Title - Wild Side
Author - RedT
Disclaimer- I cry every night over the fact that I do not own these people. Seriously.
When I first wrote this story I didn't think it would be so well received. I was seriously considering not finishing it.....But with all
the great reviews I got, I just had to go on! Thanks a lot. You guys really inspired me to continue.
There was a foul smell coming from a section of the forest. Between the leaves, a variety of animals could be seen traveling
together. The company was heading towards the sound of water, each of them trying their hardest to put a long distance away
from the creature emitting the fetid aroma.
Traveling alone, Pippin stared forlornly at his friends in the distance. After Boromir had sprayed him, they had all avoided him like
the plague, and now they were insisting that he take a bath! That was the reason that this strange group was seeking the small
river.
"There it is!" shouted one of the animals.
Pippin saw the river through an opening in the thick foliage. The water bubbled past, sparkling in the sunlight. Pipping moved
forward, as the rest of the group parted widely to allow him through.
Bracing himself, the cub stepped into the water.
Gimli watched the cubs frolick in the water. The thought that anyone could enjoy such a pastime made him shudder. The water
looked cold to him, and wet.
He muched prefered basking in the sunlight. Looking around, he saw that the fool elf had disappeared again, while Boromir was
eating something that looked like some sort of insect. Shuddering, Gimli looked away.
He could not seem to doe off, however, and the reason soon became apparant.
He was starving. Grumbling, the boar heaved himself to his feet. He needed food.
"Hey look I caught a fish!" Whipping around, Gimli looked for the speaker. It was Frodo. The sopping wet cub was triumphantly
holding up a gleaming silver trout. Following his example, the rest of the cubs attempted to fish as well. When Pipping attempted
to join them, however,they all backed away. Pouting the bear sat in the water by himself and started fishing for his own food.
It looked like the problem of dinner was solved.
Unable to cook the fish over a fire, they ate the fish raw. Only Boromir, who satisfied his hunger with the occasional cricket, and
Legolas, who fed off the forest's green shoots, refused any fish.
When darkness fell, they found a cave by the side of a hill and decided to spend the night within it's safe confines.
Legolas opened his eyes, blinking as the ray of sunlight shone on him. He had spent the night near the front of the cave because
Pippin still smelled slightly of rotten eggs. Seeing the rest of his companions asleep, he decided to go get breakfast. He got up
and headed out of the cave.
Since this problem stared, he had developed a strange sort of fondness for grass. He headed for a particularly green tuft.
Suddenly he found himself unable to move. Looking up he discovered the problem.
His antlers had become entangled on the branches of a low tree. Shaking his head in an attempt to disloge them, Legolas felt one
of the sharp sticks graze his face.
His effort only served to snarl the branches tighter around his antlers. He could call to the others for help, but then they would
have to see him in this extremely embarressing situation.
Determined to solve this problem on his own, Legolas remained silent.
Frodo awoke to the sound of voices. He had been towards the back of the cave, dreaming of being back home in the shire.
Looking around, he saw that everyone else was awake.
Greeting the others, he headed outside into the gleaming sunshine. Pippen,Merry, and Sam were already out there. Yesterday's
dinner had not lasted the whole night.
Frodo joined them on their search for breakfast.
After some time, the found a tree with a honeycomb nestled within its branches. A swarm of bees could be seen hovering around
it.
"Don't worry guys!" Merry anounced cheerfully. "I'll get it. After all bears are experts at this sort of thing." With those words, Merry
bounded over to the tree and began to climb. Frodo absentmindedly scrached at an itch on his forearm, while watching Merry
ascend tree.
The huneycomb was not very high off the ground, therefore it was only a few minutes later that Merry sat in front of the
honeycomb.
Reaching in, the bear grabbed a chunk of the honeycomb and placed it in his mouth. The bees surrounding him went crazy. They
began to swarm around the oblivious cub attempting to sting him.
Seeing that their stingers could not penetrate his thick fur, Merry cheerfully reached in and grabbed a whole chunk. He broke it off
and made his way back down the tree. The other hobbits crowded around him and cheerfully began to distribute the tempting
treat.
Gimli chose that moment to enter.
Seeing a new target the angry bees headed straight for the startled boar.
Gimli had been sent to retrieve the hobbits and Legolas. Hearing the happy voices off in the distance, Gimli headed for that
direction. When he arrived in the glade he had been surprised to find the cubs gathered around something.
Noticing a strange buzzing sound, Gimli looked around. That's when he noticed the swarm of bees headed in straight for him. In
a flash he was surrounded by hundreds of ferocious insects, each one sporting a razor sharp stinger.
Feeling burst of fire all around him, he ran, trying to get away from the swarm.
Seeing his predicament, the Hobbits were all yelling at him to head for the direction of the nearest stream. Gimli ran blindly while
slashing wildly at the air surrounding him. Finally he felt the cool relief of water.
Aragorn and Boromir had gone in search for the others. They had sent Gimli about half an hour ago and he had failed to return.
Calling out their names, they searched the trees for any sign of them.
