Sauronitis
Chapter 1: The Oddest Oddball
Once upon a time in the Shire... Judging by this beginning, one might expect a beautiful Fairy Tale. How wrong you are. This is not a Fairy Tale, though it does resemble one at times. This story is a mere documentation of young Winkelhaven Oddball's exploits. Yes, you read correct, but before you immediately open another story in hopes of a better Fairy Tale, let me tell you something. This story is better than a Fairy Tale. It's a true story. I was a witness to it all. And if you are still going to read something else, I cannot sway your opinion any more. So, here is the story, like it or not.
Young Winkelhaven Oddball was the youngest of the Oddballs of Hobbiton. Being only in his tweens one might expect him to be a useless child, carrying minuscule loads for his parents when they are in need and feeding the hogs. But this was not the case. Winkelhaven was above that all. He refused to work, much to his parents' disgust, and spent much of his time in his room, reading and rereading the story of Frodo of the Nine Fingers. The rest of the time, Winkelhaven was scheming. With the recent fall of Sauron, Middle Earth was in a state of rejoicing. In fact, once it was widely known that Sauron had fallen, no one even cared about the rest of the world. And the Hobbits of the Shire were no exception. So Winkelhaven seized this opportunity to plan. He planned and planned and at last had a large enough list of plans that, should one fail, he had many backup plans. He was sure he could accomplish his goal now. At this point, I'm sure you are wondering, 'What exactly is this little nerd planning?' so, I shall tell you. Winkelhaven meant to take Sauron's place as evil overlord of Middle Earth. This being said, I shall continue with this narrative.
At last, the time was ripe. Winkelhaven was ready to put one of his plans in action. In the dead of night he slipped out of his hobbit-hole, carrying a small bundle filled with money, food, and a piece of stool. "Nothing like a good stool I always say!" young Winkelhaven had thought to himself when he packed it. Winkelhaven ran as fast as he could, through the country roads of the Shire. He ran, and ran, and ran some more until he was safely in the realm of Gondor. "My," he said, "That didn't take very long did it?" He pulled out his map of Middle-Earth, (One that he had stolen from a certain Samwise Gamgee) and pondered over it for many hours. At last he figured out why it had only taken him 6 hours of solid running to get to Gondor. He had been running with a banana on his nose!
TO BE CONTINUED!
Chapter 1: The Oddest Oddball
Once upon a time in the Shire... Judging by this beginning, one might expect a beautiful Fairy Tale. How wrong you are. This is not a Fairy Tale, though it does resemble one at times. This story is a mere documentation of young Winkelhaven Oddball's exploits. Yes, you read correct, but before you immediately open another story in hopes of a better Fairy Tale, let me tell you something. This story is better than a Fairy Tale. It's a true story. I was a witness to it all. And if you are still going to read something else, I cannot sway your opinion any more. So, here is the story, like it or not.
Young Winkelhaven Oddball was the youngest of the Oddballs of Hobbiton. Being only in his tweens one might expect him to be a useless child, carrying minuscule loads for his parents when they are in need and feeding the hogs. But this was not the case. Winkelhaven was above that all. He refused to work, much to his parents' disgust, and spent much of his time in his room, reading and rereading the story of Frodo of the Nine Fingers. The rest of the time, Winkelhaven was scheming. With the recent fall of Sauron, Middle Earth was in a state of rejoicing. In fact, once it was widely known that Sauron had fallen, no one even cared about the rest of the world. And the Hobbits of the Shire were no exception. So Winkelhaven seized this opportunity to plan. He planned and planned and at last had a large enough list of plans that, should one fail, he had many backup plans. He was sure he could accomplish his goal now. At this point, I'm sure you are wondering, 'What exactly is this little nerd planning?' so, I shall tell you. Winkelhaven meant to take Sauron's place as evil overlord of Middle Earth. This being said, I shall continue with this narrative.
At last, the time was ripe. Winkelhaven was ready to put one of his plans in action. In the dead of night he slipped out of his hobbit-hole, carrying a small bundle filled with money, food, and a piece of stool. "Nothing like a good stool I always say!" young Winkelhaven had thought to himself when he packed it. Winkelhaven ran as fast as he could, through the country roads of the Shire. He ran, and ran, and ran some more until he was safely in the realm of Gondor. "My," he said, "That didn't take very long did it?" He pulled out his map of Middle-Earth, (One that he had stolen from a certain Samwise Gamgee) and pondered over it for many hours. At last he figured out why it had only taken him 6 hours of solid running to get to Gondor. He had been running with a banana on his nose!
TO BE CONTINUED!