I See Sticks by tree

Disclaimer: I don't own Aragorn (Wish i did but sadly i don't) and the sticks belong to the trees they came from.

A/N: this is what happens when you have nothing to do in a Chemistry lesson and your friend is in a weird mood and gives you strange titles...

Aragorn walked along the road. It was a dark, evil night and he was slightly scared. The wind blew wildly and trees creaked in the darkness. An owl hooted suddenly making Aragorn jump some several feet in the air.

He turned a corner and stopped, looking into the darkness. He couldn't see a thing. It made him afraid. He took a deep breath and stepped forward. It was then that he saw something that made his blood run cold in his veins.



Right in front of him, covered in bark and leaves, was a stick. It was the strangest stick he had ever seen. It was bright pink and seemed to glow in the night. He slowly walked passed it hoping it wouldn't attack him and ran for his life.



After a little while he slowed down to a normal pace, looking carefully from side to side. A little way down the road he saw another faint glow quite far off. As he got closer he could see that it was another stick, make that half a million sticks. They were all heading towards him. Suddenly Aragorn felt more scared than he had ever been in his entire life. Turning around he began to head back the way he had come but to his horror more were coming. He was surrounded.

They were quite close to him now and there was nothing he could do. They all carried axes in their hands and their feet scraped the ground.

Their leader advanced on him slowly, his axe held high in his hand. Aragorn could see him very closely now. He was tall, very tall, his thin stick body was covered in green bark and rotting leaves and his eyes glowed bright with murder.

He stood over Aragorn, axe raised above his head, ready to bring down upon the ranger. The rest of the Sticks had made a tight circle around him, there was no escape.

Aragorn braced himself for the pain but to his surprise there was none. A bright flash filled the area and everything went quiet. Even the menacing mutters of the Sticks could no longer be heard.

Aragorn slowly opened his eyes. He was still on the road but the was no Sticks in sight. Taking a deep breath he made his way home for a nice warm mug of cocoa and home-made cheese cake.

--The End--

A/N: sorry! its just pointless but hey!