From the moment I entered the city something felt off… The smell was so bad that it would singe the hairs in my nose; The buildings...

We were gliding down the river in our boats when I saw pale eyes peep from within the forest, there seemed to be a dim grey head...

The deeper we got in to the cave, the more I though about my uncle, Bilbo. The Ring had also been making weird sounds, as if it was...

“Yaaaaawn.” I woke up at 7:00 am to the sound of dishes clattering in the kitchen. The stairs whined underneath my feet as I crept down...

My name is Gandalf The Great and this is my opinion of the Shire. I have only been to Hobbiton but it gives me a good understanding of...