Inspiration for this story came from the Warner Brothers movie "Looney Tunes: Back in Action".

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A Council of Fluff

Blade zoomed through the portal, nearly tripping into the flowing lake. He jumped back, well aware he was somewhere new. He breathed in the air. It was fresh and well-kept. If only… no. He nearly fell into the water again.

"Trixie!" Blade cringed.

"I'm sorry Blade," Trixie laughed merrily.

"No you're not," Blade said. He turned to Mimsie. "What have you uncovered?"

"We need to find a transmitter. Each world has them and we need them in order to defeat the plot bunnies here in Rivendell," Mimsie said.

"Just that," Blade said.

"Well, as you can see, everything's… changed," Mimsie said. "The elves. They're turning rabbit."

Blade looked on. Indeed, it was true. The elves here were turning into a variety of animals, stopping at rabbits. What really drew his attention was the fact that a majority of the elven rabbits were Holland Lops, exactly like Mimsie said.

"Come on. We need to move fast," Mimsie said, climbing up the road. "You coming?"

"Yeah," Blade said, following after the two female rabbits, "but what about my sister?"

"She's over there." Mimsie said, pointing to the bridge. Indeed, Blade was surprised to find the Fellowship there. They weren't rabbits. Wait a minute… "Come on. We're needed over here. Your sister can wait, Blade."

"I hope you're right, but…" Blade looked on at his rabbit sister. She looked happy. "All right. I'll join you. But when we get out of here, I want a reward."

"And you'll get a reward," Trixie said.

"What does that mean?" Blade said, chasing after the group.

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Meanwhile…

Furry had an itch that wouldn't cease. He needed to get rid of it. Just a few seconds more and… ah! There. He had it. He was itch free again and that was a relief.

"Ahem!" It was Lord Biscuit, the great Holland Lop himself.

"I'm sorry Lord Biscuit," Furry said, taking his seat next to the other dwarf rabbits.

"Now, we are here to discuss the One Ring," Lord Biscuit said, pointing out the ring wrapped around Furry's neck. "He is important to the task."

"Are we talking about Furry here or the One Ring?" Fuzzball asked. He was quite the charmer for a Newfoundland rabbit. Furry had no doubt of that.

"The Ring must be destroyed," Turnip the ever valiant brown Holland Lop said.

"And what do you know of it?" Tempers, formerly Whiskers the orange cat, but now the Dutch rabbit, said. "We need that Ring to protect all lands. Why not let Gondor use it?"

"Because we can't," Lord Biscuit said.

"Who says," Tempers asked.

"I do," Lord Biscuit said.

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Meanwhile…

"I know it's in here somewhere." Mimsie said, digging through stuff.

"What are you doing?" Blade asked her. "Why do we need a transmitter for?"

"Before this story shifts completely," Trixie said. "Well, we need that transmitter to…"

"It's here! It's on the wall," Mimsie said, revealing a button against the wall. "It's rabbit size."

"I don't understand," Blade said.

"Do you want Middle-earth to be infested with plot bunnies?" Mimsie asked him.

"Isn't there a better way to do this," Blade asked.

"Blade, come on. We don't want to be stuck here when everyone wakes up," Trixie said.

"All right," Blade sighed. He didn't have a choice. He hopped back to make a running start. He would get this yet… he would… SMACK! He was thrown backwards towards the edge of the balcony. He was okay. And the plot bunnies were fleeing. Wow. There were so many.

"Come on. Let's see how the Council's doing," Mimsie said, taking off.

Blade followed, only to vanish through a portal. Just in the middle of the Council of Elrond. He was transfixed with the transformations. Even Furry was growing and expanding, with clothes included, back into Frodo Baggins, who brushed himself off. The hobbit was too excitable at the moment, but then Aragorn, no longer Turnip, stared in confusion.

"What happened?" Aragorn asked, groggily.

"I was about to ask the same question…" Frodo stopped. He checked his pockets, but there was no ring. He looked and looked… oh. It was back on the stone pedestal. "That was close."

"You're telling me," said Legolas the elven prince, no longer the rabbit Fuzzball.

"Where did… when…" Boromir, no longer Tempers, asked.

The answer was already present. There were a variety of colorful bunnies fleeing the scene through portals. Blade shook his head. It was clear that…

"You, rabbit," Lord Elrond, no longer Lord Biscuit but an elven lord again, asked, "why have you come here?"

"You mean he can talk?" Frodo asked, concerned.

"Yes," Blade said. "I am Blade. I, and my friends, came here in search of the transmitters. They're said to repel plot bunnies. It should keep Middle-earth safe for a while."

"And for that, you have our thanks," Legolas said.

"Wait. What are plot bunnies?" Frodo asked, confused.

"They're monstrosities," Legolas said.

"Ha ha!" Mimsie replied, "I can already see why the plot bunnies come after you the most."

"Nonetheless, I commend you for your efforts," Elrond said, passing to each rabbit a small seashell necklace. "May you find us again in another situation. And I do hope that does not come sooner."

"Thank you," Mimsie said. She turned to Blade and Trixie. "We should go." Flipping the switch on her remote, she watched as a portal was open. "We'll meet again someday." She turned to Blade and Trixie. "Come on."

"Bye," Blade said, chasing after Trixie through the portal.

The council fell silent for a moment. The silence was broken, thanks to Elrond.

"Come now. Let us resume our meeting," Elrond said, sitting back down in his chair. It was time to resume the Council of Elrond, the fateful meeting to determine where the Ring would go to next.

Restoration Progress. . . Council of Elrond Restored. . .

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