Author's note: Alrighty, I've had this idea brewing in my head since Christmas LAST year, and I thought that I'd just get it over and done with. To make it as accurate as possible, I checked the appendix in the back of my RotK book, and guess what I noticed: The fellowship left Rivendell on Christmas day! I thought that was so cool. It worked for my story perfectly. Mua ha ha. Yeah, I know it's a bit old now that the last movie has come out, but hey, everything has a beginning. Enjoy!
P.S.-- I own nothing. J.R.R. Tolkien owns the Lord of the Rings, and I don't know if anyone actually owns Christmas or Santa, but I'm exploiting them both either way.
Elf Shortage
By Jordy
The December chill was present in the air in Rivendell, even if it was still early in the month and snow had yet to fall. The Council of Elrond was held over a month ago, and the appointed members of the fellowship had been preparing for their epic journey ever since.
Legolas had volunteered himself to aid the hobbit Frodo in taking the One Ring to Mordor for a number of reasons. One, even he could feel that the time of the elves was waning, and he didn't want to leave this land that he loved so much in ruin. Two, he felt that he needed to redeem himself for the loss of the Gollum creature. Legolas had already sent word back to his father that he planned to be away for a while and was nigh on ready to disembark for this fate-deciding quest.
Legolas stood out on the balcony of his guest room, overlooking much of Rivendell. He couldn't feel the cold, being elvenkind and all, but he could see his breath cloud before him and dissipate into the air. He could also see the small courtyard where he had been training himself for weeks from his vantage point and saw that it was vacant. Deciding that there was no such thing as too much practice, he retreated back inside, snatched up his bow and quiver, and closed his bedroom door behind him.
He walked quietly-as all elves do-down the halls of Elrond's home. Everyone he passed asked no questions, as the elven prince with his weapons had become a common sight by now.
He stepped outside and could already see his much used target, still pecked and mottled from the last time he had used it. However it had since tilted a bit backward. Legolas put his bow and quiver down where he usually made his shots from and walked the length of the yard toward his target. It was quite a ways down, since he saw no point in effortless levels. He always tried to challenge himself. He knew that he had a bit of a reputation back home. Finally coming to stand in front of his target, he rested his hand on the top of it and gently propped it back forwards to stand upright again. He tapped it a couple times to make sure it would hold before turning back to his shooting point.
When he turned he saw someone else down at the other side of the range waiting for him. It was Elladan, one of Elrond's twin sons, home briefly from one of his orc hunting trips. Legolas smiled his greeting, knowing that it would be seen. When he came by Elladan's side, he finally spoke.
"I did not expect to see you," Legolas said quietly, not wanting to disturb the calm too greatly.
"My brother and I are home on a short reprieve," Elladan answered.
"Elrohir is here as well?" Legolas mentally reprimanded himself. Rarely were the twins apart, and even more scarcely for very long.
Elladan nodded. "I heard that something major is afoot and you plan to partake in it. Have you anything you want to tell me?" He gave Legolas one of those 'I already know everything' looks that Elrond seemed quite good at giving.
"I suppose I would have liked to tell you about this myself, but somebody beat me to it, it seems," Legolas said.
"Yes, my father did."
"For some reason I'm not surprised."
They were both silent a moment. In truth, the two had only met a few times previous. But they were good enough friends, most certainly not bitter rivals or anything.
"So have you improved with that bow of yours at all since last we met?" Elladan asked.
"A bit, I suppose," Legolas answered.
Elladan stood there expectantly. He raised an eyebrow as if to tell Legolas to prove it. Granted, he knew that the woodland elf was not one to lie for any reason, but he just loved acting this way toward him.
And Legolas acquiesced. He brought his bow up, ripped an arrow out of his quiver and took not a half second to aim before he let his projectile fly. The arrow hit the target dead center and knocked the poor thing over.
The two elves looked at it a while in mutual silence. "Impressive," Elladan complimented.
"Thank you," Legolas said. He began to walk back downrange to set his target back up, but Elladan touched his arm lightly. Legolas stopped and turned his head back toward the other elf. "Yes?"
"Elrohir and I were planning on-what shall we say-a little unauthorized border patrol today. Would you like to accompany us? I see that you definitely need something new to shoot at."
Legolas laughed lightly, as did Elladan. "Indeed I do," Legolas admitted. "I would enjoy that." He turned to face Elladan. "I'm going to take you up on that offer."
