Disclaimer: I do not own or create Animorphs or The Lord of the Rings.
Amimorphs are out of the imagination of K. A. Applegate. While The Lord of
the Rings are that of J. R. R. Tolkien. Also the first four sentences are
directly from the last Animorph book.
This story will progress as I read The Lord of the Ring books.
Prologue
There was a dangerous smile on Jake's face. Rachel's smile. "Full emergency power to the engines," Jake said. "Ram the Blade ship."
The lights flickered, sparks flew from the computers. The impact made every one topple. Air began to be sucked out of the Rachel.
A ship named for the very person who died on the Blade ship. The one who died in vain. Now her death was to be avenged.
The Animorphs, Andilites, and humans struggled for breath. But found no air to soothe their sore lungs. They all fell into the darkness. A voice was heard that only the Animorphs could hear. "It will not end this way."
Frodo paced with boredom. They had only left Rivendell but a few days ago. And yet he was already tiring. He was cold and hungry. Yet Hobbits were almost always hungry, seldom were they full. Not even the greatest of feasts could satisfy them.
Flint was scraped against steel as Aragorn made a fire. Samwise Gamgee watched eagerly for the slightest bit of fire and smoke. A small light was soon seen in the kindling. Aragorn moved back quickly as Sam immediately picked it up and started to blow. It glowed more and Sam set the kindling down. Aragon threw in a few dry twigs to help the fire. It burned vigorously.
Legolas sat on a rock all the while Gandalf, Pippin, and Merry listened intently. Boromir sat by himself peering out into the mountains. One member of the Fellowship was missing.
Gimli the Dwarf was off hunting for what ever food he could find. The most likely thing he would bring back would be rabbits. A type of hare that widely populated most of Middle-Earth. Then again he might not bring back anything at all. For rabbits were fast and had good hearing.
As far as Frodo knew the area around him was not populated by Elves, Dwarves, Man, and especially Hobbits. They lived west of here. Yet a noise made by none of the Fellowship was heard in the darkness. In the distance he saw Gimli return. A linen bag over his shoulder. But Gimli was to far away to be heard. Even the greatest yell he could make was almost inaudible.
It was a coughing sound, like that of some one who had been choked. Legolas stopped talking; he heard it too.
"Did you forget what happens," Pippin asked. Then he heard it. "Merry... Merry, do you hear that."
"Yes Pippin, I hear it." Meriadoc Brandybuck, known to his friends as Merry, whispered softly.
Prologue
There was a dangerous smile on Jake's face. Rachel's smile. "Full emergency power to the engines," Jake said. "Ram the Blade ship."
The lights flickered, sparks flew from the computers. The impact made every one topple. Air began to be sucked out of the Rachel.
A ship named for the very person who died on the Blade ship. The one who died in vain. Now her death was to be avenged.
The Animorphs, Andilites, and humans struggled for breath. But found no air to soothe their sore lungs. They all fell into the darkness. A voice was heard that only the Animorphs could hear. "It will not end this way."
Frodo paced with boredom. They had only left Rivendell but a few days ago. And yet he was already tiring. He was cold and hungry. Yet Hobbits were almost always hungry, seldom were they full. Not even the greatest of feasts could satisfy them.
Flint was scraped against steel as Aragorn made a fire. Samwise Gamgee watched eagerly for the slightest bit of fire and smoke. A small light was soon seen in the kindling. Aragorn moved back quickly as Sam immediately picked it up and started to blow. It glowed more and Sam set the kindling down. Aragon threw in a few dry twigs to help the fire. It burned vigorously.
Legolas sat on a rock all the while Gandalf, Pippin, and Merry listened intently. Boromir sat by himself peering out into the mountains. One member of the Fellowship was missing.
Gimli the Dwarf was off hunting for what ever food he could find. The most likely thing he would bring back would be rabbits. A type of hare that widely populated most of Middle-Earth. Then again he might not bring back anything at all. For rabbits were fast and had good hearing.
As far as Frodo knew the area around him was not populated by Elves, Dwarves, Man, and especially Hobbits. They lived west of here. Yet a noise made by none of the Fellowship was heard in the darkness. In the distance he saw Gimli return. A linen bag over his shoulder. But Gimli was to far away to be heard. Even the greatest yell he could make was almost inaudible.
It was a coughing sound, like that of some one who had been choked. Legolas stopped talking; he heard it too.
"Did you forget what happens," Pippin asked. Then he heard it. "Merry... Merry, do you hear that."
"Yes Pippin, I hear it." Meriadoc Brandybuck, known to his friends as Merry, whispered softly.