A little help on deciding what to write, please?

I have a few ideas that I've worked on, and I just want to know what to work on first. So I'll post a little snippet of each, and then you can tell me what you think I should work on.

Idea One - Soul Of The Fire

What was left of the setting sun lay nestled in the red mountains, it’s dying face shedding the last light of the day on Linwë‘s face. She looked up as it sank below the mountains, and a tear followed its descent, falling to the ground as the last of the sun fell away. She turned from the grave, still crying.

“Linwë, Linwë Telemnar! Are you okay?” It was Huor Cúthalion, the son of the dragon keeper. He was easily the last person she wanted to see.

Idea Two - Untitled

The bay was as silent as it was cold. The only sound was the frigid waves’ smack of frustration as they tried to climb the cliffs. Occasionally the call of a lonesome kittiwake would echo across the water.

Jacob sighed. The responsibility of caring for everyone was getting to him. It was just too boring to deal with the mundane problems of every child’s life. He wished something would happen, something exciting. Something that would free him from his boring life.

Not that his life was ordinary, though. It was far from it. Leading two hundred children when he was just a child himself wasn’t exactly something everyone faced in their lifetimes. It was hard work, and Jacob knew it.

Jacob turned as the bushes behind him rustled. He knew someone was there, but who it was, he wasn’t sure. He stood up, ready for anything.

A girl, barely a week younger than he was, stepped out of the bushes. “Jeez Maria! Don’t sneak up on me like that,” Jacob yelled. Maria giggled, and they sat down at the edge of the cliffs together, legs swinging.

Idea Three - The Library

Chapter 2

It was amazing. A high, almost endless ceiling with four large support beams running up the walls all the way to a point at the top, where they connected. A large, crystal chandelier hung from the point where they met. As Kate looked closer, she saw actual candles in the places where the light bulbs went on modern chandeliers.

But that wasn’t even half as good as what filled the walls, and what surrounded the four chairs facing the merrily crackling fireplace. Books. Books of every shape, size, and binding material imaginable. Kate thought that she had seen the most books she ever would at the little corner library back at home, but this, this was ten times as many books, at the very least.

The books in the walls sat on heavily varnished maple shelves, each one having the kind of books held burned into the front. Doubly thick boards wedged between them at uniform distances supported these shelves. Ladders that could reach even the highest books covered several of the bookshelves. Kate pushed one experimentally to find it slid with fluid-like ease.

The second floor was a balcony that went the entire way around, with even more bookshelves along its length. Twin flights of elegant mahogany stairs connected the two floors, one staircase at each end of the room.

The floors were beautiful foursquare parquet wood tiles, each one sanded and refinished several times over. On the first floor, they stopped five feet from the fireplace to give way to a raised hearth of creek stones, each one rubbed smooth with age and countless feet pacing over them.

“Wow, Miz Taylor, wow!” That was all Kate could manage. Miz Taylor smiled softly.

“Please, Kate, call me Winnie. I’m an old lady, I can deal with a little bit of attachment,” Miz Taylor said with that small smile that she seemed so eager to share.

“Okay, but is it okay to call you Aunt Win, it’s a lot easier to call you that somehow,” Kate said with an attempt at that small smile that she was growing to like a little better. The result was a lopsided grimace worthy of a clown.

“Whatever you must, dear, please, will you sit down?” They walked over to the fireplace, Aunt Win’s heels ringing on the bright, clean floor.

So, what do you think? I know it's a small amount to go with, but it's all I've written in months pretty much...