"I wouldn't have offered otherwise," the other said with another little laugh.
Within an hour Legolas, Elladan and Elrohir were walking toward the front gate of Rivendell. Elladan was regaling his brother with his tale of the poor, defenseless target that Legolas had brutally and mercilessly shot down.
"The thing was almost made of nothing, it was full of so many holes," Elladan was saying. "The wind passed right through it. I could have sworn I heard it begging our friend here for its dear life!" Legolas gave the twin a strange look which sent everyone into a laughing fit. "So I decided to save the thing and gave Legolas a reason to leave it alone."
"Stop speaking for it as if it had a voice," Legolas said through chuckles. "It was an inanimate object, anyway."
"This coming from the one that speaks to trees," Elrohir interjected.
To which everyone laughed again. By now they had all left the boundaries of Rivendell by setting foot outside the city proper. There were noticeably fewer bird calls, even this close to an elven settlement. Winter had without a doubt arrived.
The three had traveled a few miles outward and had encountered nothing. Apparently the defeat of the Nazgul had deterred more than a humble amount of orcs from coming too near the borders of Rivendell. After a couple hours of unconcerned wandering and encountering nothing more than small woodland creatures scurrying to stock up for the remaining days of winter, Legolas began to grow a bit disappointed.
"So much for improved target practice," he said to himself.
The twins heard this however. They both started scanning for something that would prove a challenge to an archer. And then Elrohir saw it.
A lone pinecone hung precariously from a bare branch, seen through a gap in the trees, probably about a hundred yards off. He pointed wordlessly to it. Elladan followed his finger and soon saw the pinecone as well. His eyes widened slightly. It seemed perfect. Identical smiles crept onto the twins' faces.
"Legolas," they both said in unison.
Legolas was already looking. Indeed it was as if something had presented this to him in response to his faintly dejected mood not two minutes ago to cheer him up. Either way-it worked.
"Can either of you make that shot?" he asked the twins, not taking his eyes off the pinecone. Before he knew it, a smirk had found a place upon his visage as well.
Elladan and Elrohir looked at each other for a second. Elladan crossed his arms and tilted his head to the side and thought a moment. Elrohir put a hand on his chin and thought.
"Maybe," Elladan replied.
"Perhaps," Elrohir answered. "But how about you? Are you able to make a shot like that?"
"A range like this is a bit larger than that courtyard I found you in," Elladan said. He knew instigation like this would get a stubborn prince to do almost anything.
"I could most definitely attempt it," Legolas said after brief contemplation. He brought his bow up and reached over his shoulder for an arrow. He brought them up to aim, taking his time. He'd hate to miss such a perfect shot like this-and in front of the twins! He took several deep breaths. Then he let the arrow fly.
The twins kept their eyes locked on that pinecone expectantly. Then a thought came into Elladan's head: they should have placed bets. That would have been great.
The instant seemed to last forever. The arrow flew between the branches of the trees framing the gap. The arrow neared the target. The arrow pierced the target. The stem of the pinecone snapped. There were two intakes of breath. The pinecone fell to the ground. The arrow soared on and fell from sight.
Legolas' face broke into a wide grin. He secretly had a hint of a doubt about that one. But the twins didn't need to know that.
"That was remarkable," Elrohir said, staring at the empty space.
"Indeed it was," Elladan agreed.
"Thank you," Legolas said, trying his best to remain humble right at that moment. "But now I must go retrieve my arrow. I only have so many of those, you know."
The twins nodded their assent and accompanied him to find his lost projectile. Suddenly Elrohir broke into a run and called back to the two remaining elves, "It's a race!"
"A race that I'm going to win!" Elladan shouted back. He turned back to Legolas and grabbed his sleeve, giving him a short tug. "Come on. Do you really want to be bested by Elrohir?"
"He got a head start!" Legolas argued, but taking off in a sprint anyway.
They caught up to Elrohir, but he had slowed down and stopped altogether. When they got to his standing point they realized why.
In a small clearing they had come across the strangest thing they'd ever seen. It was a large red thing, like a wagon almost, standing on two long flat horizontal runners attached to the bottom of its body. Tethered to the front of it was what looked like a hairier version of a deer, held by reins, like a horse and a cart. Small bells adorned the reins and the red contraption, making it look... jolly.
And the worst part was the fact that Legolas' wayward arrow was sticking out of the side of the red thing.
