For those of us who are not poets, I proudly present the never-ENTing story! Ok, ok, its never-ending... Please humor me. (Seriously, though, if you do like a good rhyme, please do check out the Neverending Poetry Story)
The basic idea is to thread together a cohesive story where each of us tells the next portion in our post.
Simple example starting with a quote from The Hobbit:
Post 1: In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means...
Post 2: it smells of old pipeweed and stale ale from last night's party in which a group of loud, boisterous uninvited dwarves showed up and ate all the cake. But they very next day...
Post 3: at this stage the next person would fill in the next part of the story and so on.
No rules other than The Plaza rules.
I'm starting it in Fangorn (cause that's where we are), but please feel free to have the story migrate elsewhere in Middle-earth and please feel free to be very silly! (In fact, the sillier the better.)
In his house at Wellinghall, Treebeard awoke with the sun and felt rather content. All was as it should be in Fangorn; nothing much was happening and only the squirrels were scurrying from tree to tree with their usual haste, chittering all the way.
But as he looked upon the rippling and gurgling waters of the Entwash, he saw the most unexpected thing floating there in the water...