BOOROMIR
writer note: Anyone who's watched Animaniacs should enjoy this fic. Anyone who hasn't seen the show should enjoy it too! For those who don't know, Chicken Boo ((aka Booromir in this fic)) is a giant cartoon chicken. I loved his cartoons! Hope you like!
***
The Fellowship of the Ring stood before the counsel of Elrond. "Here stand the nine who form the
Fellowship of the Ring" Elrond announced, dramatically.
"Lord Elrond, may I say something," interrupted Aragorn. Elrond cringed, how could someone interrupted his best line???!!!
"What is it, Estel?"
"There are only eight of us here. We're missing number nine! I fear evil is aloof." Aragorn brandished his sword ready to attack nothing.
"Oh blast" Elrond cursed under his breath. "Where is Booromir?"
"And stay out, you lousy, feathered Gondorian!" everyone heard a shout from a nearby hall. Arwen ran out kicking a tall feathery man with dangling brown hair.
"What did this man try to do to you, my little elfcake" Aragorn said, holding up his sword to the stranger and pushing Arwen behind him. No one really knew why he was trying to protect her when it was obvious she was kicking the tar out of the stranger.
"He was clucking at me!" Arwen accused.
"Bwak?" the stranger said innocently in his native tongue, which translated: "Who, me?"
Apparently, Aragorn could understand "Bwakish" and went to attack the stranger.
Elrond smacked his forehead, and hurried to stop him. "You idiot, almost-son-in-law! This is the ninth member of the fellowship. Booromir, son of Featherdor of Gondor!"
"Oh, sorry" Aragorn said, putting his sword back.
Meanwhile, Pippin had been curiously circling Booromir. He stared at the long feathers protruding out of Booromir's *ahem* back end. Pippin's eyes grew as wide as saucers and he blurted out, pointing to Booromir, "HE'S A GIANT CHICKEN!!!"
"Bwak, bwak, be gock!" Booromir clucked out. ((Translation: I am not a chicken! I am a valiant Steward of Gondor!))
"Master Peregrin, stop calling Booromir a chicken" Elrond replied, regally. "Now get out of here before the next age begins!" He pushed all them out of the courtyard locked the gate.
***
"I don't like the looks of that new fellow Booromir, Mr. Frodo" Sam whispered to Frodo as they walked along.
"Why not, Sam?"
"Every once and a while, I catch him pecking the ground. He stares at you queerly with those giant, narrow eyes. He also makes me hungry for a good piece of barbecued chicken."
Pippin came up behind them. "That's because he is a chicken! Giant one, I may add."
"Will you stop it with those crazy accusations" Merry told him.
"I say the moment we run low on food," Pippin continued, ignoring Merry and eyeing Booromir hungrily. "He'll be the first to be eaten."
Frodo broke in now. "Pippin, you sound mad! We will not eat anyone. I think you're appetite is getting the best of you."
"Whatever you say, but I'll keep my eating utensils close in hand" Pippin replied.
"Too late for that, Pip." Merry raised Pippin's right hand to reveal a spork taped to his hand.
The valiant Company traveled up the mountain of Caradhas. It was very tiring so they stopped to rest. As they rested the hobbits played a game of 'roll down the hill'! On the last game, Frodo and Pippin were racing down the hill. Everyone was cheering. Frodo won. When he got up, he noticed something was gone!
"Where's my pretty little evil token of joy???!!!"
"There it is!" Sam exclaimed, pointing wildly.
No one had really noticed Booromir as the games were being played. He'd walked down the hill pecking the snow. Aragorn gasped. "Beware of yellow snow!" But, it was too late. Booromir had pecked the yellow snow, but something was dangling in his beak when he looked up. It was The Ring!
"Bwak Bwak Be-bwak. Be-gwak" Booromir clucked in a strange tone. ((Translation: Such a small wondrous thing. I think I'll eat it.)) With that, he swallowed The Ring.
Legolas rolled his eyes. "Typical chicken."
"You idiot!" Aragorn made a mad dash towards Booromir and tackled him. He started choking him. "Up chuck that Ring or I'll slice you into chicken fingers!" When Booromir wouldn't do it, Aragorn pulled out his sword.
"Wait!" Frodo shouted. "Cutting him open isn't going to help matters." Booromir nodded in agreement.
Gandalf stepped in. "We could either cut him open or wait for it to naturally come out. Let the Ringbearer decide."
Frodo looked at Booromir who was watching him innocently with those big, chicken eyes. "We'll have to wait for it to naturally come out."
