Disclaimer: We, of course, don't really own anything in this story. The CATS mentioned are like in the musical. They will walk on two legs and are as tall as men.

The Lost Race of Middle Earth

By: Asparagus Alter-Ego, Carbuckettycue, and Avijaren

Part 2

Mukustrap's Sword

"It's a sword," Aragorn told Munkustrap.

"A sword? What do you do with it?" pouncival made a face and poked it. "Ouch!" he sucked on his finger, having pricked it on the exposed blade.

"You mostly use it to kill Jellicle cats." Aragorn snarled. This was starting to get on his nerves.

"Hey," a small patched kitten piped up; "a few minutes ago you didn't know what a Jellicle cat was!"

Aragorn leaned forward menacingly, "Yeah, well, now that I know I'm going to kill some Jellicle cats if they don't shut up!"

The Jellicles stared at him, taken aback. Legolas quickly stepped in.

"Aragorn!" smack, "Snap out of it!" Smack.

"Actually it's mostly used to kill orcs." Gimli announced.

Leoglas made a face, trying his best to look like an orc.

Gimli took one look at Leoglas, shook his head, and continued explaining what an orc was.

Mukustrap was leaning forward, staring at his reflection intently in Aragorn's sword, until he got too close and cut his nose. "Ouch. I want one." He pressed a few fingers to his bleeding nose.

"Got something hot?" Aragorn asked, sheathing his sword.

A small calico kitten popped up, "Just Tugger!"

"I was thinking, like, fire." Aragorn told her.

"And he's not that hot." Legolas added. The kitten, Etcetera, pouted at him.

"Fire?" Mukustrap asked, "um.Misto!" A black and white Jellicle with tux markings appeared in a flash of light.

He flashed a smile. "Yes, Trap?"

"Can you make some of these?" Trap pointed hopefully at Aragorn's sword.

"No, but I can get some!" The little magician set to work as Legolas argued with Etcetera.

"Is not!"

"Is, too!" and so on and so forth.

Suddenly, with a loud 'pop' sound and a strand of brightly colored ribbon, a pile of swords appeared. But, lo and behold, there was a man sitting on the pile, blinking and shaking his head. It was (crash of drums, flash of lights) Boromir!

"Oops." Said Mistoffelees.

"Hey! Get this ribbon off me!" said Legolas.

"Boromir!" yelled Aragorn, dashing up the pile of swords to help him down, sliding all the way.

Mistoffelees shrugged at Trap and help out a sword to him. "This one's for you."

Mukustrap accepted the sword by the hilt carefully and solemnly. Thunk! The tip of the sword hit the ground. "It's heavier than I thought!" said Trap.

Aragorn drew his sword, to show Munkustrap the basics of swordplay, and stepped forward. Trap suddenly swung up his sword, forcing Aragorn to bring up his own sword in a quick parry or lose his head.

"Oops." laughed Trap, smiling weakly, "I wasn't paying attention there."

Aragorn's eyes went unfocused and he poked his sword into Mukustrap's throat. "I going to kill a Jellicle." Trap's eyes widened as he stared at Aragorn.

Gimli, being to short to do it right then, climbed up onto the old Ford and once again, smack, smack, snapping Aragorn out of his trance.

Aragorn lowered his sword and coughed uneasily. "Umm..Thanks Gimli. Sorry Munkustrap.

Boromir looked at them. "What's going on?"

"Later, Boromir." Aragorn said dismissivly.

"Oh, yes," he said quietly, "Boromir, that's my name."

This reminded Trap of something, "Misto, where'd he come from?"

Misto shrugged. "I don't know. An accident, probably a side affect of all that magic."

Trap nodded and then turned back to Aragorn, "You know him?"

"Boromir's an old friend." Aragorn stated.

Gimli leaned over a whispered to Trap and Misto, "He died fighting orcs, Uruk-hai even." The two Jellicles nodded, then glanced at Boromir, who was hugging his knees and humming softly to himself.

Tugger and Legolas were now arguing over whether Bombalurina was hot or not, Tugger said she was, Legolas said she wasn't. Tugger however, seeing the argument was going nowhere, dismissed it and walked over to the pile of swords, choosing one and pulling it out of it's sheath. "Misto, where did all of these come from?" he wondered, for there were thirty or so swords in the pile.

Elsewhere

"Sharen! Why did you steal my sword, thief?" a man of the south snapped, punching another man. All a sudden a group of about thirty men were decking Sharen, believing he had stolen their swords, none of them noticing that his was gone, too.

Back to the Junkyard

"I believe from some evil men of the southern parts." Misto replied with a smile.

"We don't wish to overextend our welcome," Aragorn said, "but if we could stay they night we will be gone early tomorrow."

"Where are you bound?" Munkustrap asked.

"Our friends, two hobbit folk, were taken by orcs and we have been tracking them." Legolas replied.

"May we help you one this quest?" Munkustrap inquired.

"I suppose we could use all the help we can get." Aragorn replied, figuring he'd regret saying this later.

"Trust me, you won't regret it." Munkustrap replied, almost as if cued.

Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas exchanged worried glances. Every time someone said that they KNEW they were in trouble.

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