Not A Chapter
This is just an update for all the collectors of this fanfic.
This story is NOT dropped, we recently found out that my aunt has liver cancer, I'm currently unemployed, and with Christmas around the corner, everything around me is constantly busy.
Before all of this happened, I had written about half of the second chapter but hadn't finished it yet.
I know you probably hear this from all other authors and are tired of being let down but please have patience.
I love this story that I created, I'm also curious about where the story will take our MC.
But I will tease you and say that the next chapter will reveal something about the MC that will probably make some of you love him and some of you hate him based on his views of the world of Middle-Earth. :D
I honestly don't give a shit about numbers as long as people enjoy my writing but I was blasted away at nearly reaching 500 collections from one chapter... like HOLY SHIT.
But like I stated previously, life comes first, writing comes second.
This novel WILL receive an update, and even after that update, there may be looooooooong pauses between chapters but this novel will never be Dropped.
Thank you for reading and I pray for your understanding.
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Gracefully stepping down some steps, Evandor comes to see Gimli, Son of Gloin, stuffing his face with food.
Laughing heartily at the scene, he interrupts the dwarf, "I apologize, you reminded me of Bombur"
Gimli's face lit up like a Christmas tree, "How do you know him?"
Evandor takes a seat as a female elf pours him some wine, "Bombur, a dwarf that fought alongside your father and less than a dozen others to reclaim Erebor from Smaug... even in Aman, there are many great stories of the stoic, crafty, and valiant dwarves"
"But in this story, Bombur was my favorite, the fat dwarf that barely ever spoke a word yet despite his weight, he was the fastest runner, and often used his belly like a weapon"
The loud, hearty laughter of Gimli sounded throughout Rivendell, "HAHAHA! YES! Bombur is a marvelous man... though, he's gained so much weight that it takes several dwarves to move him", after saying this, he laughs before chugging some ale.
Laughing alongside him, they continue their merry banter for several minutes before Legolas takes a seat next to him, "Greetings, Prince Evandor"
The word 'Prince' causes the dwarf to choke on his ale.
Evandor nods in respect to the woodland prince, "Prince Legolas of the Woodland Realm, a pleasure to make your acquaintance"
Looking at his two companions, he can't help but smile, "This is how it should be, Elves and Dwarves fighting against a common enemy"
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It's small but just a little taste of what I've written so far.