Everyone groaned. They knew what that meant. Twenty minutes later, a fairly large pile of you-know-what lay in the snow. Aragorn stood. "Who will volunteer to search it?"
writer note: Anyone who's watched Animaniacs should enjoy this fic. Anyone who hasn't seen the show should enjoy it too! For those who don't know, Chicken Boo ((aka Booromir in this fic)) is a giant cartoon chicken. I loved his cartoons! Hope you like!
***
The Fellowship of the Ring stood before the counsel of Elrond. "Here stand the nine who form the
Fellowship of the Ring" Elrond announced, dramatically.
"Lord Elrond, may I say something," interrupted Aragorn. Elrond cringed, how could someone interrupted his best line???!!!
"What is it, Estel?"
"There are only eight of us here. We're missing number nine! I fear evil is aloof." Aragorn brandished his sword ready to attack nothing.
"Oh blast" Elrond cursed under his breath. "Where is Booromir?"
"And stay out, you lousy, feathered Gondorian!" everyone heard a shout from a nearby hall. Arwen ran out kicking a tall feathery man with dangling brown hair.
"What did this man try to do to you, my little elfcake" Aragorn said, holding up his sword to the stranger and pushing Arwen behind him. No one really knew why he was trying to protect her when it was obvious she was kicking the tar out of the stranger.
"He was clucking at me!" Arwen accused.
"Bwak?" the stranger said innocently in his native tongue, which translated: "Who, me?"
Apparently, Aragorn could understand "Bwakish" and went to attack the stranger.
Elrond smacked his forehead, and hurried to stop him. "You idiot, almost-son-in-law! This is the ninth member of the fellowship. Booromir, son of Featherdor of Gondor!"
"Oh, sorry" Aragorn said, putting his sword back.
Meanwhile, Pippin had been curiously circling Booromir. He stared at the long feathers protruding out of Booromir's *ahem* back end. Pippin's eyes grew as wide as saucers and he blurted out, pointing to Booromir, "HE'S A GIANT CHICKEN!!!"
"Bwak, bwak, be gock!" Booromir clucked out. ((Translation: I am not a chicken! I am a valiant Steward of Gondor!))
"Master Peregrin, stop calling Booromir a chicken" Elrond replied, regally. "Now get out of here before the next age begins!" He pushed all them out of the courtyard locked the gate.
***
"I don't like the looks of that new fellow Booromir, Mr. Frodo" Sam whispered to Frodo as they walked along.
"Why not, Sam?"
"Every once and a while, I catch him pecking the ground. He stares at you queerly with those giant, narrow eyes. He also makes me hungry for a good piece of barbecued chicken."
Pippin came up behind them. "That's because he is a chicken! Giant one, I may add."
"Will you stop it with those crazy accusations" Merry told him.
"I say the moment we run low on food," Pippin continued, ignoring Merry and eyeing Booromir hungrily. "He'll be the first to be eaten."
Frodo broke in now. "Pippin, you sound mad! We will not eat anyone. I think you're appetite is getting the best of you."
"Whatever you say, but I'll keep my eating utensils close in hand" Pippin replied.
"Too late for that, Pip." Merry raised Pippin's right hand to reveal a spork taped to his hand.
The valiant Company traveled up the mountain of Caradhas. It was very tiring so they stopped to rest. As they rested the hobbits played a game of 'roll down the hill'! On the last game, Frodo and Pippin were racing down the hill. Everyone was cheering. Frodo won. When he got up, he noticed something was gone!
"Where's my pretty little evil token of joy???!!!"
"There it is!" Sam exclaimed, pointing wildly.
No one had really noticed Booromir as the games were being played. He'd walked down the hill pecking the snow. Aragorn gasped. "Beware of yellow snow!" But, it was too late. Booromir had pecked the yellow snow, but something was dangling in his beak when he looked up. It was The Ring!
"Bwak Bwak Be-bwak. Be-gwak" Booromir clucked in a strange tone. ((Translation: Such a small wondrous thing. I think I'll eat it.)) With that, he swallowed The Ring.
Legolas rolled his eyes. "Typical chicken."
"You idiot!" Aragorn made a mad dash towards Booromir and tackled him. He started choking him. "Up chuck that Ring or I'll slice you into chicken fingers!" When Booromir wouldn't do it, Aragorn pulled out his sword.
"Wait!" Frodo shouted. "Cutting him open isn't going to help matters." Booromir nodded in agreement.
Gandalf stepped in. "We could either cut him open or wait for it to naturally come out. Let the Ringbearer decide."
Frodo looked at Booromir who was watching him innocently with those big, chicken eyes. "We'll have to wait for it to naturally come out."
Everyone groaned. They knew what that meant. Twenty minutes later, a fairly large pile of you-know-what lay in the snow. Aragorn stood. "Who will volunteer to search it?"