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I know. I know. It's been quite a while since I last updated. Hey, I have a life . . . . Ok so I had writer's block. Anyways
thanks for the reviews.
As a side note, humans cannot understand the fellowship (they only hear animal noises).
It was a humid afternoon. The sun's rays were hidden behind thick black clouds. The wind blew, penetrating a small
clearing which was occupied by the Fellowship. At the moment, however, they would not be recognized by those who
sent them.
A fawn colored deer stood watching the antics of his companions.
"You would think that they would start to fade after a while. " At the moment the group of animals were clustered
around a boar who sported red marks all over his rough hide.
Boromir looked at Merry, the one who had spoken, and informed him of the fact that bee stings did not fade for
some time.
"I'm hungry!" Pippen stated.
"Well, how long until they do fade." Gimli asked, ignoring the small bear. Gimli was somewhat peeved at the former
hobbit, blaming him for his untimely encounter with a swarm of honeybees.
"In about a week." Boromir stated knowingly.
"There might be some plants that might help." Sam offered. The continued discussing different ways to help the rash
disapear, ignoring Pippen's complaining.
Pippen tired of them and wandered over to the edge of the learing, trying to find some sort of food.
Frodo, Legolas noticed, sat away from the others. Legolas stood and approached him. As he got closer, he noticed
that Frodo was . . . well, scratching.
"Frodo, Is there something wrong?" Legolas questioned the distraught bear. Frodo continued to scratch a spot on his
leg.
"I'm just so itchy!" He said, while using his other paw to scratch his arm.
The others noticed his frusteration and came over to help. They all began to offer advise to agitated bear.
"Maybey you touched some sort of poisoness plant." Gimli guessed.
"Yeah!" Merry agreed. "Probably poison ivy. Boromir aproache Frodo, shaking his small head. He took a close look at
Frodo's fur and then backed away quickly.
"Thats not some plant." he said. "He's got fleas! Must have picked them up from somewhere." The rest of the
Fellowship quickly backed away from the Ringbearer.
Legolas suddenly heard a sound coming from the woods. He called to the others.
"I hear someone calling."
"Aragorn is missing!" Gimli noticed. "One of us should go check and see what it is."
"I'll go." Legolas said.
"No. I will."
"I'll do it."
After discussing who would best be suited for the job. They came up with a solution.
They all went.
Legolas, being the swiftest, arrived first. He was greeted by the sight of Aragorn facing four men. Each one sported
some sort of dart that looked as if it had been poisened. For some reasong, Aragorn was not retreating. Legolas
shook his head at the man's pride and prepare to assist him. He was distract the men and give Aragorn a chance to escape.
Aiming for the closest hunter, Legolas lowered his head and charged. He caught on of the men in he ribs, throwing
him into the nearest tree.
"Run, Aragorn!" He called. Aragorn stayed rooted to the spot, however. Before he could react, one of the hunters
released one of the darts. It flew through the air and struck Legolas on the side. It pierced his hide and inserted itself
into him.
Legolas continued to advance on the men, when his vision suddenly became cloudy.
He started to feel very strange.
Tren walked through the forest. The rest of his hunters walked beside him. They were on their way to check a trap that they had
set a couple of days ago.
"Hey! Looks like we got something." His brother cried. "Something big." The group of hunters stopped short when
they reached their trap. A large rugged wolf was howling at something. It's large paw was caught in the jagged grips
of their trap.
"A wolf." One of the members of the hunting party muttered. "There are no wolfs in this forest."
"One of our darts will not kill such a large animal." Tren said. " Everyone hit it at once. They advanced at the helpess
animal, but they were interrupted by the appearance of an even larger creature. It bowled through their ranks and
threw one of their men against a tree.
Tren released a dart and saw it embedd itself inside the animal. He saw it start to sway and ordered the his men back. Before they could
do anything else four bear cubs stumbled into the clearing, followed closely by a boar.
" What on earth!" Tren yelled. It seemed that they were al trying to . . . protect the wolf. He and the rest of the hunters perpared to
advance on them, when another animal waddled into the clearing.
Boromir was struggling to keep up with the others. He cursed this small body and it's inability to move quickly. He
cursed as he stumbled over a rock. He heard voices coming from up ahead and tried to hurried forward. He suddenly
found himself
He was standing in front of three men. He looked over and saw Aragorn standing to the right side. The Hobbits and
Gimli were standing together. Legolas, for some reason, was standing unsteadily.
At that moment a yell was issued by one of the men.
