** Disclaimer I did not write LOTR nor own it in any was all characters are
based on Tolkens but chickenized so please don't sue me (you won't get
much)**
Author's note: This is my very first Fan Fiction. I got my idea from a friend (her FF penname is CELA) read her stuff it is great I owe this story to her. Read and Review (don't be too harsh) I might do more with all characters as chickens just an idea Well ENJOY.........
Galadken: (speaking partly in Poltrish[Chicken Speak]) Cluck cluck clu ka ka The coop is changed. Clu Clu Clic ka I taste it in the water. Clu Clu Clak Clo I taste it in the corn. Bok ka clu ka. I smell it in the poop.
Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it. It began with the forging of the Great Corn Niblets. Three were given to the Pololves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all chickens. Seven to the Dwarf-kens, great Guardians and craftsmen of the coop walls. And nine, nine Niblets were gifted to the race of Hen, who above all else desired Corn. For within these Niblets was bound the strength and the will to feed each breed. But they were all of them deceived, for another Niblet was made. High on the perch of Mordor, in the Oils of a KFC bucket, the Red Chicken- SauronChicken forged a master Niblet, and into this Niblet he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all food. One Niblet to rule them all. One by one, the free lands of Middle-coop fell to the power of the Niblet, but there were some who resisted. A last alliance of Hens and Pololves marched against the armies of KFC, and on the very slopes of Mount Fry, they fought for the freedom of Middle-Coop. Victory was near, but the power of the Niblets could not be undone. It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Isildur hen, baby chick of the King Hen , took up his father's Corn throne. Sauron, enemy of the free peoples of Middle-coop, was defeated. The Niblet passed to Isildur hen, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever, but the hearts of Hens are easily corrupted. And the Niblet of power has a will of its own. It betrayed Isildur hen, to his death (by frying... damn that was some good chicken.....sorry got side tracked). And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became chicken myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the Niblet passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, it ensnared another bearer. It came to the creature Golhen, who took it deep into the tunnels of the Misty Coop(left side of the coop). And there it consumed him(no it did not eat him he wasn't fried ) . The Niblet gave to Golhen unnatural long life (in other words it saved his ass from the fryer a few times). For five hundred years it poisoned his mind, and in the gloom of Golhen's cave, it waited. Darkness crept back into the far side of the coop. Rumor grew of a shadow in the East(where all chickens ate), whispers of a nameless fear, and the Niblet of Power perceived its time had come. It abandoned Golhen, but then something happened that the Niblet did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely chicken breed imaginable: a hobhen, Bilbo Chickenstalk, of the Shire. For the time will soon come when hobhens will shape the fortunes of all. ** This is the real legend and story of LOTR..............Fine screw you guys you win I made it up :( ** Remember read and review!!!!
Author's note: This is my very first Fan Fiction. I got my idea from a friend (her FF penname is CELA) read her stuff it is great I owe this story to her. Read and Review (don't be too harsh) I might do more with all characters as chickens just an idea Well ENJOY.........
Galadken: (speaking partly in Poltrish[Chicken Speak]) Cluck cluck clu ka ka The coop is changed. Clu Clu Clic ka I taste it in the water. Clu Clu Clak Clo I taste it in the corn. Bok ka clu ka. I smell it in the poop.
Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it. It began with the forging of the Great Corn Niblets. Three were given to the Pololves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all chickens. Seven to the Dwarf-kens, great Guardians and craftsmen of the coop walls. And nine, nine Niblets were gifted to the race of Hen, who above all else desired Corn. For within these Niblets was bound the strength and the will to feed each breed. But they were all of them deceived, for another Niblet was made. High on the perch of Mordor, in the Oils of a KFC bucket, the Red Chicken- SauronChicken forged a master Niblet, and into this Niblet he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all food. One Niblet to rule them all. One by one, the free lands of Middle-coop fell to the power of the Niblet, but there were some who resisted. A last alliance of Hens and Pololves marched against the armies of KFC, and on the very slopes of Mount Fry, they fought for the freedom of Middle-Coop. Victory was near, but the power of the Niblets could not be undone. It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Isildur hen, baby chick of the King Hen , took up his father's Corn throne. Sauron, enemy of the free peoples of Middle-coop, was defeated. The Niblet passed to Isildur hen, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever, but the hearts of Hens are easily corrupted. And the Niblet of power has a will of its own. It betrayed Isildur hen, to his death (by frying... damn that was some good chicken.....sorry got side tracked). And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became chicken myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the Niblet passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, it ensnared another bearer. It came to the creature Golhen, who took it deep into the tunnels of the Misty Coop(left side of the coop). And there it consumed him(no it did not eat him he wasn't fried ) . The Niblet gave to Golhen unnatural long life (in other words it saved his ass from the fryer a few times). For five hundred years it poisoned his mind, and in the gloom of Golhen's cave, it waited. Darkness crept back into the far side of the coop. Rumor grew of a shadow in the East(where all chickens ate), whispers of a nameless fear, and the Niblet of Power perceived its time had come. It abandoned Golhen, but then something happened that the Niblet did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely chicken breed imaginable: a hobhen, Bilbo Chickenstalk, of the Shire. For the time will soon come when hobhens will shape the fortunes of all. ** This is the real legend and story of LOTR..............Fine screw you guys you win I made it up :( ** Remember read and review!!!!