Welcome to my LOTRO FanFiction landing page. The current storyline follows my Elf Caethir on a journey from Evendim to Rivendell. Other characters of mine join and leave his quest through it, but little does he know that it’s those friends he hasn’t met again for a while, that are really guiding him.
This landing page is in reverse chronological order so if you’re new here, please start from the bottom and work up or go to the Episodes grid, here.
I hope you enjoy my foray into LOTRO FanFiction writing!
Jan/Feb 2021: I know it’s been a year since my last episode. Life, trying to write “useful” posts, health, house move and goodness knows what else, stalled it. But in 2021 I will be reviving my fiction writing in Middle-Earth.
Fresh from a revelation his missing daughter may well be Caethir’s friend, Faeladar attempts to pull together for the attempt to leave Bree. Meanwhile, Hanawen sizes up the Elf, not sure whether to distrust him, be jealous of him or be envious of her sister.
← Previous: Not So Much to Do Having spent so much time together that day, Barliman had tried to offer back the coin for their food but had been flatly refused. While he tried to do good by folk, he was grateful, but conflicted, when he had been told to keep hold of it. They […]
Lore Note: As it has been a while since I released a LOTRO FanFiction episode, I just wanted to remind you that this chapter follows Bree Worryingly Subdued which takes place two days after the attack of the Nazgûl on the Prancing Pony. ____ Eerie Behind, Eerie Ahead Making their way down what should have […]
What was she even doing here? Was this just another fruitless endeavor or was there tangible merit in it? She sighed and pulled Athearyn((Name made up of athea, meaning “helpful” and ryn, meaning “chaser” or “hound of the chase” – See the Sindarin reference I use)), her hound, close. The water rippled gently down the […]
Lore Note: This episode takes place two mornings after the attack of the Nazgul on the Prancing Pony as they search for the Hobbits.___Dawn broke with an apparent sluggishness and an unwillingness to yet again banish the darkness. The mist over the Barrow Downs was clearing but the howls and cries of the night still […]
