The party tree is hung with streamers and strands of tiny lanterns, giving the area beneath its wide branches a warm, magical glow.
Tables have been set out and covered in white, homespun cotton cloths, and only the best dishes and silverware have been laid.
Read MoreThe nominations have been cast. The seconds have been seconded. And thirded… and fourthed… and some even eighteenthed!!! Shhhh, that’s not a word, but it’s still what happened.
And SEVENTY-EIGHT Silver-Tongued characters have descended upon my home for the past week! Seventy-eight!
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“Good morning!” His greeting is noncomittal. A thing you say to passersby.
I pause. “Good morning, Bilbo.”
He frowns around his pipe. “Did Gandalf send you? I’m not in the mood for another adventure at present.”
“It’s that time of year again, Bilbo.”
At this, his eyes spark with interest. “September already?” He pulls out his pocketwatch and inspects it. “You are early,” he accuses.
Read MoreWhat?
No, I’m not talking about Christmas.
If I meant Christmas, I’d have said “most wonderful time of the year” not “glorious.”
Now that we have that cleared up…
September is drawing near. And that, of course, means the SILMARIL AWARDS are just around the corner. It’s only THE fantasy event of the year! That time of year when we celebrate our love for all things Tolkien, as well as all our other favorite characters in the fantasy genre.
Read MoreA young man stained with his father's sins. A sword of ancient power. A legend rises.
Read MoreKing Torrin fought a battle he couldn't win.
The sole survivor of a bloody war, his only choice now is to look for help in dark places.
Cyprian wants to change his ways--and Torrin is just what he needs to do it. Together with a ragtag bunch of allies, they'll piece Elyndia back together.
Maybe, if they're lucky, they'll mend their own souls too.
