The Three Brothers
By: Aria Breuer
Disclaimers: I do not own The Lord of the Rings. J.R.R. Tolkien does. All other canon material belongs to their respected owners. All items dropped into Middle-earth belong to their respected owners and to me. I own the original characters, items that belong to me, the plot points that belong to me, etc.
Warning: Please go back and read Reader's Retribution first or you will get lost. Also, feel free to check out the series order on my profile for complete details. Thank you. :)
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Welcome to Book II in the Item Insertion Parody Anthology. :) And for those who read the first half of this fanfic before, welcome back and with an improvement in my writing skills. :) I know. It's been at least two or three years since I worked on this story, and I really didn't like that I deleted it the previous time and didn't back it up. So, now we're back here again. Where I stopped writing last time was when Frodo and Sam first meets Gollum and Mortar, and then I stopped for a reason that I don't remember.
Anyway, here we go again. And I'll do my best to keep this story interesting, as if it wasn't interesting enough. Here we go. :) This chapter was beta read by REMdream.
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Preface to Book Three
Heartbeat. Stop. Heartbeat. Remorse. Heartbeat.
That was what Clockwise felt as he flew through the forests of Amon Hen. His red feathered plumage would not stop retreating from his scarlet feathers. This was the last thing he wanted. He needed to find Frodo Baggins, the gentle-hobbit with a thick head of curly brown hair, a fair face, bright blue eyes, and a perky personality that even the scarlet macaw couldn't ignore. The greenery in the forest, with its prickly bushes and brushstrokes of green fir trees gave the atmosphere a certain…
ROAR!
No way. That was an Orc all right. Awful close to the stone ruins that were scattered about the place. No. His friends! The hobbits! Yes, there they were. Merry Brandybuck, with his brown hair and noble looks, and Pippin Took, with his golden hair and innocent eyes, throwing stones at the Orcs, menacing creatures whose shields and armor were dressed in a white painted hand. And there was Boromir, the noble Gondorian man, fighting for his friends' lives, protecting them.
Surely, Clockwise would protect them, too.
"CAW!" Clockwise croaked. "You'll not have them. THWACK!" He used one of his talons, aiming the bronze pendant with its silvery pearls, the pearls that Galadriel, Celeborn and Algar, the silvery furred cat, gave to him as a gift. He jumped in shock. The bronze pendant worked! The Orc was knocked out and a few were stunned by the blinding flash of golden light. "Yes!" He cried in triumph.
He did it. He really did it.
"This pendant is quite useful," Clockwise said, admiring the pendant.
Merry cried, amidst fighting the Orcs with his stones, "Clockwise, keep the—"
Too late. THWACK! Clockwise saw colors swirling around him. He was falling, falling and crashing down to the forest floor. His tongue was sticking out. Had he died? Surely, he died. But no, he was still alive and breathing… and being picked up by his talons, which were now sore from the hand-holding, by none other than an Orc. Clockwise poked his head up enough to see the scene. No! Merry and Pippin! They were caught! No! He had to save them.
And Boromir? He couldn't see the soldier. What was he doing? What was he doing? What was he…
o-o-o
Zirakzigil was a strong iron tower that rose to the top of the tallest mountain. It was here that the Tonkinese cat Hakim found himself at. Oh, how he remembered those days when Zirakzigil was at its prime, but that was centuries before this event. The snowstorm was dreadful, nearly plugging up his eardrums in the process. He was so cold, and yet he climbed.
Higher and higher he climbed up the mountain. He would reach the top yet… and he stopped, coming face to face with a grey robed wizard turned into a white robed wizard. Hakim's mouth gaped open. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. An angel? A Maiar? Wait. He was saying the same thing here, at least in this world.
But… he recognized this wizard more than anyone, even as he followed him down the mountain. He smiled. Well, it was time to get back to work, as he would put it. He would indeed do just that. Yes, he would. Nothing could stand in their way now. Nothing….
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When Teresa Nytch, a dirty-blonde haired girl with pale hazel-green eyes, first watched her mom buy Clockwise, it was the greatest feeling she'd ever known. She was so elated that the feeling refused to leave her side. She could hardly expect anything less than to get a parrot and name him Clockwise, for it was the clock was what drove his name.
She felt it was an important name for a parrot to have. It gave him strength, he could also tell by the clock what time it was, squawking as he did so. That helped Teresa out a lot… maybe not so much with her older sister Jessica, who could hardly stand the bird. Really, Teresa wasn't about to give up her bird. Not for anything.
She just didn't expect her bird and Jessica's cat to zoom towards The Lord of the Rings books and just disappear. And now they were gone, and remained gone for quite some time. Now that Teresa was in her mid-twenties, the whole prospect of keeping Erita's books, without giving them back was something she couldn't quite ignore. In the end, she gave Erita her books back. There was no need for them now. She had her own copies that spelled golden-brown dust everywhere.
Just what was going on with books these days? Was it a growing thread? All she knew was, by now, the adventures with the item-dropping into Middle-earth had only just begun to resurface. She was going to be caught up in it. She knew she was. It was just a matter of when.
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Thanks for reading. :) More chapters are coming.