Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings and/or O Brother, Where Art Thou?
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story,
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
* The Odyssey
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows
The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes.
`What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight?'
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gruesome and deadly Orcs mounted on dark horses with burning red eyes looming about a long weary chain gang of elves and men. Hammers pound, broken bits of rock fly off into different directions. These former soldiers are now reduced to lifting heavy sledgehammers and crushing rocks on the side of the road.
A somber field of dried roots and grass lie not far from the wretched chain gang. Rustling among the former plants could be heard then three shadowy figures pop up, run a few paces, then return to their desiccated shelter. Minutes later they stand up farther from where they ducked, run again, and submerge.
Thick and stringy cobwebs hanging on a tree move to the side to reveal the three figures watching a undersized boy pulling a horse across a yard of a small, rundown house. The boy takes the proud, golden steed to the other side of the house. A chicken runs from the horse near to the figures. One of the figures reaches for the bird, but it hops away. They all began to walk slowly towards the chicken, but it runs away. Chains clanking, feet shuffling, the three prisoners scurry about the yard chasing after the chicken. After many attempts the chicken is caught, and the prisoners scuttle away with their prize in hand.
The trio lies around a dying fire gnawing on the remnants of the pitiable chicken when one of the prisoners hears the distant shout of Orcs.
Dried grass crunch underfoot as they flee their campsite. Coming upon a road they see a wagon going at high speeds. They pick up their chains and start to run after the wagon. The tall, dark haired one jumps on board, stands up, and sees four dismal dwarves sitting upon the supplies.
" Say are any of you dwarves smithies," he said panting. The small, dark haired one climbs aboard pulling in some of the chains while the blond one is still running outside of the wagon.
" Or if not smithies per say are any of you trained in the metallurgic arts, but then decided to pursue a life of aimless wandering," said the tall, dark haired one completely oblivious to his partners. The blond one suddenly trips and lets out a small scream. The small one lands on his stomach and falls out of the wagon, then the tall one slides off too.
The trio rolls down the side of the road in a mesh of chains. Upon stopping they immediately stand up. The wagon zooms away and they stare at it as it goes.
" Can I count on you people?" said the tall one.
" Well sorry, Aragorn," said the small one. The wagon is now a far away speck. Aragorn stares at it for a while.
" We will take off through that forest- " Aragorn began.
" Now wait a minute," interrupted the blond one, "Who elected you leader of this outfit?"
" Legolas, I figure it should be the one with the capacity of abstract thought. But if that ain't the consensus view, we'll vote," replied Aragorn.
" Suits me," Legolas sharply replied.
" I'm voting for yours truly," he said tugging at the chains and pointing to himself. Aragorn yanks the chain even harder.
" Well I'm voting for yours truly, too!" Aragorn said. Both turn and glare at Frodo. He looks at them both innocently.
" Okay. I'm with you two," Frodo replied. In the distance the Orcs and horses draw near. Suddenly a steady clip-clop of horses sounds near the trio. They turn and look down the road. An elf on a horse leading two other horses was on the road. The three run up to him.
" Mind if we join you?" Aragorn said.
" Join me, my son. Join me," replied the elf. They mounted the other horses.
" Ya work for the dwarves, sir?" asked Frodo.
" I work for no one," said the elf with his eyes still transfixed on the road.
" What's your name?"
" My name is Elrond," said the elf.
" Well that's an interesting name. To what region is it from? I once knew-" started Aragorn.
" You seek to destroy the ring so you can find a great fortune. You will find a fortune though it will not be the fortune you seek. But first. First you must travel a long and difficult road. A road beset with peril. Umm hmm. You shall see things wonderful to tell. You shall see a cow on the roof of a cotton barn. And oh so many obstacles. I cannot tell you how long this road shall be, but fear not these obstacles in your path. The road may wind and your hearts grow weary still should you follow this road to your salvation." Elrond said. The clip-clop of the horses was the only sound in the growing evening.
