The Wild Westfold

By: Lauthica Green Clinkenbeard

Bonus Chapters 1-2

I would first like to begin by giving a big thank you to all my friends that put up being turned into an OC for this story; Vance (Don Vonce), Kyle (Rembaulk), Lisa (Lisawe), and Julia (Julia, yeah I know I didn't get very creative with that one, my bad, but I swear to god that she really does look just like Hama.) So in exchange for their patience and sudden loss of free will for my own, and my fan's entertainment I took their requests for what little jests they would like to see with the characters here in the bonus section. Also if any of you fans out there have any ideas for a bonus chapter you would like to see please send me a PM and it shall be done. It is the least I can do for all you guys for being so supportive in this long quest over the last year. Some of these bonus stories have already been inspired by reviews that have been posted. If a bonus chapter was inspired by one of your reviews and you would still like to see some other kind of scene (tasteful scenes, only. Please no porn overloads, lol) feel free to shoot me a PM or post on my Facebook page if you have found me and "liked" me. Also if you have found me on Facebook, please check out some of my non-fanfiction fiction excerpts in my notes section and be sure to check out my three published books on a certain website that is named after a very famous river in South America (Amazon) (.com). Finally, be sure to check out my newest fanfiction "Breaking into a Mountain" about Thorin's lost days before he created his company of the thirteen dwarves also it has a big Bofur thumbs up. Enjoy! I love all you guys, you really keep me going. Happy Holidays, and Happy New Year!

One: The Cute and Cuddly Menace (for Lisa and Kyle)

It could not have a better day for Eomer King to take his young, teenaged son out for a gallop across the plains. The sun was shining high in the sky, the gentle summer wind was warm, inviting, and making what seemed to be the greenest of grass dance and twirl as far as the eye could see. Much of the land was now healed since the burning of the Westfold. Wheat, rye, and oats now prospered in the famer's fields and the orchards had been in the most magnificent blossom in the last spring. The branches now held shiny, round, and healthy fruit in plethora. The Rohhiric markets soared and even the smallest of subsistence families now lived in a comfortable wealth.

Eomer King had also decided to turn the father/son adventure into a royal parade; stopping at towns, villages, and outposts along the way. His queen, Déorwyrdhnes II, Horse Lady of Steel to Gondor and Head of War and Peace Counsel to Aragorn II King Elessar stayed behind in Edoras and often rode to Minas Tirith to counsel with King Elessar and the other prominent leaders of the new United Kingdoms of the West and Arnor.

Renduil had just reached his sixteenth year, but being a half-elven, for reasons still suspicious and not fully grasped by Eomer King, he had already physically matured to that of the point most boys would in their early twenties. Eomer King was thankful for that. Renduil had his wife's coloring and facial structure, but he had his eyes and build. Already he was as tall as a stallion and his shoulders were a hair's length away from filling a door frame. He had never had any doubts of his son's parentage, but seeing the resemblance with his own eyes now eased his nerves.

They had been traveling now for over a fortnight. The royal caravan followed behind them slowly with the servants and King's tent. But after so many formal presentations Eomer King now felt a burning restlessness in his blood. That next morning, he and Renduil took off alone and unattended in full gallop with nothing but the clothes on their backs and the wind in their hair.

Renduil had taken the lead, though they were not racing. When Eomer King did not see his son over the next rocky ridge he began to worry and followed his son's trail all the way to the borders of Fangorn forest. It was here that he found his son, dismounted by a tree that stood solitary by a little stream. Renduil expression was queer as he stood like a frozen statue staring in shock to something behind the tree. Eomer King too dismounted and hurried to his son's side.

"Renduil!" he said sternly, "You mustn't ride off like that! The lands are safer, yes, but wildmen and brigands still roam the roads less traveled."

Renduil did not answer him. Eomer reached his side and grabbed his son by the shoulders, "What is? Are you hurt?" he asked looking his son over.

"No, father," Renduil said.

"Then what is it?" Eomer king asked. Renduil said nothing and only lifted his hand and pointed. Eomer's eyes followed the path of his gesture…and saw the creature.

It stood no more than a foot tall. It would appear to be some kind of bird, though its wings were stubby and one would assume that this bird would have no flight. Its head was round with a snipe beak and its body tapered down in smooth black and white, oiled feathers in a pear shape. It was standing on the other side of the tree twisted as it nipped at the feathers on its wings cleaning itself.

"What is it?" Renduil asked looking at his father.

"I am not sure. I have never seen such a beast." He said. Renduil left his father's side and approached the creature. Eomer pulled out the dagger at his side and reached out for his son's arm. "No!" he said, "It could be dangerous!" he exclaimed.

The creature had heard them and stood up straight staring at them. It gave a small high pitched squawk and then waddled over to them on its webbed feet.. Eomer tensed up but Renduil knelt down. The creature came right up to his outreached hand and then closed its eyes and rubbed its head along his palm. Renduil smiled.

"It's so cute and cuddly, father." He said. Eomer rolled his eyes and put his dagger away. He knew too well where this was going. From that day forth the bird was named Pippin, after the hobbit that it reminded the Queen of, and became the royal pet and sigil of the Golden Hall.

Two: The Taming of Rembaulk (For Vance)

Deya laid back in her lover's arms. It was the first time they had been alone together since the birth of their third child, a daughter Galadwyrdhnes. Their eldest, Renduil, and the second son, Eomed had traveled to Minas Tirith to foster with Aragorn King Elessar for a year in academic studies. Eomer had surprised her with a picnic holiday on the borders of Fangorn Forest.

The day was lovely. It was early autumn and the trees had turned a magnificent spectrum of colors, but were not yet falling. Eomer leaned over and placed a kiss on his wife's forehead.

"Perhaps we shall make better use of this blanket," he said smiling, "We could dismiss the servants,"

"No, dear," she said giving a play slap on the shoulder. "You have to forgotten that I have recently given birth, and while the idea tantalizes me, the act itself already is making me sore."

"Come now," Eomer said holding her close to him. "I love you, regardless of births and acts of the bed chambers."

"Now I must say to that…." She began but there was a sudden boom within the earth.

The ground shook, the trees shivered in there bark. Eomer clutched Deya to his chest tightly withdrawing his dagger from his belt.

"What's going on?!" She yelled.

"I don't know!" Eomer exclaimed.

The trees parted and what emerged was a sight unlike any ever seen before. An ent in wide strides burst from the foliage. Atop the creature sat Rembaulk. Deya and Eomer watched in shock as Rembaulk waved down to them as his passed. He straddled the top of the creature's branch-like appendages crossing his arms proudly. He seemed content, until he drew his wide, steel sword from his side.

"Rembaulk must go faster," he said as he cleaved down onto the appendage. The Ent gave a terrible groan and glared up at him desperately trying to reach at Rembaulk, but the creature was just a few inches short of knocking him off as they continued on at a much faster pace.