A/N: Hey all! I did it. I wrote a fic. So now I get to say all the fun
stuff that only authors do. Like: I don't own Tolkien's characters. Only
Maxxy is mine. I could very well take this into RotK. What do you think?
And Please R & R!!
Prologue
The Fellowship had just left Rivendell and was bedding down for the night after their first day of travel. Frodo was sitting to the side thinking about his new role as "Ring bearer." Looking up he noticed that aside from Gandalf and Aragorn everyone was sitting apart from everyone else. "For a fellowship we aren't very friendly toward each other," he thought to himself. Suddenly the bushes behind him rustled. He jumped up and drew Sting. "Not orcs," he thought, glancing at the blade. The rest of the company had seen his actions and soon joined him at the edge of camp. "What is it?" asked Pippin. "I'm not sure," he replied. Suddenly a small, brown animal stumbled into the camp. "Wait," cried Sam, "lower your weapons." Sam walked closer to the animal. It's shuffled away from him and showed it's teeth but did not flee, "It's only a dog and she's hurt." "How do you know it's a girl?" asked Pippin. Sam looked at him and cocked an eyebrow, "I just know." Turning back to the dog he held out his hand to her, "Sa sa sa, Hey girl, No one's going to hurt you. It's ok." The animal gazed at him then, sensing he wasn't going to do her harm; she came up to him and accepted his petting. The rest of the fellowship, having seen there was no danger went back to what they were doing before their little visitor had arrived. Aragorn knelt down and looked at her leg. "These aren't very deep but they look like they may be infected," he said, "I'll make something to clean them out with." At the sound of his deep voice the dog turned to him. Looking to see what she was doing he turned his head and was meet with a wet tongue. Frodo chuckled from his bedroll, "it seems she knows who's going to help her." Aragorn laughed too wiping the slobber from his face. The dog soon grew tired of Sam's soft pats and walked over to where Frodo was sitting. Not moving He watched her come up to him and stick her nose out to come as close to his face as possible with out touching it, sniffing loudly in his hair. Her whiskers tickled him and he soon burst out laughing. Sam came over and sat across from him and was soon laughing at the small creatures antics. "She seems quite taken with you Mr. Frodo. What should we call her?" "I don't know Sam, but it should be something regal she is a part of the Fellowship now." "How about. Maxine. Maxxy for short." "Maxine, I like it. What do you think," he asked the dog in question. She perked her ears and barked. "I think she likes it too," said Sam. "Alright, Maxine it is then."
At that moment Aragorn returned with the herbs and began cleaning out her cuts. When he finished he wrapped them in linen and gave the dog a soft pat. "Does the dog have a name yet Frodo?" "Yes, Aragorn son of Arathorn, meet Lady Maxine of the Fellowship," he answered giving a deep bow. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you Malady," the ranger said also bowing. Maxxy sat and looked at him with a critical eye before bopping him on the head and playfully tapping his shoulder with her paw. After wrestling with her for a few moments, he left, giving Frodo the chance to let Maxine meet the rest of her traveling companions. Everyone but Legolas seemed happy to have the animal along for the trip. Several of them ruffled her ears and introduced themselves to "Lady" Maxine. Taking to the group right away Maxxy soon became Gandalf's stress reliever and everyone's favorite hunting companion.
Prologue
The Fellowship had just left Rivendell and was bedding down for the night after their first day of travel. Frodo was sitting to the side thinking about his new role as "Ring bearer." Looking up he noticed that aside from Gandalf and Aragorn everyone was sitting apart from everyone else. "For a fellowship we aren't very friendly toward each other," he thought to himself. Suddenly the bushes behind him rustled. He jumped up and drew Sting. "Not orcs," he thought, glancing at the blade. The rest of the company had seen his actions and soon joined him at the edge of camp. "What is it?" asked Pippin. "I'm not sure," he replied. Suddenly a small, brown animal stumbled into the camp. "Wait," cried Sam, "lower your weapons." Sam walked closer to the animal. It's shuffled away from him and showed it's teeth but did not flee, "It's only a dog and she's hurt." "How do you know it's a girl?" asked Pippin. Sam looked at him and cocked an eyebrow, "I just know." Turning back to the dog he held out his hand to her, "Sa sa sa, Hey girl, No one's going to hurt you. It's ok." The animal gazed at him then, sensing he wasn't going to do her harm; she came up to him and accepted his petting. The rest of the fellowship, having seen there was no danger went back to what they were doing before their little visitor had arrived. Aragorn knelt down and looked at her leg. "These aren't very deep but they look like they may be infected," he said, "I'll make something to clean them out with." At the sound of his deep voice the dog turned to him. Looking to see what she was doing he turned his head and was meet with a wet tongue. Frodo chuckled from his bedroll, "it seems she knows who's going to help her." Aragorn laughed too wiping the slobber from his face. The dog soon grew tired of Sam's soft pats and walked over to where Frodo was sitting. Not moving He watched her come up to him and stick her nose out to come as close to his face as possible with out touching it, sniffing loudly in his hair. Her whiskers tickled him and he soon burst out laughing. Sam came over and sat across from him and was soon laughing at the small creatures antics. "She seems quite taken with you Mr. Frodo. What should we call her?" "I don't know Sam, but it should be something regal she is a part of the Fellowship now." "How about. Maxine. Maxxy for short." "Maxine, I like it. What do you think," he asked the dog in question. She perked her ears and barked. "I think she likes it too," said Sam. "Alright, Maxine it is then."
At that moment Aragorn returned with the herbs and began cleaning out her cuts. When he finished he wrapped them in linen and gave the dog a soft pat. "Does the dog have a name yet Frodo?" "Yes, Aragorn son of Arathorn, meet Lady Maxine of the Fellowship," he answered giving a deep bow. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you Malady," the ranger said also bowing. Maxxy sat and looked at him with a critical eye before bopping him on the head and playfully tapping his shoulder with her paw. After wrestling with her for a few moments, he left, giving Frodo the chance to let Maxine meet the rest of her traveling companions. Everyone but Legolas seemed happy to have the animal along for the trip. Several of them ruffled her ears and introduced themselves to "Lady" Maxine. Taking to the group right away Maxxy soon became Gandalf's stress reliever and everyone's favorite hunting companion.