Chapter 2 coming soon.
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story,
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
* The Odyssey
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows
The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes.
`What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight?'
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gruesome and deadly Orcs mounted on dark horses with burning red eyes looming about a long weary chain gang of elves and men. Hammers pound, broken bits of rock fly off into different directions. These former soldiers are now reduced to lifting heavy sledgehammers and crushing rocks on the side of the road.
A somber field of dried roots and grass lie not far from the wretched chain gang. Rustling among the former plants could be heard then three shadowy figures pop up, run a few paces, then return to their desiccated shelter. Minutes later they stand up farther from where they ducked, run again, and submerge.
Thick and stringy cobwebs hanging on a tree move to the side to reveal the three figures watching a undersized boy pulling a horse across a yard of a small, rundown house. The boy takes the proud, golden steed to the other side of the house. A chicken runs from the horse near to the figures. One of the figures reaches for the bird, but it hops away. They all began to walk slowly towards the chicken, but it runs away. Chains clanking, feet shuffling, the three prisoners scurry about the yard chasing after the chicken. After many attempts the chicken is caught, and the prisoners scuttle away with their prize in hand.
The trio lies around a dying fire gnawing on the remnants of the pitiable chicken when one of the prisoners hears the distant shout of Orcs.
Dried grass crunch underfoot as they flee their campsite. Coming upon a road they see a wagon going at high speeds. They pick up their chains and start to run after the wagon. The tall, dark haired one jumps on board, stands up, and sees four dismal dwarves sitting upon the supplies.
" Say are any of you dwarves smithies," he said panting. The small, dark haired one climbs aboard pulling in some of the chains while the blond one is still running outside of the wagon.
" Or if not smithies per say are any of you trained in the metallurgic arts, but then decided to pursue a life of aimless wandering," said the tall, dark haired one completely oblivious to his partners. The blond one suddenly trips and lets out a small scream. The small one lands on his stomach and falls out of the wagon, then the tall one slides off too.
The trio rolls down the side of the road in a mesh of chains. Upon stopping they immediately stand up. The wagon zooms away and they stare at it as it goes.
" Can I count on you people?" said the tall one.
" Well sorry, Aragorn," said the small one. The wagon is now a far away speck. Aragorn stares at it for a while.
" We will take off through that forest- " Aragorn began.
" Now wait a minute," interrupted the blond one, "Who elected you leader of this outfit?"
" Legolas, I figure it should be the one with the capacity of abstract thought. But if that ain't the consensus view, we'll vote," replied Aragorn.
" Suits me," Legolas sharply replied.
" I'm voting for yours truly," he said tugging at the chains and pointing to himself. Aragorn yanks the chain even harder.
" Well I'm voting for yours truly, too!" Aragorn said. Both turn and glare at Frodo. He looks at them both innocently.
" Okay. I'm with you two," Frodo replied. In the distance the Orcs and horses draw near. Suddenly a steady clip-clop of horses sounds near the trio. They turn and look down the road. An elf on a horse leading two other horses was on the road. The three run up to him.
" Mind if we join you?" Aragorn said.
" Join me, my son. Join me," replied the elf. They mounted the other horses.
" Ya work for the dwarves, sir?" asked Frodo.
" I work for no one," said the elf with his eyes still transfixed on the road.
" What's your name?"
" My name is Elrond," said the elf.
" Well that's an interesting name. To what region is it from? I once knew-" started Aragorn.
" You seek to destroy the ring so you can find a great fortune. You will find a fortune though it will not be the fortune you seek. But first. First you must travel a long and difficult road. A road beset with peril. Umm hmm. You shall see things wonderful to tell. You shall see a cow on the roof of a cotton barn. And oh so many obstacles. I cannot tell you how long this road shall be, but fear not these obstacles in your path. The road may wind and your hearts grow weary still should you follow this road to your salvation." Elrond said. The clip-clop of the horses was the only sound in the growing evening.
Chapter 2 coming soon.