Author's note: These pieces are actually more than three years old. Writing timed stories and pieces of descriptive writing was how I prepared for my English GCSE's all those years ago. I've tried not to edit these pieces as I want to preserve my old writing style but I hope you enjoy them all the same.

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"Wake up you fools, it's 11:30 in the morning. We've got to get a move on!" cried Gandalf. Sam yawned as he rolled over in his sleep, crushing a half awake Pippin,

"Aagh! Get off Sam, get off!" Pippin pushed the hobbit off him and Sam woke up with a grunt,

"What's goin' on Mister Gandalf?"

"We overslept! We only left Rivendell yesterday and we've barely walked two miles! We need to set off now!"

So, after a very sleepy start, the fellowship packed their things and set off. After five minutes of walking, they came to a large hill. Everyone groaned and Pippin wouldn't stop complaining as the climbed the hill: he was hungry…

"Gandalf, I'm hungry. Oi! Gandalf, I said I'm hungry," he wailed.

"Fool of a Took! You've already had breakfast so we're not stopping!"

"We've had one yes – what about second breakfast, elevenses, afternoon tea, dinner, supper – you know about them right? You can't starve us wee hobbits like this!"

"Be silent! You aren't eating until we reach the next camp; if everyone else can manage, so can you!" the wizard roared.

Gandalf had got his way but Pippin wouldn't stop complaining along the tiring journey up the hill, so when they reached the top, he laughed with joy and Pippin kept quiet.

Legolas suddenly pounced onto a rock in front of them, scanning the area with his elven eyes. Everyone silently watched him until his eyes went wide and he cried, "Hide! Get down, now!"

Everybody immediately obeyed, hiding under bushes and fallen trees. A few seconds later, a huge flock of black crows swooped down, just missing the small group: they hadn't been seen.

But Pippin was hungry.

As the crows were flying away, Pippin jumped out of his hiding spot and yelled, "Hey you! Over here! I'm over here!"

He jumped up and down like a mad man and the crows turned around and flew towards him.

Gimli boomed, "Lad! What are you doing!"

"Trying to get some crow for afternoon tea – it tastes like chicken!"

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Ok! Legolas, shoot down my lunch!"

Before Gandalf could stop him, Legolas obeyed. As soon as he heard the twang of his bow, one of the crows fell.

This made the winged creatures very angry…

They were upon the fellowship in seconds. They were outnumbered and it wasn't long before Frodo ran down the hill screaming like a little girl – Sam soon followed, "MISTER FRODOOOOO!"

Then everybody got into battle mode – knives and swords slashed the creatures while Gimli's axe hammered the birds to the ground. Gandalf used his staff to set any beast that came near him alight…

An hour later, the fellowship were sat around a campfire at the top. Frodo and Sam were plucking the greasy feathers off the dead crows, Boromir was turning three crows on a spit and Gimli was handing out what he had already cooked, "Do you want a crow wing lad?"

Pippin's head shot up – he grabbed the wing and devoured it. With food still in his mouth, he turned to Gandalf, "So… Do you think we made progress today?"

"Not at all Peregrin Took," he grumbled.

Pippin smiled, "Erm, why not Gandalf?"

"Because we should have walked twenty miles today and reached the mountains of Cadharas and all we've done today is climb a blasted hill!"

"Gandalf?"

"What?"

"Do you wanna crow wing?"

The wizard grunted, puffing on his pipe, "Hobbits…"

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I seemed to be a huge fan of exclamation marks when I wrote this… as for the distances – most probably wrong but out of all the randomness in that, surely that isn't the thing you'd point out as odd right?