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By Alycia Laperruque Once upon a time, in the Third age of Middle Earth, there was great conflict between the Uruk-Hai and the Elves. The Uruk-hai were cruel, ruthless, and uncaring creatures, while the Elves were gentle and centered their lives around kindness.
One of the Elves named Lindil, was sent on a spy trip to search for Uruk- Hai around the borders of Rivendell. When Lindil was about 1 ½ hours from Rivendell, darkness fell rapidly. Suddenly he tripped, hit his head on the hard ground and remembered nothing more.
He awoke to the feeling of someone being inside his head and smashing it with a hammer. Though it caused him great pain he glanced to his left and spotted and Uruk-Hai wearing a pink apron, who, strangely enough, seemed to be taking muffins out of an oven. "Oh good, you're awake," she said, flashing Lindil a sunny smile. "My name's Irma. Care to have a muffin?"
He blinked a couple times because of this strange sight, and the answered with a tentative "Okay." After his muffin, Irma and Lindil became instant friends and spent the time Lindil needed to recover playing Monopoly and eating muffins.
When Lindil felt better, he decided he had better head home before his parents got really worried. He left Irma's white cottage saying "Good-bye Irma. I'll miss you" with a sniff. He walked home thinking he would never see Irma again.
Later that month the situation with the Elves and Uruk-Hai had become severe. Any Uruk-Hai found were immediately taken the Elven dungeons and executed. One warm afternoon, Irma was picking daisies near the dense woods by her house when she was ambushed by a group of Elves from Rivendell.
She was gagged, blindfolded and dragged away. When Irma was in the dungeons she was terrified at the prospect of dying. Who wouldn't be? As she was tied to a post, Irma reminisced about her life and the "Bake muffins for under appreciated hobbits group" that she would no longer be a part of. Poor Merry would really miss the muffins she donated.
She, of course, was an anonymous donor, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. While these, and other strange thoughts were going through Irma's mind, her executioner stepped into the room. He mounted an arrow on his bow and pulled the string taught. Irma closed her eyes because she did not wish to see an arrow speeding towards her. She stood still, and waited.
Just as the Elf was about to release the arrow, Lindil quickly rushed in to the room. "No! Wait!" he cried, gasping for breath. Irma opened her eyes at the sound of Lindil's voice. "This Uruk-Hai's my friend! Irma gave me muffins and she played Monopoly with me when I was hurt." All the other Elves blinked in surprise because of the sudden outburst. "Who's Irma? What are you talking about?" everyone asked.
"When I fell down and hit my head, Irma helped me" Lindil explained. "Are you insane? Uruk-Hai are dangerous creatures" the executioner stated incredulously. "Irma isn't dangerous, I promise." Lindil was pleading now. The Elves looked at him sternly, "If you're lying, you're placing all of our lives in danger."
"I know that. Irma is not dangerous" The Elves finally let Irma go and grudgingly apologized. Lindil sped into Irma's arms and gave her a tight squeeze. "I'm so glad they let you go" he whispered in her ear. "Me too" Irma whispered back. "Thank you Lindil. You're a wonderful friend."
By Alycia Laperruque Once upon a time, in the Third age of Middle Earth, there was great conflict between the Uruk-Hai and the Elves. The Uruk-hai were cruel, ruthless, and uncaring creatures, while the Elves were gentle and centered their lives around kindness.
One of the Elves named Lindil, was sent on a spy trip to search for Uruk- Hai around the borders of Rivendell. When Lindil was about 1 ½ hours from Rivendell, darkness fell rapidly. Suddenly he tripped, hit his head on the hard ground and remembered nothing more.
He awoke to the feeling of someone being inside his head and smashing it with a hammer. Though it caused him great pain he glanced to his left and spotted and Uruk-Hai wearing a pink apron, who, strangely enough, seemed to be taking muffins out of an oven. "Oh good, you're awake," she said, flashing Lindil a sunny smile. "My name's Irma. Care to have a muffin?"
He blinked a couple times because of this strange sight, and the answered with a tentative "Okay." After his muffin, Irma and Lindil became instant friends and spent the time Lindil needed to recover playing Monopoly and eating muffins.
When Lindil felt better, he decided he had better head home before his parents got really worried. He left Irma's white cottage saying "Good-bye Irma. I'll miss you" with a sniff. He walked home thinking he would never see Irma again.
Later that month the situation with the Elves and Uruk-Hai had become severe. Any Uruk-Hai found were immediately taken the Elven dungeons and executed. One warm afternoon, Irma was picking daisies near the dense woods by her house when she was ambushed by a group of Elves from Rivendell.
She was gagged, blindfolded and dragged away. When Irma was in the dungeons she was terrified at the prospect of dying. Who wouldn't be? As she was tied to a post, Irma reminisced about her life and the "Bake muffins for under appreciated hobbits group" that she would no longer be a part of. Poor Merry would really miss the muffins she donated.
She, of course, was an anonymous donor, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. While these, and other strange thoughts were going through Irma's mind, her executioner stepped into the room. He mounted an arrow on his bow and pulled the string taught. Irma closed her eyes because she did not wish to see an arrow speeding towards her. She stood still, and waited.
Just as the Elf was about to release the arrow, Lindil quickly rushed in to the room. "No! Wait!" he cried, gasping for breath. Irma opened her eyes at the sound of Lindil's voice. "This Uruk-Hai's my friend! Irma gave me muffins and she played Monopoly with me when I was hurt." All the other Elves blinked in surprise because of the sudden outburst. "Who's Irma? What are you talking about?" everyone asked.
"When I fell down and hit my head, Irma helped me" Lindil explained. "Are you insane? Uruk-Hai are dangerous creatures" the executioner stated incredulously. "Irma isn't dangerous, I promise." Lindil was pleading now. The Elves looked at him sternly, "If you're lying, you're placing all of our lives in danger."
"I know that. Irma is not dangerous" The Elves finally let Irma go and grudgingly apologized. Lindil sped into Irma's arms and gave her a tight squeeze. "I'm so glad they let you go" he whispered in her ear. "Me too" Irma whispered back. "Thank you Lindil. You're a wonderful friend."