TIG CXVII: GAME Thread:

[Huinesoron]

Originally Posted by B&R: Appendix

There came a day
When once more Gorlim crept that way,
Down the deserted weedy lane
At dusk of autumn sad with ran
And cold wind whining.

Originally Posted by FotR: The Council of Elrond

'We know not for certain,' answered Elrond sadly.

Originally Posted by FotR: A Journey in the Dark

At a gap in the circle a great dark wolf-shape could be seen halted, gazing at them.

Originally Posted by Hobbit: Flies and Spiders

It then became pitch-dark—not what you call
pitch-dark, but really pitch: so black that you really could see nothing.

Originally Posted by FotR: A Journey in the Dark

Pippin sat miserably by the door in the pitch dark; but he kept on turning round, fearing that some unknown thing would crawl up out of the well.

Originally Posted by RotK: The Houses of Healing

Men shall pitch my tents upon the field, and here I will await the welcome of the Lord of the City.

Originally Posted by FotR: A Journey in the Dark

At a gap in the circle a great dark wolf-shape could be seen halted, gazing at them.

Originally Posted by FotR: The Council of Elrond

'We know not for certain,' answered Elrond sadly.

Ghost