Alright already.
I had the urge....so I wrote a slight continuation of my story as following chapters ^_^
Remember, it's humour, even if it doesn't seem like it sometimes.
I can say I own all the characters. But I won't 'cause I'll get sued by millions of people. I can rightfully say I own Frodo's earthly doppleganger though. ^_^ *squee!*
Yeah, the birds get their revenge! When the distressing news of their son's disappearance reaches the king and queen of the Wilin Kingdom, the King seeks revenge and declares an ambush against hobbits ::^_^:: Please read and review. Like the afore mentioned fic, all flames will be used to kindle and fire up Frodo and I's heaty bonfire of love.
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The King Blaron looked at his wife in dismay. The Queen Beryll looked back, anguish clear in her big black eyes.
Blaron stood, looking over the army in front of him. Well built, spirited, prepared for battle. Each soldier carrying a gleam of readiness in their eyes.
It was time to go.
"Squawk squawk squawk!"
And they were off! The entire fleet of Sparrow flew in a great black cloud, creating shadow upon the land. Over trees and through the clouds they soared, flying as a whole. Never faltering once, the flock soon became a blurry smudge in the pastel sky.
Beryll watched her mate go, leading his kingdom to victory by avenging the kidnapping and murder of their son, The Prince Bindle. Soon, hopefully not too soon, Bindle was to be King. Being the oldest of his mothers nest, he had had certain duties to uphold.
The other day, he had been serving his father as a spy. And a wonderful spy he was. The young Pilin had been observing their long time enemies, the Korkhs, or Crows as they were known, conducting their dastardly plans. Feigning an injured leg, Bindle had gotten quite close, but, according to a witness, a hobbit had come along and plucked him right out of his hiding! Then, the naive hafling had promptly carried her poor son away.
It was a great treachery to steal a prince. Especially one serving a duty to the kingdom.
Blaron had declared an ambush the minute the news had reached him. Pulling together the finest creatures of his kingdom, he spent not less than a week training and recruiting. And now they had set off to find the heartless creatures that had performed this treachery.
Beryll sighed and wished her mate luck.
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"Pip! Hold it steady down there!"
"I am, Merry!"
"Well, not steady enough!"
Merry turned his attention back to the apple only a few feet from his reach.
A beautiful apple it was. Perfectly shaped, red as the evening sun, and scrumptious looking enough to make the pair of hobbit decide that things like gravity and height are minor factors in life.
Merry was atop a ladder borrowed from the Great Took Smial, while Pippin was below, trying to hold the giant contraption still fro his cousin. They had been there nearly all morning, trying once and again to grasp the fruit, ignoring the fact that they had well missed breakfast, second breakfast and, probably, elevenses. For some reason, all they wanted was that apple.
Merry was getting frustrated. Seeing no alternative, he swung around to reach it. Rocking the ladder beneath him.
"Mer! Watch yourself!" Pippin called up "You might hurt it!"
Again, Merry swung, this time grasping the fruit, but not without losing the ladder and falling to the ground atop his cousin.
Pippin scowled and shoved the Brandybuck off him.
"I told ya not to do that! Lookit the ladder! My dad'll have my hide for this!"
Merry simply grinned and held up the object of their desire.
One could instantly see the change in the Took's face.
His eyes saw apple. His mouth could taste succulent apple. His hands could almost feel the smooth smooth skin of-
"Enough already! I want the blasted apple!"
He flung himself at Merry, wrestling for ownership of the glorious fruit.
"Ey! We agreed to split it evenly!"
"Well, you're bein' too slow about it! Give it here!"
"No!"
"Give it to me!"
"NO!"
Merry put his hand protectively over the pocket in which he had concealed the treasure, only to find it not there.
He paused his wrestling.
Their little fight cloud dispersed to show a Merry frantically looking about on his hands and knees while Pippin continued to gnaw viciously at his own leg.
"Pip, I dun have it."
Pippin instantly stopped and looked at Merry.
"Wha?"
"I. Don't Have. It."
Leaping at Merry, Pippin tackled him flat to the ground once again.
"Whaddya mean ya don't have it?! WHERE IS IT?!"
"Hello cousins! Eh...? What's this?"
They turned from their compromising position just in time to see their cousin Frodo stoop down to pick up the apple a few feet away.
The two watched in pure horror as he took a giant bite out of it.
"Hm, not too bad. I'm not one much for apples though..."