Thank the Valar that you didn't hit that mutated deer, Legolas thought.
"What in the name of the Valar...?" Elrohir murmured softly.
They all then heard a shuffling noise. They all bolted behind trees, since they couldn't hide in their thick leaves this time of year. All three of them watched the outlandish thingamajig to see what was making that noise.
Out came a small figure from behind the crimson hulk. It was crawling on its hands and knees as if it had ducked for cover-which was probably likely, given the position of that arrow.
"Prancer, are you okay?" the small figure cried in a soft, high voice. This small creature wore brightly colored fabrics, pointy shoes, and a hat to match. It rushed over to the hairy deer and began to stroke its neck, and was revealed as male, whatever it was, and began soothing the outwardly unconcerned beast.
"What is that?" Legolas whispered.
"It can't possibly be a dwarf," Elladan said.
"A hobbit, maybe?" Elrohir ventured.
"Hobbits barely leave their homes," Legolas said, remembering what he had heard from Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin.
"Then how have we come to have four of them in Rivendell?" Elladan retorted.
"A just question," Elrohir backed.
"Who's there?" the small being shrieked. The elves fell silent immediately. "Show yourself!"
Legolas looked to Elladan. Elladan looked to Elrohir. Elrohir glared at Elladan. The twins looked at Legolas.
The elven prince sighed in resignation, knowing that since it was his arrow, it was most likey his fault that this poor thing-whatever he was-had been so traumatized. He stepped out from behind the tree and put his hands in the air to make himself a bit more disarming. The little man's eyes widened and it looked like he had to choke back a scream.
"I meant no harm," Legolas said in his gentlest voice.
"Put down your weapons if you mean no harm," the little thing snapped.
Legolas knew he had a point in this, so he unslung his bow and quiver and tossed them aside, out of reach. He knew if he ran into trouble, Elladan and Elrohir would come to his aid.
The two stared at each other in awkward silence for a few tense moments. Even if he was immortal, Legolas couldn't keep this up forever. "If I may ask," he began, "who are you, and what are you doing traveling in weather such as this?"
The little being held its head up. "I'm Bran, and I've been assigned a mission of the utmost importance, and I can't go home until I've seen it completed!"
Legolas blinked. He was sure Elladan and Elrohir were doing the same right now. "What kind of mission?" Legolas couldn't refrain himself.
"I'm one of Santa's little helpers, and I was told to go out and recruit new helpers. See, the ones back home went on strike, and Christmas is coming up real soon and we're on a tight schedule, and everyone's nerves are getting ripped to shreds and-"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Legolas interrupted. Santa? Christmas? Strike?
"Well, what don'tcha understand?" Bran demanded.
Legolas thought. "Who's Santa and why does he need little helpers?"
Bran stared at him in disbelief. "You don't know who Santa is?" Legolas stared blankly. "Santa is the big guy who delivers presents to all the good children every year on December 25th. As an elf, I'm obligated to be his assistant in making toys for all the little boys and girls-"
"You're an elf?" Legolas interrupted incredulously. Elladan and Elrohir stepped out from behind the trees to see for themselves. When Bran turned to look at the newcomers, Legolas could see that the little fellow did indeed have pointed ears. But did the ears really make the elf?
"What'd you think I was?" Bran said with an uneasy laugh.
Legolas, Elladan and Elrohir were quiet a moment.
"A hobbit," Elrohir said uncertainly.
Bran gave him a funny look. "Why would you think that?" He didn't know what a hobbit was, but he didn't much care. He had a mission to accomplish right now.
"Because we're elves," Legolas interjected. "I've never seen one of my kind that looks like you before." He looked to the twins for confirmation. He received agreements.
Bran's eyes widened once again. "Wow! You guys are elves? You're a lot bigger than he said you'd be!"
Legolas narrowed his eyes. He wasn't sure he liked where this was going. He looked again to the twins, and backed up to stand with them.
"No, don't go!" Bran pleaded. "Please, I need your help. Think of the children!"
"I'm already involved with something," Legolas said, glad that it was a valid alibi.
"Us too," said the twins, even if it wasn't.
"No!" Bran seemed half crazed by now. He moved again to the hairy deer, and released it from its reins. "Go Prancer! Don't let them escape!"
