Bulma Greenleaf: ,,Hi everyone! I just came up with a new idea: What if every member of the Fellowship was some sort of freak? Read the story and you'll find out!"

Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings! I wish I did, but. . . nope. . . I don't.

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This was a rare sight. Six sorts of freaks all together! You'll probably don't understand what I'm talking about, so I'll just start the story.

The journey to destroy the One Ring had just begun. While resting on a mountain, we have time to take a better look at the strange-looking Fellowship.

Aragorn was sitting in the shadow of some large rocks, hoping the sun wouldn't reach him there. His skin was very pale. Paler than the rest of the Fellowship. And that was because he was a vampire. Lucky enough for the rest of the Fellowship, he had eaten enough for two days while in Rivendell. The only thing he liked was blood. Human blood. He didn't mind drinking Elven- or Dwarvish blood, and sometimes, when he didn't have a choice, he drank the blood of animals. He would die if he was in the sun for more than an hour. He had become a vampire when another vampire had made him like this. Aragorn had scars on all his fingers. That was the place where the other vampire had placed vampire DNA in him. When the sun stood high in the sky, Aragorn spent his time sleeping in shadows.

Legolas slowly walked around in circles and was looking bored. Actually, he looked pretty normal. But he wasn't as innocent as he looked. Because he was a scelpie. Scelpies were very normal looking people, when not using their powers. But they could turn into a horse. A beautiful, perfect, white horse. And when somebody tried to ride the horse, they were forced to stay on the back of the horse as long as the horse desired. Next, the horse ran into a lake, river or sea and drowned the person on his back. Et voila, his meal was served. Then the horse turned into his normal self again and ate his victim. That was the only way scelpies could hunt for themselves. Of course Legolas could perfectly handle his bow and arrow, but never used it, only for self-defence. His only weakness were sattles. Once sattled up, he would turn into a normal horse that had to obey his owner.

Boromir was sitting next to Aragorn. Rather in the shadow than in the burning sun, they always said. Boromir wasn't a vampire, but the sun did him no good. When he was in the sun for too long, his 'skin' would turn yellow, instead of white. White? Yes, white. Boromir was a mummy. His whole body was covered by white textures. He looked pretty scary, but he perfectly fit in the Fellowship. The thing that meant his dead was salt. A pinch of salt, and his days in Middle-Earth were over.

Gimli was trying to get his ring finger back to his hand. No, I'm not joking. Gimli was just very busy with screwing his finger back to his hand, when one of his ears fell off. ,,Damn." Picking up his ear while still trying to get his finger on the right place, more bodyparts started to fall off. Things like that happened very often to Gimli. He was the same sort of creature as Frankenstein. The only difference was that Gimli had never been different and couldn't remember who created him. He preferred to fight with his axe, but sometimes, his weapon was getting too heavy and his arm fell off. Lucky for Gimli, who seriously needed some help with putting his bodyparts back, Gandalf helped him as much as he could.

Gandalf actually looked rather normal. He was just an ordinary Wizard. But. . . only when he's calm. Because when he got angry. . . You don't want to be around. Just like the Hulk, he turned out to be green and gigantic when angered. Extremely strong and not able to think very much, he destroys everything that comes in his way. So I can only say one thing about him. . . Don't irritate him.

And, last but not least: the Hobbits. Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin. 4 Cute Hobbits at day, 4 dangerous Werewolves at night. They didn't need a full moon to become wolves. Any other sort of moon was fine, too. And at night, they were very, very hungry. And the only thing they ate was flesh. Rather man-flesh than animals. They could hunt alone as well as in groups. Alone they were dangerous, and in group they were deadly. Frodo always had a chain with the One Ring on it. He would defend it 'till the end.

So you understand, it's a dangerous Fellowship. When fighting together, they were more than deadly. That's why this unique group was send out to destroy the One Ring.

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