They stopped as they came upon a curious sight.
A deer stood in the middle of the woods, valiently attempting to free his antlers, which had somehow become entangled with a
mass of low tree branches. A muffled curse identified the disgruntled animal.
Clearing his throat, Aragorn stepped forward.
"Need some help?"
The deer jumped in surprise, looking out of the corner of his eyes at the two companions staring at him in amusement. Sighing in
defeat, he nodded.
Cuckling, Boromir jumped on Legolas's back and bagan to use his tiny hands to untangle the branches.
"Watch it!" Legolas told him sharply, as on of the brances swayed dangerously close to his eye. Grumbling about ungrateful elves,
Boromir finished the job..
After rescuing Legolas from the tree, they went in search of Gimli and the hobbits.
What they found left them dumbfounded.
The Hobbits sat surrounding a small stream, their mouths and paws smeared with what appeared to be honey. In the stream itself
sat a thoroughly soaked Boar. At closer inspection, they noticed that Gimli had developed some sort of rash. Small red pinpricks
covered his rough hide everywhere.
"What happened?" Boromir questioned. He was silenced by a smoldering glare from Gimli, while Merry explained that Gimli had
been attacked by a hoard of angry bees.
They helped the injured boar out of the water and led him back to the cave.
They had been traveling for three day, their earlier restlessness had disapeared after their various misfortunes. Gimli's bee stings
had healed, leaving only a few scars.
After seeing that Boromir's slow waddle hindered their progress, they had decided that one of them would have to carry him.
Legolas had finally conceded to allow the skunk to ride on his back, threatening to kick him into the nearest tree if Boromir even
thought of spraying him.
"I'm hungry." Merry complained. Seeing the other hobbits agreeing, Aragorn called a halt to their trek. They had not eaten since
the night before and it was now late afternoon.
Aragorn decided to go into the forest in search of some sort of food. He padded through the undergrowth, hardly making a
sound. The leaves had began to fall, covering the ground in a blanket of color.
Aragorn yelped as a searing pain shot up his paw. Looking down he saw that his foot had become caught in a trap. The melal
gleamed wickedly in the sun. The teeth had snapped shut, clamping onto his leg with bone crushing strenght.
Wincing as another flash of pain traveled up his leg, Aragorn tried to free the limb.
Failing, he called out to the others for help.
TO BE CONTINUED
Wow. I finally finished another chapter. Sorry that it took so long, but I had finals this week. Anyways, I think that the next chapter
will be the last one.
Please review and tell me how you liked it.
Author - RedT
Disclaimer- I cry every night over the fact that I do not own these people. Seriously.
When I first wrote this story I didn't think it would be so well received. I was seriously considering not finishing it.....But with all
the great reviews I got, I just had to go on! Thanks a lot. You guys really inspired me to continue.
There was a foul smell coming from a section of the forest. Between the leaves, a variety of animals could be seen traveling
together. The company was heading towards the sound of water, each of them trying their hardest to put a long distance away
from the creature emitting the fetid aroma.
Traveling alone, Pippin stared forlornly at his friends in the distance. After Boromir had sprayed him, they had all avoided him like
the plague, and now they were insisting that he take a bath! That was the reason that this strange group was seeking the small
river.
"There it is!" shouted one of the animals.
Pippin saw the river through an opening in the thick foliage. The water bubbled past, sparkling in the sunlight. Pipping moved
forward, as the rest of the group parted widely to allow him through.
Bracing himself, the cub stepped into the water.
Gimli watched the cubs frolick in the water. The thought that anyone could enjoy such a pastime made him shudder. The water
looked cold to him, and wet.
He muched prefered basking in the sunlight. Looking around, he saw that the fool elf had disappeared again, while Boromir was
eating something that looked like some sort of insect. Shuddering, Gimli looked away.
He could not seem to doe off, however, and the reason soon became apparant.
He was starving. Grumbling, the boar heaved himself to his feet. He needed food.
"Hey look I caught a fish!" Whipping around, Gimli looked for the speaker. It was Frodo. The sopping wet cub was triumphantly
holding up a gleaming silver trout. Following his example, the rest of the cubs attempted to fish as well. When Pipping attempted
to join them, however,they all backed away. Pouting the bear sat in the water by himself and started fishing for his own food.
It looked like the problem of dinner was solved.
Unable to cook the fish over a fire, they ate the fish raw. Only Boromir, who satisfied his hunger with the occasional cricket, and
Legolas, who fed off the forest's green shoots, refused any fish.
When darkness fell, they found a cave by the side of a hill and decided to spend the night within it's safe confines.
Legolas opened his eyes, blinking as the ray of sunlight shone on him. He had spent the night near the front of the cave because
Pippin still smelled slightly of rotten eggs. Seeing the rest of his companions asleep, he decided to go get breakfast. He got up
and headed out of the cave.
Since this problem stared, he had developed a strange sort of fondness for grass. He headed for a particularly green tuft.
Suddenly he found himself unable to move. Looking up he discovered the problem.