Uh... Hopefully I'll get this finished by Christmas. Depending on if anybody likes it or not. I'd like some input. And if you haven't figured it out yet, (I really hope you did-if not then I fear for you) the red thing and the defective deer were a sleigh and reindeer. Just so you know. Please don't take it as an insult to intelligence.
Please review!
P.S.-- I own nothing. J.R.R. Tolkien owns the Lord of the Rings, and I don't know if anyone actually owns Christmas or Santa, but I'm exploiting them both either way.
Elf Shortage
By Jordy
The December chill was present in the air in Rivendell, even if it was still early in the month and snow had yet to fall. The Council of Elrond was held over a month ago, and the appointed members of the fellowship had been preparing for their epic journey ever since.
Legolas had volunteered himself to aid the hobbit Frodo in taking the One Ring to Mordor for a number of reasons. One, even he could feel that the time of the elves was waning, and he didn't want to leave this land that he loved so much in ruin. Two, he felt that he needed to redeem himself for the loss of the Gollum creature. Legolas had already sent word back to his father that he planned to be away for a while and was nigh on ready to disembark for this fate-deciding quest.
Legolas stood out on the balcony of his guest room, overlooking much of Rivendell. He couldn't feel the cold, being elvenkind and all, but he could see his breath cloud before him and dissipate into the air. He could also see the small courtyard where he had been training himself for weeks from his vantage point and saw that it was vacant. Deciding that there was no such thing as too much practice, he retreated back inside, snatched up his bow and quiver, and closed his bedroom door behind him.
He walked quietly-as all elves do-down the halls of Elrond's home. Everyone he passed asked no questions, as the elven prince with his weapons had become a common sight by now.
He stepped outside and could already see his much used target, still pecked and mottled from the last time he had used it. However it had since tilted a bit backward. Legolas put his bow and quiver down where he usually made his shots from and walked the length of the yard toward his target. It was quite a ways down, since he saw no point in effortless levels. He always tried to challenge himself. He knew that he had a bit of a reputation back home. Finally coming to stand in front of his target, he rested his hand on the top of it and gently propped it back forwards to stand upright again. He tapped it a couple times to make sure it would hold before turning back to his shooting point.
When he turned he saw someone else down at the other side of the range waiting for him. It was Elladan, one of Elrond's twin sons, home briefly from one of his orc hunting trips. Legolas smiled his greeting, knowing that it would be seen. When he came by Elladan's side, he finally spoke.
"I did not expect to see you," Legolas said quietly, not wanting to disturb the calm too greatly.
"My brother and I are home on a short reprieve," Elladan answered.
"Elrohir is here as well?" Legolas mentally reprimanded himself. Rarely were the twins apart, and even more scarcely for very long.
Elladan nodded. "I heard that something major is afoot and you plan to partake in it. Have you anything you want to tell me?" He gave Legolas one of those 'I already know everything' looks that Elrond seemed quite good at giving.
"I suppose I would have liked to tell you about this myself, but somebody beat me to it, it seems," Legolas said.
"Yes, my father did."
"For some reason I'm not surprised."
They were both silent a moment. In truth, the two had only met a few times previous. But they were good enough friends, most certainly not bitter rivals or anything.
"So have you improved with that bow of yours at all since last we met?" Elladan asked.
"A bit, I suppose," Legolas answered.
Elladan stood there expectantly. He raised an eyebrow as if to tell Legolas to prove it. Granted, he knew that the woodland elf was not one to lie for any reason, but he just loved acting this way toward him.
And Legolas acquiesced. He brought his bow up, ripped an arrow out of his quiver and took not a half second to aim before he let his projectile fly. The arrow hit the target dead center and knocked the poor thing over.
The two elves looked at it a while in mutual silence. "Impressive," Elladan complimented.
"Thank you," Legolas said. He began to walk back downrange to set his target back up, but Elladan touched his arm lightly. Legolas stopped and turned his head back toward the other elf. "Yes?"
"Elrohir and I were planning on-what shall we say-a little unauthorized border patrol today. Would you like to accompany us? I see that you definitely need something new to shoot at."
Legolas laughed lightly, as did Elladan. "Indeed I do," Legolas admitted. "I would enjoy that." He turned to face Elladan. "I'm going to take you up on that offer."
"I wouldn't have offered otherwise," the other said with another little laugh.
Within an hour Legolas, Elladan and Elrohir were walking toward the front gate of Rivendell. Elladan was regaling his brother with his tale of the poor, defenseless target that Legolas had brutally and mercilessly shot down.
