A/N: Well, well, it certainly has been a long time since I updated this, isn't it? But that's not my fault! I had so much school it wasn't even funny and then I had to practice for this Fine Arts Festival... but enough excuses, by popular demand (sort-of), I have returned with more silliness! =o) Let's see, who shall I torment today? **flips through notebook** Goldilocks... Red Riding Hood... Rapunzel... Pied Piper... Peter Pan... ahh, the possibilities. Pied Piper is a curious one and I feel like a challenge. Bring on the Piper!

Fairytale Invasions!
Chapter 6: The Pied Piper and A Surprise!

"They're everywhere!" Pippen moaned, watching as Orcs poured into the cavern of Moria. "How are we supposed to get out of this?"
"Don't look at me!" Merry said angrily. "Ask the wizard!"
"I'm working on it!" Gandalf snapped, watching as the Orcs swarmed around the Fellowship.
Suddenly a sound pierced the angry cries; a sound that seemed extremely out of place in the underground cavern; a flute. Confused, both the Fellowship and the Orcs fell silent, listening to the strange melody that pierced the darkness. Then, to the Fellowships utter surprise, the Orcs dropped their weapons. As if that were not enough, they Orcs turned and skipped - that's right, skipped - back into the darkness! Dumbfounded, the Fellowship stared after the receding Orcs. Legolas, with his keen Elvish sight, thought he saw a distant figure dressed in gold and red playing a flute and leading the Orcs towards the tunnels that led back into Moria.
"I need to get new contacts," the Elf muttered, rubbing his eyes.
"Well, that was, interesting," Merry said.
"Can we leave now?" Pippin squeaked.

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That's right, the Pied Piper was so short, I'm throwing in a bonus fairytale! =o) Now, lemme see, what shall I do? **flips through the list** Hmmm, ooo, this should be interesting....

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The weary Fellowship stumbled out of Moria into the bright light. Saddened by Gandalf's fall and wounded from battle, they had to press on nonetheless until they had reached a small glade were they could spend a few moments. As the tired group sank onto the grass, a small white rabbit came leaping out of the bushes, fumbling with a... pocket watch?
"Late, late! Oh dear, I'm late!" the creature moaned, dashing off and disappearing almost as soon as it had appeared.
Before the stunned Fellowship could recover, a small girl peeked her head out of the bushes.
"Excuse me, did you see a white rabbit come through here?" she asked sweetly.
Even more confused and shocked, the Fellowship simply stared; except for Pippin. He raised one arm and pointed in the direction the rabbit had disappeared.
"Thank you," the girl replied and took off after the rabbit.
Gimli rubbed his eyes fiercely. "Dwarves do not get post-traumatic stress, dwarves do not get post-traumatic stress," he mumbled to himself repeatedly.
"Um, let's keep moving, shall we?" Aragorn said nervously, rising to his feet racing off towards Lothlorien as fast as he could.


Heehee, oh my, the silliness! I know this was all kinda short, but I have a plan for the next chapter. It's not really a fairytale spoof, but it's a spoof, you'll like it (provided you have seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail). But after that, erm, intermission, we will resume our normal fairytale story writing. So, tell me what you want to read! The fairytale suggested most will be picked, so, suggest! - And have a cookie! =o) **brings out a plate of freshly baked cookies and glasses of milk** Enjoy! And please review! =o)