His antlers had become entangled on the branches of a low tree. Shaking his head in an attempt to disloge them, Legolas felt one
of the sharp sticks graze his face.
His effort only served to snarl the branches tighter around his antlers. He could call to the others for help, but then they would
have to see him in this extremely embarressing situation.
Determined to solve this problem on his own, Legolas remained silent.
Frodo awoke to the sound of voices. He had been towards the back of the cave, dreaming of being back home in the shire.
Looking around, he saw that everyone else was awake.
Greeting the others, he headed outside into the gleaming sunshine. Pippen,Merry, and Sam were already out there. Yesterday's
dinner had not lasted the whole night.
Frodo joined them on their search for breakfast.
After some time, the found a tree with a honeycomb nestled within its branches. A swarm of bees could be seen hovering around
it.
"Don't worry guys!" Merry anounced cheerfully. "I'll get it. After all bears are experts at this sort of thing." With those words, Merry
bounded over to the tree and began to climb. Frodo absentmindedly scrached at an itch on his forearm, while watching Merry
ascend tree.
The huneycomb was not very high off the ground, therefore it was only a few minutes later that Merry sat in front of the
honeycomb.
Reaching in, the bear grabbed a chunk of the honeycomb and placed it in his mouth. The bees surrounding him went crazy. They
began to swarm around the oblivious cub attempting to sting him.
Seeing that their stingers could not penetrate his thick fur, Merry cheerfully reached in and grabbed a whole chunk. He broke it off
and made his way back down the tree. The other hobbits crowded around him and cheerfully began to distribute the tempting
treat.
Gimli chose that moment to enter.
Seeing a new target the angry bees headed straight for the startled boar.
Gimli had been sent to retrieve the hobbits and Legolas. Hearing the happy voices off in the distance, Gimli headed for that
direction. When he arrived in the glade he had been surprised to find the cubs gathered around something.
Noticing a strange buzzing sound, Gimli looked around. That's when he noticed the swarm of bees headed in straight for him. In
a flash he was surrounded by hundreds of ferocious insects, each one sporting a razor sharp stinger.
Feeling burst of fire all around him, he ran, trying to get away from the swarm.
Seeing his predicament, the Hobbits were all yelling at him to head for the direction of the nearest stream. Gimli ran blindly while
slashing wildly at the air surrounding him. Finally he felt the cool relief of water.
Aragorn and Boromir had gone in search for the others. They had sent Gimli about half an hour ago and he had failed to return.
Calling out their names, they searched the trees for any sign of them.
They stopped as they came upon a curious sight.
A deer stood in the middle of the woods, valiently attempting to free his antlers, which had somehow become entangled with a
mass of low tree branches. A muffled curse identified the disgruntled animal.
Clearing his throat, Aragorn stepped forward.
"Need some help?"
The deer jumped in surprise, looking out of the corner of his eyes at the two companions staring at him in amusement. Sighing in
defeat, he nodded.
Cuckling, Boromir jumped on Legolas's back and bagan to use his tiny hands to untangle the branches.
"Watch it!" Legolas told him sharply, as on of the brances swayed dangerously close to his eye. Grumbling about ungrateful elves,
Boromir finished the job..
After rescuing Legolas from the tree, they went in search of Gimli and the hobbits.
What they found left them dumbfounded.
The Hobbits sat surrounding a small stream, their mouths and paws smeared with what appeared to be honey. In the stream itself
sat a thoroughly soaked Boar. At closer inspection, they noticed that Gimli had developed some sort of rash. Small red pinpricks
covered his rough hide everywhere.
"What happened?" Boromir questioned. He was silenced by a smoldering glare from Gimli, while Merry explained that Gimli had
been attacked by a hoard of angry bees.
They helped the injured boar out of the water and led him back to the cave.
They had been traveling for three day, their earlier restlessness had disapeared after their various misfortunes. Gimli's bee stings
had healed, leaving only a few scars.
After seeing that Boromir's slow waddle hindered their progress, they had decided that one of them would have to carry him.
Legolas had finally conceded to allow the skunk to ride on his back, threatening to kick him into the nearest tree if Boromir even
thought of spraying him.
"I'm hungry." Merry complained. Seeing the other hobbits agreeing, Aragorn called a halt to their trek. They had not eaten since
the night before and it was now late afternoon.
Aragorn decided to go into the forest in search of some sort of food. He padded through the undergrowth, hardly making a
sound. The leaves had began to fall, covering the ground in a blanket of color.
Aragorn yelped as a searing pain shot up his paw. Looking down he saw that his foot had become caught in a trap. The melal
gleamed wickedly in the sun. The teeth had snapped shut, clamping onto his leg with bone crushing strenght.
Wincing as another flash of pain traveled up his leg, Aragorn tried to free the limb.
Failing, he called out to the others for help.
TO BE CONTINUED
Wow. I finally finished another chapter. Sorry that it took so long, but I had finals this week. Anyways, I think that the next chapter
will be the last one.
Please review and tell me how you liked it.