Introduction
You kind of know the story already so we'll give a very short intro:
Pauron makes twenty Wings, gives nine to Kings of men, seven to the Frawds and three to the Shelves but keeps one for himself (isn't that greedy?). He uses his one against them all (they'll never be fooled by sleek feathers again) and a big bad war takes place between Pauron and the evil forces of Hordor (namely Horks) and 'The Last Alliance' of Shelves and men. Lots of Shelves and men die. Bob (son of Yellendil) cuts the One Wing off Pauron's hand and wins the war (hooray!). Smellrond, a Lord of Shelves from Elrondville, takes Bob to Mount Moody and tells him to throw the Wing into the Sack of Gloom where it will be forever disheartened and unable to control anyone. Bob refuses. Bob was robbed of the One Wing by some very careless Horks who lost it in the struggle to overpower the men five years later. It fell into a river, where it waited and waited to be found….
"Table, has it caught anything yet?" asked Bagel.
"Not one bite yet… WAIT!" Table's fishing rod suddenly jerked with the bite of a fish. This rocked the whole rowing boat. "It's a bite!" he exclaimed.
"Well pull it in then!" said Bagel excitedly.
"Yes, yes!" Table cheered. The fish gave an almighty jerk, pulling Table right over the edge of the boat and into the murky water below.
"Table! Table!" Bagel yelled. But Table could not hear him; the enormous fish was pulling him away. He knew he could not hold on to the rod much longer, so he let go (not much for challenges these river folk, you see). He made to swim up to the surface but just then he saw a sparkling object at the bottom of the pool. He swam down and picked it up.
Table swam to the bank and hauled himself up onto it. Out of breath he stared down at the object he had just picked up – it was a shining golden wing, which looked like it was from a chicken.
"Table! I was worried about you." Bagel suddenly saw what Table was examining in his grubby hand and asked sharply, "What's that, my love?" slowly snaking his arm around Table's shoulder.
"Nothing," said Table trying to hide it.
"Let me see it!" Bagel demanded.
"No, don't want to!" Table retorted.
"Give it to me!"
"Why should I?"
"Because I wants it and it's my birthday!"
"It's mine, my own, not yours."
"Greedy, Table, let me see, let me see now!"
"NO!" Table shouted, yelling in pain as Bagel grasped his hand and twisted it at an awkward angle to try and snatch the wing. Grabbing Bagel's face, Table tried to force him off.
"Just one little peak!" begged Bagel.
"NO! NOT YOURS!"
"But I wants it, Table… I wants it for my birthday!" Bagel knocked the wing out of Table's hand and they both ran towards it… Table was closest but Bagel grabbed him round the neck, making him fall to the ground. Bagel's hands were closing round Table's neck, causing him to choke… Then Table's hands stopped clawing at Bagel's head and shoulders – he was dead.
Bagel clambered over Table's body and took hold of the Wing.
"It came to me, my own, my precious!" Then he left, still looking at the wing intensely, only turning back to mutter, "Thank you for the birthday present, brother!"
The Wing, which you should have figured out by now, was Pauron's One Wing that Bob lost, gave Bagel an unnaturally long life, corrupting him towards the power of evil. For five hundred years it poisoned his mind and he even forgot his own name. He became known as Hollom, a creature of darkness, and for five hundred years he stayed in up in his cave in the Foggy Hills.
Then, when the time came, the Wing escaped Hollom and flew away, leaving him on his own for the first time in five hundred years. Then something happened that the Wing did not predict. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable – a Moppet. Limbo Kaggins of the Hire.
A/N Short Chapter I know. Okay, this is an updates version of a story I wrote most of my friend put up ages ago. However she can't remember her username and can't take it down which is annoying. So anyway, this is shared writing between Darin and me – hope you like the rest .