"The thing was almost made of nothing, it was full of so many holes," Elladan was saying. "The wind passed right through it. I could have sworn I heard it begging our friend here for its dear life!" Legolas gave the twin a strange look which sent everyone into a laughing fit. "So I decided to save the thing and gave Legolas a reason to leave it alone."
"Stop speaking for it as if it had a voice," Legolas said through chuckles. "It was an inanimate object, anyway."
"This coming from the one that speaks to trees," Elrohir interjected.
To which everyone laughed again. By now they had all left the boundaries of Rivendell by setting foot outside the city proper. There were noticeably fewer bird calls, even this close to an elven settlement. Winter had without a doubt arrived.
The three had traveled a few miles outward and had encountered nothing. Apparently the defeat of the Nazgul had deterred more than a humble amount of orcs from coming too near the borders of Rivendell. After a couple hours of unconcerned wandering and encountering nothing more than small woodland creatures scurrying to stock up for the remaining days of winter, Legolas began to grow a bit disappointed.
"So much for improved target practice," he said to himself.
The twins heard this however. They both started scanning for something that would prove a challenge to an archer. And then Elrohir saw it.
A lone pinecone hung precariously from a bare branch, seen through a gap in the trees, probably about a hundred yards off. He pointed wordlessly to it. Elladan followed his finger and soon saw the pinecone as well. His eyes widened slightly. It seemed perfect. Identical smiles crept onto the twins' faces.
"Legolas," they both said in unison.
Legolas was already looking. Indeed it was as if something had presented this to him in response to his faintly dejected mood not two minutes ago to cheer him up. Either way-it worked.
"Can either of you make that shot?" he asked the twins, not taking his eyes off the pinecone. Before he knew it, a smirk had found a place upon his visage as well.
Elladan and Elrohir looked at each other for a second. Elladan crossed his arms and tilted his head to the side and thought a moment. Elrohir put a hand on his chin and thought.
"Maybe," Elladan replied.
"Perhaps," Elrohir answered. "But how about you? Are you able to make a shot like that?"
"A range like this is a bit larger than that courtyard I found you in," Elladan said. He knew instigation like this would get a stubborn prince to do almost anything.
"I could most definitely attempt it," Legolas said after brief contemplation. He brought his bow up and reached over his shoulder for an arrow. He brought them up to aim, taking his time. He'd hate to miss such a perfect shot like this-and in front of the twins! He took several deep breaths. Then he let the arrow fly.
The twins kept their eyes locked on that pinecone expectantly. Then a thought came into Elladan's head: they should have placed bets. That would have been great.
The instant seemed to last forever. The arrow flew between the branches of the trees framing the gap. The arrow neared the target. The arrow pierced the target. The stem of the pinecone snapped. There were two intakes of breath. The pinecone fell to the ground. The arrow soared on and fell from sight.
Legolas' face broke into a wide grin. He secretly had a hint of a doubt about that one. But the twins didn't need to know that.
"That was remarkable," Elrohir said, staring at the empty space.
"Indeed it was," Elladan agreed.
"Thank you," Legolas said, trying his best to remain humble right at that moment. "But now I must go retrieve my arrow. I only have so many of those, you know."
The twins nodded their assent and accompanied him to find his lost projectile. Suddenly Elrohir broke into a run and called back to the two remaining elves, "It's a race!"
"A race that I'm going to win!" Elladan shouted back. He turned back to Legolas and grabbed his sleeve, giving him a short tug. "Come on. Do you really want to be bested by Elrohir?"
"He got a head start!" Legolas argued, but taking off in a sprint anyway.
They caught up to Elrohir, but he had slowed down and stopped altogether. When they got to his standing point they realized why.
In a small clearing they had come across the strangest thing they'd ever seen. It was a large red thing, like a wagon almost, standing on two long flat horizontal runners attached to the bottom of its body. Tethered to the front of it was what looked like a hairier version of a deer, held by reins, like a horse and a cart. Small bells adorned the reins and the red contraption, making it look... jolly.
And the worst part was the fact that Legolas' wayward arrow was sticking out of the side of the red thing.
Thank the Valar that you didn't hit that mutated deer, Legolas thought.
"What in the name of the Valar...?" Elrohir murmured softly.
