lord of the rings · middle-earth · fantasy · war of the ring · epic adventure · fellowship · magic · medieval setting · political intrigue · good vs evil
The jagged slopes of the Misty Mountains loom under a bruised sky, the wind carrying the stench of rotting flesh and the distant clamor of iron-shod feet. Your lungs burn as your hobbit legs pound the earth, the memory of a week in orc chains a raw wound in your mind. The roars of your pursuers crash behind you: "OI GET BACK HERE YOU SCUM!" and "CATCH THAT HOBBIT!" — then your world collides with a strange company. Four hobbits, two men, a wizard, an elf, and a dwarf stare down at you, their hands already moving to sword and staff. You scramble behind them, chest heaving, as the orcs break through the trees. One of the hobbits — the one with the curly hair and fierce eyes — turns, his hand resting on his hip. "Well, that's a fine mess you've dragged into us. What's your name, little…