Disclaimer: Here we go again. I do not own Animorphs in any way shape or
form. Yada Yada, they are the property of K. A. Applegate. Same thing
with The Lord of the Rings. They are the property of J. R. R. Tolkien.
Chapter 2
Marco, Jake, and a human morphed Tobias starred into the burring fire. Darkness was coming on fast. So was the end of Tobias's life as a hawk.
"You know Jake," Marco looked over at him. Jake nodded his head but was busy in a starring contest with the watchman. "Well Jake," Marco stopped as the man got up.
"Let me guess Marco. You think you left the stove on. So now your seven million dollar house is burn down?" Jake asked, Tobias grinned, although Tobias knew that wasn't it.
"Well Jake, you have a point there. It would be such a shame for my house to burn down." All three broke out in laughter. Suddenly Jake cleared his voice.
"Marco," Jake turned to face him.
"Yeah?"
"Why does my voice sound like it did in high school?"
Marco shrugged, "I was going to tell you how young you looked. Surely a man of your stature wouldn't use anything to look like a kid again. Wait my voice is a little off too."
"Well you look good for your age," Tobias informed him jokingly. Jake nodded, Tobias was right. Marco was also younger. Though Tobias didn't look aged or younger. His human morph was still the same thirteen year old boy everyone knew.
The food boiled nicely in the pot. A nice coney stew, thought Sam. To bad I'll have to share it with them. "Strider, what do you think they're talking about."
"It is really none of our concern, Sam."
"They are only discussing how tragic it would be if their very expensive house burnt down." Legolas told them.
"What are you doing off your watch," Aragorn asked angrily.
"The bonds are strong, that they can not break out of them. Even if they could, the three wouldn't make it to far. Besides, everyone needs to eat." Aragorn nodded, but Sam was already pulling out three cups and spoons.
"Legolas, you can eat and rest while I take care of them." Aragon pointed to the three boys they had found earlier. Sam handed Aragon three of the cups with spoons in them. He took the two bowls as Legolas dished out his own share.
"Strider, why do we need to give them anything at all?" Aragorn, who was also known as Strider in Bree, shook his head. He knew that Sam was not being mean, but did not trust them. Aragorn didn't trust them either.
The three were talking and laughing. They wore no weapons. Then again, if one could turn into a hawk. It made Aragon wonder what the other two could do.
"Well now, looks like our bread and water is here," the boy named Marco said.
"We are out of bread, and I'm not going to waste water." Sam sat down as Aragorn broke their bonds. He handed each one some soup and then picked up his bowl.
"Ack, what is this," Marco gagged at the sight of it. Sam grimaced at the insult.
"Marco, remember middle school," Jake asked, Marco nodded. "Remember the food."
"Yep, lots of French fries." Tobias put up a hand as he set down his soup.
"OK, Marco, what do I eat as a hawk." Marco frowned and gulped down a spoonful of soup. He then made a look saying that it was better then he thought. Sam smiled slightly.
"Why are you here, I would not think that children would travel this far." Aragorn inquired, his voice full of curiosity.
"First of all we are not kids. Second, we shouldn't even be here. Not unless it's someone's idea of Hell. Even then, this isn't the worse I have been through. We come from a place called Earth. Not this Earth. Not unless, unless the impact opened up a rift in time. Or we were sent here by some one..." At that point an old man appeared. He had a long grayish brown beard. He was a cross between Elf and Dwarf. Ears and staure of and Elf, size and beard like a Dwarf.
"Some one like the Ellimist?" Marco finished as Gandalf got up.
"Ah, Toomin the Ellimist, my friend," he said.
"Friend," all the Hobbits and the three boys said simultaneously.
"Gandalf, you haven't aged a bit."
"Ellimist, are you forgetting someone?" Jake crossed his arms. He smiled at them in a disturbing way.
"Well I see you haven't been killed yet. Not that I want that to happen." The Ellimist sat down on a rock near them.
"Why are we here," Jake asked coldly.
"To help them with their quest of course. They are trying to destroy a ring of great proportions." The Ellimist was tempting them, Jake was sure of it. He couldn't keep a serious face because Marco started laughing. "Do not think this is a joke. You may have saved Earth, but your job is not quite over. I swear, help them, and there won't be anymore Yeerks, or Orcs."
"I don't even know what an Orc is! But they can't be any worse then a Hork-Bajir with a Yeerk." Jake was losing his temper, and their new 'friends' were a little confused. Though Jake wasn't concerned about that, but when the Ellimist gave that smile. He knew immediately something was wrong.
"No Jake the Yeerk Killer, Orc's are worse. Tobias, demorph," Tobias gave him a look of confusion. "I know it's been two hours, but the rule doesn't mater here."