Pippin promptly passed out.
(A/N: Meet my Indian friend, Little Running Gag ::^_^::)
Merry, severely pissed, shoved the unconscious Took of him and scrambled over to Frodo.
"You! You! You incorrigible Baggins! That was OURS!"
Frodo looked at the apple, which by now was not quite as shiny or perfectly shaped as it had been. "Well, I suppose...if you really want it..."
Merry reached to grab the apple
"You'll have to go and get it!" Frodo grinned mischievously and threw it into the river a bit away.
Merry ran to catch it, but to no avail. He watched as their prized treasure sunk to the depths of the five foot deep river. Not even the daring Brandybuck was willing to go to such great lengths as entering water that was well above his head to retrieve it.
Turning, he caught a glimpse of Frodo running away, laughing.
He sighed, slowly got up and walked over to Pippin. Nudging him with his foot, he gradually roused the Took from his alternate state of consciousness.
"Wuh? Ohhhhh, this is getting quite annoying...." Pippin closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. He then looked up as his cousin helped him up. "Where's-"
Merry cut him off by pointing to the river. "Our cousin decided that apples belong in the water as of now." He scowled, being quite hungry as well as quite angry.
Pippin stood, dusting himself off and went to look down in to the water where their treasure lay, undisturbed. "Well, it's over...guess we best be on our way back. It's well into lunch by now I'd say"
"Right you are, Pip. Let us go then." Merry said with a sigh.
Packing their belongings, they started off. Having not gone far, Pippin suddenly stopped.
"Hey, Mer? Whaddya s'pose that is?"
"What, Pip?"
"That big...cloud...thing. In the distance, don't you see it?"
Merry looked harder. There was indeed a great cloud of blackness moving their direction. Contrasting greatly with the puffy white clouds dripping across the pastel sky.
"I...I believe it's a flock of birds Pip..."
"An odd sight....they're all squished together...like...an army or whatnot."
"They seem rather....eh, determined...."
"And loud..."
"And big...."
"And scary..."
The two looked at each other and hightailed it to Bag-End.
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Heh, I dun feel like typing any more -_-
More up sometime soon!
mm(_ _)mm
( ) ---"Doom doom doom doom doom doom...."
I had the urge....so I wrote a slight continuation of my story as following chapters ^_^
Remember, it's humour, even if it doesn't seem like it sometimes.
I can say I own all the characters. But I won't 'cause I'll get sued by millions of people. I can rightfully say I own Frodo's earthly doppleganger though. ^_^ *squee!*
Yeah, the birds get their revenge! When the distressing news of their son's disappearance reaches the king and queen of the Wilin Kingdom, the King seeks revenge and declares an ambush against hobbits ::^_^:: Please read and review. Like the afore mentioned fic, all flames will be used to kindle and fire up Frodo and I's heaty bonfire of love.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The King Blaron looked at his wife in dismay. The Queen Beryll looked back, anguish clear in her big black eyes.
Blaron stood, looking over the army in front of him. Well built, spirited, prepared for battle. Each soldier carrying a gleam of readiness in their eyes.
It was time to go.
"Squawk squawk squawk!"
And they were off! The entire fleet of Sparrow flew in a great black cloud, creating shadow upon the land. Over trees and through the clouds they soared, flying as a whole. Never faltering once, the flock soon became a blurry smudge in the pastel sky.
Beryll watched her mate go, leading his kingdom to victory by avenging the kidnapping and murder of their son, The Prince Bindle. Soon, hopefully not too soon, Bindle was to be King. Being the oldest of his mothers nest, he had had certain duties to uphold.
The other day, he had been serving his father as a spy. And a wonderful spy he was. The young Pilin had been observing their long time enemies, the Korkhs, or Crows as they were known, conducting their dastardly plans. Feigning an injured leg, Bindle had gotten quite close, but, according to a witness, a hobbit had come along and plucked him right out of his hiding! Then, the naive hafling had promptly carried her poor son away.
It was a great treachery to steal a prince. Especially one serving a duty to the kingdom.
Blaron had declared an ambush the minute the news had reached him. Pulling together the finest creatures of his kingdom, he spent not less than a week training and recruiting. And now they had set off to find the heartless creatures that had performed this treachery.
Beryll sighed and wished her mate luck.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Pip! Hold it steady down there!"
"I am, Merry!"
"Well, not steady enough!"