They all then heard a shuffling noise. They all bolted behind trees, since they couldn't hide in their thick leaves this time of year. All three of them watched the outlandish thingamajig to see what was making that noise.
Out came a small figure from behind the crimson hulk. It was crawling on its hands and knees as if it had ducked for cover-which was probably likely, given the position of that arrow.
"Prancer, are you okay?" the small figure cried in a soft, high voice. This small creature wore brightly colored fabrics, pointy shoes, and a hat to match. It rushed over to the hairy deer and began to stroke its neck, and was revealed as male, whatever it was, and began soothing the outwardly unconcerned beast.
"What is that?" Legolas whispered.
"It can't possibly be a dwarf," Elladan said.
"A hobbit, maybe?" Elrohir ventured.
"Hobbits barely leave their homes," Legolas said, remembering what he had heard from Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin.
"Then how have we come to have four of them in Rivendell?" Elladan retorted.
"A just question," Elrohir backed.
"Who's there?" the small being shrieked. The elves fell silent immediately. "Show yourself!"
Legolas looked to Elladan. Elladan looked to Elrohir. Elrohir glared at Elladan. The twins looked at Legolas.
The elven prince sighed in resignation, knowing that since it was his arrow, it was most likey his fault that this poor thing-whatever he was-had been so traumatized. He stepped out from behind the tree and put his hands in the air to make himself a bit more disarming. The little man's eyes widened and it looked like he had to choke back a scream.
"I meant no harm," Legolas said in his gentlest voice.
"Put down your weapons if you mean no harm," the little thing snapped.
Legolas knew he had a point in this, so he unslung his bow and quiver and tossed them aside, out of reach. He knew if he ran into trouble, Elladan and Elrohir would come to his aid.
The two stared at each other in awkward silence for a few tense moments. Even if he was immortal, Legolas couldn't keep this up forever. "If I may ask," he began, "who are you, and what are you doing traveling in weather such as this?"
The little being held its head up. "I'm Bran, and I've been assigned a mission of the utmost importance, and I can't go home until I've seen it completed!"
Legolas blinked. He was sure Elladan and Elrohir were doing the same right now. "What kind of mission?" Legolas couldn't refrain himself.
"I'm one of Santa's little helpers, and I was told to go out and recruit new helpers. See, the ones back home went on strike, and Christmas is coming up real soon and we're on a tight schedule, and everyone's nerves are getting ripped to shreds and-"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Legolas interrupted. Santa? Christmas? Strike?
"Well, what don'tcha understand?" Bran demanded.
Legolas thought. "Who's Santa and why does he need little helpers?"
Bran stared at him in disbelief. "You don't know who Santa is?" Legolas stared blankly. "Santa is the big guy who delivers presents to all the good children every year on December 25th. As an elf, I'm obligated to be his assistant in making toys for all the little boys and girls-"
"You're an elf?" Legolas interrupted incredulously. Elladan and Elrohir stepped out from behind the trees to see for themselves. When Bran turned to look at the newcomers, Legolas could see that the little fellow did indeed have pointed ears. But did the ears really make the elf?
"What'd you think I was?" Bran said with an uneasy laugh.
Legolas, Elladan and Elrohir were quiet a moment.
"A hobbit," Elrohir said uncertainly.
Bran gave him a funny look. "Why would you think that?" He didn't know what a hobbit was, but he didn't much care. He had a mission to accomplish right now.
"Because we're elves," Legolas interjected. "I've never seen one of my kind that looks like you before." He looked to the twins for confirmation. He received agreements.
Bran's eyes widened once again. "Wow! You guys are elves? You're a lot bigger than he said you'd be!"
Legolas narrowed his eyes. He wasn't sure he liked where this was going. He looked again to the twins, and backed up to stand with them.
"No, don't go!" Bran pleaded. "Please, I need your help. Think of the children!"
"I'm already involved with something," Legolas said, glad that it was a valid alibi.
"Us too," said the twins, even if it wasn't.
"No!" Bran seemed half crazed by now. He moved again to the hairy deer, and released it from its reins. "Go Prancer! Don't let them escape!"
Uh... Hopefully I'll get this finished by Christmas. Depending on if anybody likes it or not. I'd like some input. And if you haven't figured it out yet, (I really hope you did-if not then I fear for you) the red thing and the defective deer were a sleigh and reindeer. Just so you know. Please don't take it as an insult to intelligence.
Please review!