Tobias shurged and focused on the hawk inside. Slowly but surely he changed. "Gandalf, I'm sorry I couldn't stay and talk." With that, he disappeared.
Chapter 2
Marco, Jake, and a human morphed Tobias starred into the burring fire. Darkness was coming on fast. So was the end of Tobias's life as a hawk.
"You know Jake," Marco looked over at him. Jake nodded his head but was busy in a starring contest with the watchman. "Well Jake," Marco stopped as the man got up.
"Let me guess Marco. You think you left the stove on. So now your seven million dollar house is burn down?" Jake asked, Tobias grinned, although Tobias knew that wasn't it.
"Well Jake, you have a point there. It would be such a shame for my house to burn down." All three broke out in laughter. Suddenly Jake cleared his voice.
"Marco," Jake turned to face him.
"Yeah?"
"Why does my voice sound like it did in high school?"
Marco shrugged, "I was going to tell you how young you looked. Surely a man of your stature wouldn't use anything to look like a kid again. Wait my voice is a little off too."
"Well you look good for your age," Tobias informed him jokingly. Jake nodded, Tobias was right. Marco was also younger. Though Tobias didn't look aged or younger. His human morph was still the same thirteen year old boy everyone knew.
The food boiled nicely in the pot. A nice coney stew, thought Sam. To bad I'll have to share it with them. "Strider, what do you think they're talking about."
"It is really none of our concern, Sam."
"They are only discussing how tragic it would be if their very expensive house burnt down." Legolas told them.
"What are you doing off your watch," Aragorn asked angrily.
"The bonds are strong, that they can not break out of them. Even if they could, the three wouldn't make it to far. Besides, everyone needs to eat." Aragorn nodded, but Sam was already pulling out three cups and spoons.
"Legolas, you can eat and rest while I take care of them." Aragon pointed to the three boys they had found earlier. Sam handed Aragon three of the cups with spoons in them. He took the two bowls as Legolas dished out his own share.
"Strider, why do we need to give them anything at all?" Aragorn, who was also known as Strider in Bree, shook his head. He knew that Sam was not being mean, but did not trust them. Aragorn didn't trust them either.
The three were talking and laughing. They wore no weapons. Then again, if one could turn into a hawk. It made Aragon wonder what the other two could do.
"Well now, looks like our bread and water is here," the boy named Marco said.
"We are out of bread, and I'm not going to waste water." Sam sat down as Aragorn broke their bonds. He handed each one some soup and then picked up his bowl.
"Ack, what is this," Marco gagged at the sight of it. Sam grimaced at the insult.
"Marco, remember middle school," Jake asked, Marco nodded. "Remember the food."
"Yep, lots of French fries." Tobias put up a hand as he set down his soup.
"OK, Marco, what do I eat as a hawk." Marco frowned and gulped down a spoonful of soup. He then made a look saying that it was better then he thought. Sam smiled slightly.
"Why are you here, I would not think that children would travel this far." Aragorn inquired, his voice full of curiosity.
"First of all we are not kids. Second, we shouldn't even be here. Not unless it's someone's idea of Hell. Even then, this isn't the worse I have been through. We come from a place called Earth. Not this Earth. Not unless, unless the impact opened up a rift in time. Or we were sent here by some one..." At that point an old man appeared. He had a long grayish brown beard. He was a cross between Elf and Dwarf. Ears and staure of and Elf, size and beard like a Dwarf.
"Some one like the Ellimist?" Marco finished as Gandalf got up.
"Ah, Toomin the Ellimist, my friend," he said.
"Friend," all the Hobbits and the three boys said simultaneously.
"Gandalf, you haven't aged a bit."
"Ellimist, are you forgetting someone?" Jake crossed his arms. He smiled at them in a disturbing way.
"Well I see you haven't been killed yet. Not that I want that to happen." The Ellimist sat down on a rock near them.
"Why are we here," Jake asked coldly.
"To help them with their quest of course. They are trying to destroy a ring of great proportions." The Ellimist was tempting them, Jake was sure of it. He couldn't keep a serious face because Marco started laughing. "Do not think this is a joke. You may have saved Earth, but your job is not quite over. I swear, help them, and there won't be anymore Yeerks, or Orcs."
"I don't even know what an Orc is! But they can't be any worse then a Hork-Bajir with a Yeerk." Jake was losing his temper, and their new 'friends' were a little confused. Though Jake wasn't concerned about that, but when the Ellimist gave that smile. He knew immediately something was wrong.
"No Jake the Yeerk Killer, Orc's are worse. Tobias, demorph," Tobias gave him a look of confusion. "I know it's been two hours, but the rule doesn't mater here."
Tobias shurged and focused on the hawk inside. Slowly but surely he changed. "Gandalf, I'm sorry I couldn't stay and talk." With that, he disappeared.