Merry turned his attention back to the apple only a few feet from his reach.
A beautiful apple it was. Perfectly shaped, red as the evening sun, and scrumptious looking enough to make the pair of hobbit decide that things like gravity and height are minor factors in life.
Merry was atop a ladder borrowed from the Great Took Smial, while Pippin was below, trying to hold the giant contraption still fro his cousin. They had been there nearly all morning, trying once and again to grasp the fruit, ignoring the fact that they had well missed breakfast, second breakfast and, probably, elevenses. For some reason, all they wanted was that apple.
Merry was getting frustrated. Seeing no alternative, he swung around to reach it. Rocking the ladder beneath him.
"Mer! Watch yourself!" Pippin called up "You might hurt it!"
Again, Merry swung, this time grasping the fruit, but not without losing the ladder and falling to the ground atop his cousin.
Pippin scowled and shoved the Brandybuck off him.
"I told ya not to do that! Lookit the ladder! My dad'll have my hide for this!"
Merry simply grinned and held up the object of their desire.
One could instantly see the change in the Took's face.
His eyes saw apple. His mouth could taste succulent apple. His hands could almost feel the smooth smooth skin of-
"Enough already! I want the blasted apple!"
He flung himself at Merry, wrestling for ownership of the glorious fruit.
"Ey! We agreed to split it evenly!"
"Well, you're bein' too slow about it! Give it here!"
"No!"
"Give it to me!"
"NO!"
Merry put his hand protectively over the pocket in which he had concealed the treasure, only to find it not there.
He paused his wrestling.
Their little fight cloud dispersed to show a Merry frantically looking about on his hands and knees while Pippin continued to gnaw viciously at his own leg.
"Pip, I dun have it."
Pippin instantly stopped and looked at Merry.
"Wha?"
"I. Don't Have. It."
Leaping at Merry, Pippin tackled him flat to the ground once again.
"Whaddya mean ya don't have it?! WHERE IS IT?!"
"Hello cousins! Eh...? What's this?"
They turned from their compromising position just in time to see their cousin Frodo stoop down to pick up the apple a few feet away.
The two watched in pure horror as he took a giant bite out of it.
"Hm, not too bad. I'm not one much for apples though..."
Pippin promptly passed out.
(A/N: Meet my Indian friend, Little Running Gag ::^_^::)
Merry, severely pissed, shoved the unconscious Took of him and scrambled over to Frodo.
"You! You! You incorrigible Baggins! That was OURS!"
Frodo looked at the apple, which by now was not quite as shiny or perfectly shaped as it had been. "Well, I suppose...if you really want it..."
Merry reached to grab the apple
"You'll have to go and get it!" Frodo grinned mischievously and threw it into the river a bit away.
Merry ran to catch it, but to no avail. He watched as their prized treasure sunk to the depths of the five foot deep river. Not even the daring Brandybuck was willing to go to such great lengths as entering water that was well above his head to retrieve it.
Turning, he caught a glimpse of Frodo running away, laughing.
He sighed, slowly got up and walked over to Pippin. Nudging him with his foot, he gradually roused the Took from his alternate state of consciousness.
"Wuh? Ohhhhh, this is getting quite annoying...." Pippin closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. He then looked up as his cousin helped him up. "Where's-"
Merry cut him off by pointing to the river. "Our cousin decided that apples belong in the water as of now." He scowled, being quite hungry as well as quite angry.
Pippin stood, dusting himself off and went to look down in to the water where their treasure lay, undisturbed. "Well, it's over...guess we best be on our way back. It's well into lunch by now I'd say"
"Right you are, Pip. Let us go then." Merry said with a sigh.
Packing their belongings, they started off. Having not gone far, Pippin suddenly stopped.
"Hey, Mer? Whaddya s'pose that is?"
"What, Pip?"
"That big...cloud...thing. In the distance, don't you see it?"
Merry looked harder. There was indeed a great cloud of blackness moving their direction. Contrasting greatly with the puffy white clouds dripping across the pastel sky.
"I...I believe it's a flock of birds Pip..."
"An odd sight....they're all squished together...like...an army or whatnot."
"They seem rather....eh, determined...."
"And loud..."
"And big...."
"And scary..."
The two looked at each other and hightailed it to Bag-End.
~*~*~*
Heh, I dun feel like typing any more -_-
More up sometime soon!
mm(_ _)mm
( ) ---"Doom doom doom doom doom doom...."