Knife, Blood, and Bone

By Psycho Elf Goldfish Cracker

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Disclaimer: I don't own LotR. I do however own this story. So you can't steal it, because if you do, I sue.

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It began with the knife.

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"Can I help you?" the store clerk asked.

"I'm looking for a knife…Something strong and sharp that will aid me in battle," I replied.

"I have just the thing! Wait one moment while I get it." The clerk hurried away to a back room.

I was in a battle gear shop, looking for a knife that I could use in backup if I ran out of arrows or was captured by Orcs. Hopefully the knife the clerk was getting was small enough to not be seen easily.

"Here we go!" I was startled back to earth by the clerk's voice. He had five knives, all of different sizes, all sharp. I picked up the first, a medium-sized knife with an ivory handle. It felt awkward; too large.

I tried out the next three, all of which didn't feel perfect, before I got to the last one.

It was smallish, with a silver blade about the size of my palm, but sharp. The handle was black, plain black with no markings. It fit perfectly in my hand.

"I'll take this one," I said to the clerk, a lunatic grin spreading across my face. "It's perfect…"

I saw the clerk look nervously at the knife in my hand and the grin on my face before he took my money. The knife was expensive, but it was worth it. I knew it would be worth it…

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Aargh…sorry it's so short, but I haven't been in a mood to write fanfics lately. I'd rather work on my novels…but I'm currently out of ideas…so…

Please review. Good reviews make me happy; flames are used to light my brother's hair on fire.

~Psycho Elf Goldfish Cracker, July 17, 2002