Merry and Pippin
Note- Umm... let's see, what do I have to say to ya'll? Well, a question about an upcoming chapter: Which do you think would be the best way that one character would owe a debt to another? The list of fairy-tale stereotype selections: Pulling a thorn out of one's foot, helping a old person who turns out to be a magician, or pulling one of those 'I'll tell the truth to the powerful sorceress instead of trying to lie and gain wealth/power/other beneficial stuff'. Anyways... enjoy chappy 6!
~~Chapter VI- The Mysterious Witch Residing in the Mysterious House of Mushrooms~~
Although it is not a well-known fact, the creature Gollum (formerly known as Sméagol) is in fact a gourmet chef. But while he enjoys dining on sushi and raw conies, Gollum would never even dream of eating any manlike creature...not cooked, that is. Indeed, he had even built a rather large furnace inside of his house, just in case he had any 'visitors'. Though at first he survived on the prey that happened to stray into his domain (mainly young girl scouts, door-to-door salesmen, and the occasional friendly neighbor hoping to borrow a cup of sugar), he found that nowadays, strangers wandering aimlessly around the Shire (population seven and one half) were few and far between. So he had gone to more drastic measure, building a house out of the one delicacy that no living thing could resist- mushrooms. And apparently his efforts had paid off, because at this very moment he could here some unfortunate being nibbling on his front porch. Gollum smirked and pulled out a few pots and pans. There would be no raw conies tonight!
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Merry couldn't stop devouring mushrooms. In the back of his mind, he kept thinking that it would be terribly rude to eat some poor soul out of house and home, but he couldn't stop eating. He turned to his brother, who was hiccupping as he rid the house of a windowsill. Pippin didn't seem to mind, so Merry decided to eat now and apologize later. Hopefully, the owner of this delightful house would understand their situation...
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Gollum sneaked up silently behind the young Halflings, although they were so involved with the mushrooms that he doubted that they would have noticed even if he had approached normally. 'Stupid gluttons!! Gollum, gollum. Mean hobbitses, eating my homeses, they are.' He thought in his twisted mind. He paused for a moment, trying to figure out which hobbit he should target. It was his policy to never attack unless he had the advantage, never to whisper until his hands were securely around his victim's throat. He decided that the older one must be the brain of the group, the leader. The larger one would be the one to grab then...
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Pippin looked up from his food as he heard a small gasp.
"Merry, what's wrong? Stomach ache?" He turned around to see his brother, whose face looked slightly blue. Webbed fingers were wrapping themselves around his throat. Behind Merry stood some... THING. Its skin was dark and clammy looking, and its absurdly huge eyes reflected the sunlight. It started dragging Merry away. Pippin wasn't about to let his brother be taken without a fight, though. He launched himself upon the monster and started flailing furiously.
"You let go of my brother!! Arggghhhh!" He screamed. But the small fiend refused to relinquish his newfound meal.
"Stupid hobbit! Get back, or I'll choke him, my precioussssss!" With the fear of having his brother harmed, Pippin stepped back. The once mortal dragged the nearly unconscious Merry around to the back, where a steel cage was waiting. The Shireling was quickly flung into it and locked in.
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Gollum licked his blacked lips and sighed. His warm meal would have to wait. Wandering in the forest had taken its toll on the hobbits; they were simply too thin. That was a problem easily resolved, but it took time. He hoped the younger hobbit knew how to cook. He would need some assistance. It was one thing to feed one once-hobbit. Fattening up two young Halfings was entirely different. He wasn't worried about not restraining the younger hobbit. He wouldn't leave his beloved brother to death and torment.
"Ha, love" he whispered to himself. "A weakness. Yes, prescioussssss, weak it makes you. We love only ourselves, don't we, gollum? We love hobbits baked and fried, too. Yes, hobbitses make a tasty feast, so nice and juicy sweet. We'll fatten up the caged one with tasty sweets, yes, and then we'll cook him up and eats him right up!"
Gollum heard a gasp from behind the door, and with lightning fast reflexes, pulled Pippin in to view.
"Tricksey spy! We can't have tricksey hobbitses sneaking around now, can we? Other hobbit won't eat if he knows, gollum! We'll have to make sure that little hobbit doesn't tell, precioussssss!"
Luckily (or unluckily, as the case may be), Gollum had dabbled with magic as well as fine dining...
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Don, don, don! The moral of chapter six is as follows- "It is not always in your best interest to trust the chef who resides in a house built out of mushrooms"
Oh, yeah, just wanted to say, I've never read the Anamorphs series. Do I really sound like them?
Oh well, remember everyone, dissecting tools can be SHARP and DANGEROUS!!
