Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings.
AN: Okay, I made this up when watching the movie. I take movies like Interview with the Vampire (popeyes chicken!) and some weird forgien caveman movie (christopher plummer, the big asprin and teanie beanies!) and make up some weird theme and I mute the movie and base the whole thing off of the theme/s. So yeah! Theres gonna be more. So review me!
Lord of the Wings: The Fowlship of the Wing
The world has changed. I feel it in meat. I taste it in the dip. I smell it in the sauce. Much that once was is now lost for none now live who remember the recipe. It began with the baking of the Great Wings.
Three were given to the Elves. Immortal, wisest and most famished of all beings. Seven were given to the Dwarves, great makers of sauce in their Mountain Halls. And nine, nine wings were gifted to the race of men, who above all desire food. For within these wings was cooked the flava and ability to feed all races. But they were all of them decieved.
In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Meat Lord Sauron baked in secret a Master Wing to control all others and onto this wing he poured his special sauce, made of his hunger and his will to eat all the food. One Wing to rule them all.
One by one, free lands of chicken loviong people fell to the power of the Wing. But there were some who resisted. A last alliance of men, chickens and elves marched against the armies of Mordor. On the slopes of Mount Doom they fought for the freedom of the chicken in Middle Earth.
Victory was near but the Wing of Power could not be uncooked. It was in this moment that Isildor, son of the Wing King, took up his father's sword. Sauron, enemy of the free chickens of Middle Earth was defeated. The Wing passed to Isildor who had this one chance to destroy bad recipes forever but the stomac s of men are easily hungered. And the Wing of Power has a will of it's own.
It betrayed Isildor, to his death. And some recipes that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend and legend became myth and for two and a half thousand years the One Wing passed out of all knowledge. Until when chance came, it hungered a new bearer.
The Wing hollowed out the stomach of the creature Gollum, who took it deep into the tunnels of the Saucy Mountians. For five hundred years the Wing famished him. Dark meat crept back into the chickens of the world. Rumor grew of rotting chickens in the west, whispers of the other other dark meat.
The Wing of Power percieved its time had now come. It abandoned Gollum but something happened then the Wing did not intend.
It was picked up by the most unlikely (and hungry) creature. A Hobbit. Bilbo Baggochickens of the Fryer. For the time would soon come when Hobbits would make the meals of all.
AN: Okay, I made this up when watching the movie. I take movies like Interview with the Vampire (popeyes chicken!) and some weird forgien caveman movie (christopher plummer, the big asprin and teanie beanies!) and make up some weird theme and I mute the movie and base the whole thing off of the theme/s. So yeah! Theres gonna be more. So review me!
Lord of the Wings: The Fowlship of the Wing
The world has changed. I feel it in meat. I taste it in the dip. I smell it in the sauce. Much that once was is now lost for none now live who remember the recipe. It began with the baking of the Great Wings.
Three were given to the Elves. Immortal, wisest and most famished of all beings. Seven were given to the Dwarves, great makers of sauce in their Mountain Halls. And nine, nine wings were gifted to the race of men, who above all desire food. For within these wings was cooked the flava and ability to feed all races. But they were all of them decieved.
In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Meat Lord Sauron baked in secret a Master Wing to control all others and onto this wing he poured his special sauce, made of his hunger and his will to eat all the food. One Wing to rule them all.
One by one, free lands of chicken loviong people fell to the power of the Wing. But there were some who resisted. A last alliance of men, chickens and elves marched against the armies of Mordor. On the slopes of Mount Doom they fought for the freedom of the chicken in Middle Earth.
Victory was near but the Wing of Power could not be uncooked. It was in this moment that Isildor, son of the Wing King, took up his father's sword. Sauron, enemy of the free chickens of Middle Earth was defeated. The Wing passed to Isildor who had this one chance to destroy bad recipes forever but the stomac s of men are easily hungered. And the Wing of Power has a will of it's own.
It betrayed Isildor, to his death. And some recipes that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend and legend became myth and for two and a half thousand years the One Wing passed out of all knowledge. Until when chance came, it hungered a new bearer.
The Wing hollowed out the stomach of the creature Gollum, who took it deep into the tunnels of the Saucy Mountians. For five hundred years the Wing famished him. Dark meat crept back into the chickens of the world. Rumor grew of rotting chickens in the west, whispers of the other other dark meat.
The Wing of Power percieved its time had now come. It abandoned Gollum but something happened then the Wing did not intend.
It was picked up by the most unlikely (and hungry) creature. A Hobbit. Bilbo Baggochickens of the Fryer. For the time would soon come when Hobbits would make the meals of all.