legend
With a dash of political intrigue and a more convoluted plot than lost (not likely), i guarantee this won't be your typical tolkien fantasy. stick along with the ride if your interested, i should be uploading more by the end of january /12.
Shadow
It's tolkien fan-fiction. it's not furry at all. but i wasn't sure what to do with it. i was talking with a friend about lord of the rings and got the idea behind this, and had to write it out. it's only 3500 words.
The Stranger. Chapter 2.
A small coffee table sat in between the two armchairs and on the left side of the room, two book cases filled with everything from j.r tolkien to terry pratchett occupied the entire wall.
Angel O'Death.
I was born to a wolf father in the tolkien district. his name was joseph [redacted]. my mother was sarah [redacted], a wolf/husky hybrid. back in [redacted], where i'm from, everyone was involved with unchainable.
The Dragon Librarian of Winter Hallows
"is--is tolkien your favorite author, then?" he prompted, eager to return to previous topics. gawking, blair tilted her head at him.
The Porcelain Mask
He was too young anyway, he seemed more to me like the type that read tolkien, or watched interview with the vampire, just to pick out the stereotypes the director used. to him, the makeup, fancy clothes, and bad poetry were fun, not life.
Golden Age: part 4: Cyrus
Why we had a blacksmith was beyond me, that was for tolkien quarter. maybe it was just that part of town. the only way i could tell which hemisphere was which was by the huge city on one side.
Love of my Second World Life Chapter 4
tolkien, and ray bradbury and several of the artists in sofurry and the old yiffstar. chapter 4 the next morning there was a knock at my door.
Genetisis - Chapter 4
Last year for halloween i’d been an uruk-hai, indulging in the beautifully weird looks i got from people when i had to explain fuckin’ tolkien to them.