Note- Umm... let's see, what do I have to say to ya'll? Well, a question about an upcoming chapter: Which do you think would be the best way that one character would owe a debt to another? The list of fairy-tale stereotype selections: Pulling a thorn out of one's foot, helping a old person who turns out to be a magician, or pulling one of those 'I'll tell the truth to the powerful sorceress instead of trying to lie and gain wealth/power/other beneficial stuff'. Anyways... enjoy chappy 6!
~~Chapter VI- The Mysterious Witch Residing in the Mysterious House of Mushrooms~~
Although it is not a well-known fact, the creature Gollum (formerly known as Sméagol) is in fact a gourmet chef. But while he enjoys dining on sushi and raw conies, Gollum would never even dream of eating any manlike creature...not cooked, that is. Indeed, he had even built a rather large furnace inside of his house, just in case he had any 'visitors'. Though at first he survived on the prey that happened to stray into his domain (mainly young girl scouts, door-to-door salesmen, and the occasional friendly neighbor hoping to borrow a cup of sugar), he found that nowadays, strangers wandering aimlessly around the Shire (population seven and one half) were few and far between. So he had gone to more drastic measure, building a house out of the one delicacy that no living thing could resist- mushrooms. And apparently his efforts had paid off, because at this very moment he could here some unfortunate being nibbling on his front porch. Gollum smirked and pulled out a few pots and pans. There would be no raw conies tonight!
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Merry couldn't stop devouring mushrooms. In the back of his mind, he kept thinking that it would be terribly rude to eat some poor soul out of house and home, but he couldn't stop eating. He turned to his brother, who was hiccupping as he rid the house of a windowsill. Pippin didn't seem to mind, so Merry decided to eat now and apologize later. Hopefully, the owner of this delightful house would understand their situation...
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Gollum sneaked up silently behind the young Halflings, although they were so involved with the mushrooms that he doubted that they would have noticed even if he had approached normally. 'Stupid gluttons!! Gollum, gollum. Mean hobbitses, eating my homeses, they are.' He thought in his twisted mind. He paused for a moment, trying to figure out which hobbit he should target. It was his policy to never attack unless he had the advantage, never to whisper until his hands were securely around his victim's throat. He decided that the older one must be the brain of the group, the leader. The larger one would be the one to grab then...
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Pippin looked up from his food as he heard a small gasp.
"Merry, what's wrong? Stomach ache?" He turned around to see his brother, whose face looked slightly blue. Webbed fingers were wrapping themselves around his throat. Behind Merry stood some... THING. Its skin was dark and clammy looking, and its absurdly huge eyes reflected the sunlight. It started dragging Merry away. Pippin wasn't about to let his brother be taken without a fight, though. He launched himself upon the monster and started flailing furiously.
"You let go of my brother!! Arggghhhh!" He screamed. But the small fiend refused to relinquish his newfound meal.
"Stupid hobbit! Get back, or I'll choke him, my precioussssss!" With the fear of having his brother harmed, Pippin stepped back. The once mortal dragged the nearly unconscious Merry around to the back, where a steel cage was waiting. The Shireling was quickly flung into it and locked in.
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Gollum licked his blacked lips and sighed. His warm meal would have to wait. Wandering in the forest had taken its toll on the hobbits; they were simply too thin. That was a problem easily resolved, but it took time. He hoped the younger hobbit knew how to cook. He would need some assistance. It was one thing to feed one once-hobbit. Fattening up two young Halfings was entirely different. He wasn't worried about not restraining the younger hobbit. He wouldn't leave his beloved brother to death and torment.
"Ha, love" he whispered to himself. "A weakness. Yes, prescioussssss, weak it makes you. We love only ourselves, don't we, gollum? We love hobbits baked and fried, too. Yes, hobbitses make a tasty feast, so nice and juicy sweet. We'll fatten up the caged one with tasty sweets, yes, and then we'll cook him up and eats him right up!"
Gollum heard a gasp from behind the door, and with lightning fast reflexes, pulled Pippin in to view.
"Tricksey spy! We can't have tricksey hobbitses sneaking around now, can we? Other hobbit won't eat if he knows, gollum! We'll have to make sure that little hobbit doesn't tell, precioussssss!"
Luckily (or unluckily, as the case may be), Gollum had dabbled with magic as well as fine dining...
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Don, don, don! The moral of chapter six is as follows- "It is not always in your best interest to trust the chef who resides in a house built out of mushrooms"
Oh, yeah, just wanted to say, I've never read the Anamorphs series. Do I really sound like them?
Oh well, remember everyone, dissecting tools can be SHARP and DANGEROUS!!