Beginning- A small secluded town called the Shire. First scene in Frodo's room. Small window on the east side of the house, filters the sunlight that streams through on sunny days. The walls are lined with various paintings of faraway landscapes and scenes of hero's battling various assortments of creatures. Ancient swords sit apon a rack above the bed. The house is set within a hill, while the surounding neighborhood is done the same. There is a garden surounding the entire house, a picket fence out front. There is a single winding road that traverses the rolling hills, leading whomever may travel apon it throughout the town. Our town is having a party for my uncle’s birthday. Lights are stretched from house to house, and the clearing by the big oak is set with a stage.
Middle- The Elf controlled city of Rivendale sits besides a roaring falls. Idyllic houses line a fine brick layed path. Plant growth is everywhere, specially cared for by its inhabitants. Along the creek, hundreds of yards of sandy shore with deciduous trees impose the ideal thought of wilderness, or at least as close as possible in a park. At a point in time in this creek stand two statues of the abstract kind, looking like royalty watching the water that passes off the end of a waterfall. Any direction out of this park will bring you into one of three cities and the land fill. Two of the cities are a little bigger than the Shire. One sits apon a great mesa, looking over the great plains that suround it.
End- The land fill is a wasteland of nothingness, save for the pit and the two tall towers and a mountian of trash. Within that mountian lies a vat of the most repulsive of substances, ever bubbling from the intense heat of the sun trapped within the trash pile.
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