"A skunk!" They all backed away from him. Except for one.
"It's just a small animal! " Proclaimed one of the younger hunters. "We can take it."
"Fool!" One of the others chastised. "Get away from it! Unless you want to be stuck sleeping outside for a week!"
One by one the hunters retreated.
Seeing the men vanish, the fellowship all gathered around Aragorn.
"There's a catch in the middle." Gimli observed. Boromir approached the contraption and slipped a small paw in
between the clamped jaws. He pressed a small lever and the trap clicked open.
Aragorn whimpered as the sharp metal released his paw. It seemed to have snapped one of his tendons, but only a
small amount of blood issued forth from the wound.
"Can you walk?" Questioned a concerned Sam. Aragorn limped slowly for a few feet, favoring his injured leg.
"The woods of the Lady are very near. Once we reach them she will know we are in them." Aragorn then ordered that they continue,
albeit at a slower pace, towards their initial destination.
"Hey!" Frodo yelled from a little ways off. "There's something wrong with Legolas."
The deer was walking around the clearing, wobbling on unsteady feet.
"Legolas!" Aragorn tried to get his attention. "What's wrong?" Then he spotted a dart inbedded in Legolas's side.
"One of the hunters must have hit him." he explained to the rest. "The dosage must not have been enough to knock
him out."
"How long will it last? " Frodo asked.
"I don't know. It depends on the amount of poison used."
"Yeesss. . and how are you this evening? I know. It does loook like storm coming.." Aragorn and Frodo looked over
to see Legolas conversing with a tree.
Boromir tried to approach the delirous animal.
"Go away furry aminal." Legolas slurred, kicking out with a hoof. "Got to find . . . .moorre pretty things. . . . plants . .
flowers. . ."
With those words Legolas begain to quietly hum to himself.
"Legolas." Gimli said, trying to get his attention. "We can show you a place where there are a lot of . .uh . . . pretty
things."
Intrigued the Deer agreed to follow.
Galadriel's evening meal was interrupted by a messenger. She nodded for him to speak.
"My lady, there is a band of . . . creatures traveling through the forest. They are not usually found in this land. We stopped
them and they are being held. Should we dispose of them?"
"No, I will attend to this matter myself. Thank you."
The messenger bowed and left the room. Galadriel left her rooms and headed down to the entrance. She noted that it had
began to rain quiet heavily.
She nodded to the gaurds on duty and entered a small room, stopping before the captured 'prisoners'.
She beheld a most unusual assortment of animals.
For small, brown bear cubs huddled together in the corne of the dark room. For some reason they kept on scratching themselves
frantically with their sharp claws. To the side a wolf, a skunk and a boar sat.
The wolf favored his left paw and Galadriel could see why. Blood had dried on the matted fur and the bone looked odd.
The boar had a strange sort of rash covering it's body and the skunk was holding itself in an almost . . . arrogant manner.
The last animal was a deer. It was prancing from one side of the room to the other, wobbling slightly. Considering the size
of the room it was not surprising that it ran into the walls a couple of times.
To make matters worse, every animal was soaking wet.
All in all it was a pretty beat down group.
"Well." Galadriel murmered to herself, "This is unusual."
A few days had passed and the fellowship was back to normal . . .well almost. Boromir was still covered in in bee stings and
the hobbits had started bathing five times a day in order to get rid of the flees. Galadriel had been able to heal Aragorn's
leg, but it was still a bit tender. Legolas had spent two days wandering dazedly around, running into things.
After he came to himself he had developed a splitting headache.
Boromir was the only one who emerged relatively unscathed, but he was still indignant that he had been turnd into such
a 'wretched creature.
It was a few days later,when they were again on the road, that he remembered his tasty meal of insects.
They left the Lady's home on a clear sunny day, thanking her for all her help.
EPILOGUE
Galadriel smiled as she watched the fellowship continue on their journey. She could see that the tension of the group had vanished
and now they were closer together than before.
A knock sounded on her door.
"Enter." She called turning to see who it was.
An old man came through the door. He wore a brown robe of fine elven material. His hair was streaked with gray and his face weatherbeaten.
"Well I think it worked." The old man spoke for the first time. He reached into his pocket and produced a gem, clear in appearance. He handed
it to the Lady.
"Yes Celeborn, it did. They are much more closer now." She looked of into the horizen, smiling sadly. "They're going to need to be."
The man, no longer old, walked over to his wife. He stood next to her and together they watched the vanishing figures.
THE END
Yaaaaayyyy! I'm finally done. What do you think? PLEASE REVIEW!
