Lions and Tigers and Wargs (Oh My!)

By Cobalt Goddess

Chapter three: Twister isn't a Game

A/N: Thanks for reviewing guys, it'll get better, promise. I'm putting off Look Up at the Stars for a bit, I'm totally lost with it, I think it needs a total rewrite.

Rosie stood transfixed in terror, looking up at the cyclone steadily whipping it's way towards her. run Run RUN! Her mind begged her, but her legs just didn't seem to care. She could feel the wind quickening with every second, her body being pushed toward the massive dark funnel.

It was so beautiful.

She fell to her knees, the wind to strong to stand in.

"So this is how I shall die." Rosie thought as tears rolled down her cheeks.

Rosie imagined she could hear the wind screaming at her.

I'll find you where are you I'll get you.. it yelled.

All she could do was pray for a quick death.

Rosie Rosie ROSIE!

"Rosie!" Sam shouted as he found her sprawled upon the earth.

"Pippin, Merry, Frodo! Come help I've found her!"

They all ran toward Sam as he effortlessly threw her limp body over his back, his adrenaline masking the pain of his wrenched shoulder.

Pippin looked about as they all ran, searching for some shelter.

"Look!" He bellowed over the wind. "The lockholes! It's our only hope!"

Running as fast as they could, the four of them made it to the lockholes, only to find them, of course, locked. Cowering inside the recessed doorway, Pippin burst into tears and Merry reached over to his favorite relative in concern.

"Pip," he soothed, holding him protectively, "It'll be okay, we'll be safe here, the doorway is deep…"

Pippin didn't seem at all convinced as he wailed uncontrollably.

"We're going to die!", his hysteria making him double over as the wind pressed them all against the door. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…"

The wind suddenly changed courses and began pulling them, sucking them to their deaths. Merry was the first to be pulled out, flying through the air, his arms flailing like a ragdoll. Then Pippin, still screaming as his body was flung far across the hill and into the adjoining field. Sam held Rosie still, not sure if she was unconscious or dead; Frodo wrapped his rope around the three of them and tethered the end to the large iron knocker set into the door.

Suction took hold yet again and they were taken off of their feet, the rope holding strong as their bodies ran parallel to the ground.

Sam and Frodo stared at each other, unable to even cry out in terror, as they both began to feel the knot in the rope slipping.

Pippin smashed violently into the roof of Farmer Maggot's barn, landing with a loud thump on a large pile of straw. He looked around stiffly, his leg screaming at him as he attempted to move it.

"At least I'm inside and safe," he thought as he surveyed his surroundings painfully.

Suddenly, the roof was violently ripped from the barn.

"Oh, bugger."

Merry lay caught in the party tree, his arm twisted in an unnatural direction, blood snaking from a large slash in his shoulder, twisting past his wrist and dripping over his fingertips.

He wasn't moving.