Hero
Chapter Two; My name is Longshanks.
Thanks for the review, edgy-dude! :D
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Longshanks is what I've always been called. Not the best of names, but a name at least.
Rowena calls me the village idiot of Lake Town, but then again she tells me I know too much for my own good....crazy mortal....
My day started out like every other from as far as I can remember, cleaning the stables and grooming the horses, and duuduudduuuuuuuuuuuu....the holding the spitting cup chore....
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"Elf, bring me my spittin' cup..." Called out a rough voice from inside the tiny home of the midwife.
Longshanks growled, stopped grooming the horses, and grabbed a midsize metal cup filled with old chewing weed and the horrible smell of it.
Rowena sat by her fireplace chewing away on the spitting weed like a cow to it's cud. "Aim."
He held the nasty cup out arm length and grimace at what was to come. "Spit tooey!!!!"
The spitting weed made a splat noise in the cup and old Rowena laughed like a giddy school girl. "Hehehe, you can go now, dummy. But next time I want you to dance with thecup on ye're head, a bit of a challange for me." With that said, he raced out of there.
After completing all his work, he steadily nanced--er walked towards the bay of Lake Town and looked out into the woods, wondering what he did to end up here.
Something with sudden force shoved Longshanks down the river, "Wooooooooo....I'm your spirit thingy.....wooooooo....become a hero....woooo...or a loser which ever you prefer....wooooo.....go and speak with the King of Gondor....wooooo.....sick of my woooos yet? woooooo....." Said the ghastly voice.
Longshanks kept a floated during the spirit thingy's speech, but then realized he couldn't swim. "BLURB!!!!"
TBC
Oh no! Did Longshanks drown? Review and find out. :D
Ahem...wooooooooo!!!
Chapter Two; My name is Longshanks.
Thanks for the review, edgy-dude! :D
~*~
Longshanks is what I've always been called. Not the best of names, but a name at least.
Rowena calls me the village idiot of Lake Town, but then again she tells me I know too much for my own good....crazy mortal....
My day started out like every other from as far as I can remember, cleaning the stables and grooming the horses, and duuduudduuuuuuuuuuuu....the holding the spitting cup chore....
~*~
"Elf, bring me my spittin' cup..." Called out a rough voice from inside the tiny home of the midwife.
Longshanks growled, stopped grooming the horses, and grabbed a midsize metal cup filled with old chewing weed and the horrible smell of it.
Rowena sat by her fireplace chewing away on the spitting weed like a cow to it's cud. "Aim."
He held the nasty cup out arm length and grimace at what was to come. "Spit tooey!!!!"
The spitting weed made a splat noise in the cup and old Rowena laughed like a giddy school girl. "Hehehe, you can go now, dummy. But next time I want you to dance with thecup on ye're head, a bit of a challange for me." With that said, he raced out of there.
After completing all his work, he steadily nanced--er walked towards the bay of Lake Town and looked out into the woods, wondering what he did to end up here.
Something with sudden force shoved Longshanks down the river, "Wooooooooo....I'm your spirit thingy.....wooooooo....become a hero....woooo...or a loser which ever you prefer....wooooo.....go and speak with the King of Gondor....wooooo.....sick of my woooos yet? woooooo....." Said the ghastly voice.
Longshanks kept a floated during the spirit thingy's speech, but then realized he couldn't swim. "BLURB!!!!"
TBC
Oh no! Did Longshanks drown? Review and find out. :D
Ahem...wooooooooo!!!