This is Shirasade’s multi-fandom fanfiction archive, combining my different fanfiction archives under one roof for easy access for mature people with open minds. Here is something for everyone - hundreds of stories by talented writers in several great fandoms. So pull up a chair, get comfortable and start reading! :)

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It was snowing outside, lovely big flakes that covered the ground like a fluffy white blanket. Pippin pressed his nose against the window of Bag End’s coziest living room, where he was lazing about after a nice big meal with Frodo and Merry. Occasionally they could hear Bilbo muttering in his study, the sound mingling with the crackling of the fire Merry had lit before burying his nose in a book on herblore. A sudden knock on the door made the three start, and Frodo got up with a small groan, knowing that nothing short of an earthquake would get Bilbo to leave his writing be. When he returned, he had Sam in tow, dripping on the carpet as the snow he was covered in began to melt. Pippin went to the kitchen, and the four of them settled down for a mid-afternoon snack as the snow kept falling softly.