I know. I know. It's been quite a while since I last updated. Hey, I have a life . . . . Ok so I had writer's block. Anyways
thanks for the reviews.
As a side note, humans cannot understand the fellowship (they only hear animal noises).
It was a humid afternoon. The sun's rays were hidden behind thick black clouds. The wind blew, penetrating a small
clearing which was occupied by the Fellowship. At the moment, however, they would not be recognized by those who
sent them.
A fawn colored deer stood watching the antics of his companions.
"You would think that they would start to fade after a while. " At the moment the group of animals were clustered
around a boar who sported red marks all over his rough hide.
Boromir looked at Merry, the one who had spoken, and informed him of the fact that bee stings did not fade for
some time.
"I'm hungry!" Pippen stated.
"Well, how long until they do fade." Gimli asked, ignoring the small bear. Gimli was somewhat peeved at the former
hobbit, blaming him for his untimely encounter with a swarm of honeybees.
"In about a week." Boromir stated knowingly.
"There might be some plants that might help." Sam offered. The continued discussing different ways to help the rash
disapear, ignoring Pippen's complaining.
Pippen tired of them and wandered over to the edge of the learing, trying to find some sort of food.
Frodo, Legolas noticed, sat away from the others. Legolas stood and approached him. As he got closer, he noticed
that Frodo was . . . well, scratching.
"Frodo, Is there something wrong?" Legolas questioned the distraught bear. Frodo continued to scratch a spot on his
leg.
"I'm just so itchy!" He said, while using his other paw to scratch his arm.
The others noticed his frusteration and came over to help. They all began to offer advise to agitated bear.
"Maybey you touched some sort of poisoness plant." Gimli guessed.
"Yeah!" Merry agreed. "Probably poison ivy. Boromir aproache Frodo, shaking his small head. He took a close look at
Frodo's fur and then backed away quickly.
"Thats not some plant." he said. "He's got fleas! Must have picked them up from somewhere." The rest of the
Fellowship quickly backed away from the Ringbearer.
Legolas suddenly heard a sound coming from the woods. He called to the others.
"I hear someone calling."
"Aragorn is missing!" Gimli noticed. "One of us should go check and see what it is."
"I'll go." Legolas said.
"No. I will."
"I'll do it."
After discussing who would best be suited for the job. They came up with a solution.
They all went.
Legolas, being the swiftest, arrived first. He was greeted by the sight of Aragorn facing four men. Each one sported
some sort of dart that looked as if it had been poisened. For some reasong, Aragorn was not retreating. Legolas
shook his head at the man's pride and prepare to assist him. He was distract the men and give Aragorn a chance to escape.
Aiming for the closest hunter, Legolas lowered his head and charged. He caught on of the men in he ribs, throwing
him into the nearest tree.
"Run, Aragorn!" He called. Aragorn stayed rooted to the spot, however. Before he could react, one of the hunters
released one of the darts. It flew through the air and struck Legolas on the side. It pierced his hide and inserted itself
into him.
Legolas continued to advance on the men, when his vision suddenly became cloudy.
He started to feel very strange.
Tren walked through the forest. The rest of his hunters walked beside him. They were on their way to check a trap that they had
set a couple of days ago.
"Hey! Looks like we got something." His brother cried. "Something big." The group of hunters stopped short when
they reached their trap. A large rugged wolf was howling at something. It's large paw was caught in the jagged grips
of their trap.
"A wolf." One of the members of the hunting party muttered. "There are no wolfs in this forest."
"One of our darts will not kill such a large animal." Tren said. " Everyone hit it at once. They advanced at the helpess
animal, but they were interrupted by the appearance of an even larger creature. It bowled through their ranks and
threw one of their men against a tree.
Tren released a dart and saw it embedd itself inside the animal. He saw it start to sway and ordered the his men back. Before they could
do anything else four bear cubs stumbled into the clearing, followed closely by a boar.
" What on earth!" Tren yelled. It seemed that they were al trying to . . . protect the wolf. He and the rest of the hunters perpared to
advance on them, when another animal waddled into the clearing.
Boromir was struggling to keep up with the others. He cursed this small body and it's inability to move quickly. He
cursed as he stumbled over a rock. He heard voices coming from up ahead and tried to hurried forward. He suddenly
found himself
He was standing in front of three men. He looked over and saw Aragorn standing to the right side. The Hobbits and
Gimli were standing together. Legolas, for some reason, was standing unsteadily.
