My next story, which I wrote several months ago now, is a piece of Creative Writing that I had to do as some school work. However, I only had 45 minutes to write it in, so unfortunately it ends quite quickly (and it looks longer on paper). I have based the story on a mixture of Bilbo's Party, Tom Bombadil, and place names from The Shire. The name 'Lavangaron' is my real name in Sindarin, and I would like to thank
@Finrod_Amandil for helping translate it because my translation was "a bit very make-shifty."
Lavangaron's Party
By Smaug. R. R. Juice. (@SmaugJuice)
Bang! The fireworks exploded over the lake as they were reflected into the moon lit water. Everyone was amazed with them as they are every year at Lavangaron's birthday party, but they get bigger and better each time.
O! Lavangaron was a merry fellow; he would sing and dance whenever he had the time on any occasion in his bright yellow jacket and green shirt. He would always have a large grin on his face with red cheeks and big eyes.
Even Lavangaron's house was always tidy, and bright, just like himself. The house had a very large cellar for keeping the best beer in the county of Stock, which was brewed by the local tavern named “The Silver Birch.”
But, anyway, back to the party. This year, there was 144 guests and several of them were not invited, but Lavangaron didn't mind because “the more the merrier,” he would always say. There were five large tents this year, for his birthday party, and two of them were to store the food! A whole section of the tent was used for keeping the large blocks of extra mature cheese.
By the time of Lavangaron's speech, everybody was stuffed full with food that probably none of them listened to it. After the speech, the party had ended and everybody rambled back to their warm and comforting home to have a long, well deserved rest.
The End.