Disclaimer: don't own them, don't have any money, this never happened (we
hope)
Warning: Are there enough for this? g Um, it would probably help if you've seen "Ice
Age" before you read this, otherwise it'll make no sense whatsoever. And for those of
you who have seen "Ice Age," the S'krat is the little critter that keeps chasing after that
damn nut all through the movie. Or at least, that's what I'm calling it.
Feedback: Yes, please! Even if it's just to tell me how insane I am! :)
***
S'krat, Lord of the One Ring
By Orchid
Frodo weighed the ring in his hand. It should be mine. A truly evil light
filed his eyes as his spread his fingers slowly adoring this action, the claiming of the One
Ring in the name of Frodo Baggins. About to slip on his constant companion with hateful
joy, Frodo did not care about the appearance of the S'krat and its own precious treasure.
The S'krat was the single most dreaded beast in all Middle Earth. A manic hairball
with a boundless raving for nuts and hiding them that has wiped whole races from Middle
Earth. No man or nut was safe in the path of this little tornado of raging energy. Except
maybe this nut would escape because it popped loose from the S'krat's clutches and rolled
quickly away.
Clinging to rocks and dying from thirst, heat and starvation, poor Sam only thought
he dreamed of a yummy little nut that went rolling by and the ugly squirrel chasing it.
What an ugly little thing it was, too, thought Sam, with huge long teeth, a long needle-
like nose, and a huge stripped tail that quivered with desperate, pent up energy. The ugly
rodent almost caught its nut before the nut plunged into the fires of Mount Doom.
Stricken, the little things nose curled under, its tail wilted and it looked like losing its nut
was an agony of endless heartbreak.
The S'krat's little pop eyes saw a glint and it's hear beagn to hope, the hair on its tail
bristled and stood on end with expectation. A nut! The most perfect nut of all was right
above him. Perfect because it gleamed and glowed like gold. Some ragged looking
hairy-footed person was holding the most perfect nut in the world.
In a blur of wild spasmodic energy seldom seen, a little ball of wild teeth and hair
clawed the One Ring away from Frodo. The whirring ball blazing past the reach of
Gollum, who could only marvel at the concentration of greedy, obsessive energy hurtling
past him, virtually blazing a path through Sam as it disappeared.
***
Gandalf swooped down on Gwaihir with Merry and Pippin in tow. They arrived in time to see a manic hairball buzz by. Sam was chasing after it, screaming the longest stream of foul curses and Hobbit invectives ever heard.
Pippin looked back at Merry, green eyes wide. "He speaks Ent?!"
The End (or is it?)
Warning: Are there enough for this? g Um, it would probably help if you've seen "Ice
Age" before you read this, otherwise it'll make no sense whatsoever. And for those of
you who have seen "Ice Age," the S'krat is the little critter that keeps chasing after that
damn nut all through the movie. Or at least, that's what I'm calling it.
Feedback: Yes, please! Even if it's just to tell me how insane I am! :)
***
S'krat, Lord of the One Ring
By Orchid
Frodo weighed the ring in his hand. It should be mine. A truly evil light
filed his eyes as his spread his fingers slowly adoring this action, the claiming of the One
Ring in the name of Frodo Baggins. About to slip on his constant companion with hateful
joy, Frodo did not care about the appearance of the S'krat and its own precious treasure.
The S'krat was the single most dreaded beast in all Middle Earth. A manic hairball
with a boundless raving for nuts and hiding them that has wiped whole races from Middle
Earth. No man or nut was safe in the path of this little tornado of raging energy. Except
maybe this nut would escape because it popped loose from the S'krat's clutches and rolled
quickly away.
Clinging to rocks and dying from thirst, heat and starvation, poor Sam only thought
he dreamed of a yummy little nut that went rolling by and the ugly squirrel chasing it.
What an ugly little thing it was, too, thought Sam, with huge long teeth, a long needle-
like nose, and a huge stripped tail that quivered with desperate, pent up energy. The ugly
rodent almost caught its nut before the nut plunged into the fires of Mount Doom.
Stricken, the little things nose curled under, its tail wilted and it looked like losing its nut
was an agony of endless heartbreak.
The S'krat's little pop eyes saw a glint and it's hear beagn to hope, the hair on its tail
bristled and stood on end with expectation. A nut! The most perfect nut of all was right
above him. Perfect because it gleamed and glowed like gold. Some ragged looking
hairy-footed person was holding the most perfect nut in the world.
In a blur of wild spasmodic energy seldom seen, a little ball of wild teeth and hair
clawed the One Ring away from Frodo. The whirring ball blazing past the reach of
Gollum, who could only marvel at the concentration of greedy, obsessive energy hurtling
past him, virtually blazing a path through Sam as it disappeared.
***
Gandalf swooped down on Gwaihir with Merry and Pippin in tow. They arrived in time to see a manic hairball buzz by. Sam was chasing after it, screaming the longest stream of foul curses and Hobbit invectives ever heard.
Pippin looked back at Merry, green eyes wide. "He speaks Ent?!"
The End (or is it?)