At that moment a yell was issued by one of the men.
"A skunk!" They all backed away from him. Except for one.
"It's just a small animal! " Proclaimed one of the younger hunters. "We can take it."
"Fool!" One of the others chastised. "Get away from it! Unless you want to be stuck sleeping outside for a week!"
One by one the hunters retreated.
Seeing the men vanish, the fellowship all gathered around Aragorn.
"There's a catch in the middle." Gimli observed. Boromir approached the contraption and slipped a small paw in
between the clamped jaws. He pressed a small lever and the trap clicked open.
Aragorn whimpered as the sharp metal released his paw. It seemed to have snapped one of his tendons, but only a
small amount of blood issued forth from the wound.
"Can you walk?" Questioned a concerned Sam. Aragorn limped slowly for a few feet, favoring his injured leg.
"The woods of the Lady are very near. Once we reach them she will know we are in them." Aragorn then ordered that they continue,
albeit at a slower pace, towards their initial destination.
"Hey!" Frodo yelled from a little ways off. "There's something wrong with Legolas."
The deer was walking around the clearing, wobbling on unsteady feet.
"Legolas!" Aragorn tried to get his attention. "What's wrong?" Then he spotted a dart inbedded in Legolas's side.
"One of the hunters must have hit him." he explained to the rest. "The dosage must not have been enough to knock
him out."
"How long will it last? " Frodo asked.
"I don't know. It depends on the amount of poison used."
"Yeesss. . and how are you this evening? I know. It does loook like storm coming.." Aragorn and Frodo looked over
to see Legolas conversing with a tree.
Boromir tried to approach the delirous animal.
"Go away furry aminal." Legolas slurred, kicking out with a hoof. "Got to find . . . .moorre pretty things. . . . plants . .
flowers. . ."
With those words Legolas begain to quietly hum to himself.
"Legolas." Gimli said, trying to get his attention. "We can show you a place where there are a lot of . .uh . . . pretty
things."
Intrigued the Deer agreed to follow.
Galadriel's evening meal was interrupted by a messenger. She nodded for him to speak.
"My lady, there is a band of . . . creatures traveling through the forest. They are not usually found in this land. We stopped
them and they are being held. Should we dispose of them?"
"No, I will attend to this matter myself. Thank you."
The messenger bowed and left the room. Galadriel left her rooms and headed down to the entrance. She noted that it had
began to rain quiet heavily.
She nodded to the gaurds on duty and entered a small room, stopping before the captured 'prisoners'.
She beheld a most unusual assortment of animals.
For small, brown bear cubs huddled together in the corne of the dark room. For some reason they kept on scratching themselves
frantically with their sharp claws. To the side a wolf, a skunk and a boar sat.
The wolf favored his left paw and Galadriel could see why. Blood had dried on the matted fur and the bone looked odd.
The boar had a strange sort of rash covering it's body and the skunk was holding itself in an almost . . . arrogant manner.
The last animal was a deer. It was prancing from one side of the room to the other, wobbling slightly. Considering the size
of the room it was not surprising that it ran into the walls a couple of times.
To make matters worse, every animal was soaking wet.
All in all it was a pretty beat down group.
"Well." Galadriel murmered to herself, "This is unusual."
A few days had passed and the fellowship was back to normal . . .well almost. Boromir was still covered in in bee stings and
the hobbits had started bathing five times a day in order to get rid of the flees. Galadriel had been able to heal Aragorn's
leg, but it was still a bit tender. Legolas had spent two days wandering dazedly around, running into things.
After he came to himself he had developed a splitting headache.
Boromir was the only one who emerged relatively unscathed, but he was still indignant that he had been turnd into such
a 'wretched creature.
It was a few days later,when they were again on the road, that he remembered his tasty meal of insects.
They left the Lady's home on a clear sunny day, thanking her for all her help.
EPILOGUE
Galadriel smiled as she watched the fellowship continue on their journey. She could see that the tension of the group had vanished
and now they were closer together than before.
A knock sounded on her door.
"Enter." She called turning to see who it was.
An old man came through the door. He wore a brown robe of fine elven material. His hair was streaked with gray and his face weatherbeaten.
"Well I think it worked." The old man spoke for the first time. He reached into his pocket and produced a gem, clear in appearance. He handed
it to the Lady.
"Yes Celeborn, it did. They are much more closer now." She looked of into the horizen, smiling sadly. "They're going to need to be."
The man, no longer old, walked over to his wife. He stood next to her and together they watched the vanishing figures.
THE END
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