Bucky, Middle-Earth, Play Nice.
One
Where am I?
Alright, first time I've ever attempted anything with Bucky, so I'm still working out the kinks of writing him. I own nothing, although I'm sure the cat I live with is Bucky's clone. But I don't think I even own her (the cat) so . . . I own nothing. (sob.)
Bucky's butt hurt. More then it should from sitting on the couch all day, and Bucky knew about this sort of thing. He looked up and the first thing he noticed was that there was no TV, this was enough to startle him out of the zone he'd been in and he began looking around frantically.
He was sitting in a circle of chairs, each chair contained a human and all of their attention seemed to be focused on one man, he was apparently in the middle of quite a long speech.
" . . .By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe! Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use this ring."
Bucky was about to ask where he was when another man stood up, "You cannot wield it, none of us can."
"And what would a ranger know of these matters?" The first man sneered.
"This is no mere ranger!" yet another person stood up to join the argument.
Bucky was feeling more and more lost by the moment. He stood up on his chair and yelled. "Hey! HEY! Where am I?"
Everyone stopped abruptly and turned to stare at him.
"You are in Rivendell, at the council of Elrond, do you have a suggestion on how to deal with the One Ring?"
"No," Bucky said. "You guys need more comfortabler chairs though. I'll suggest that."
The man who seemed to be the head of this gathering raised his eyebrows and then turned to the three who had been arguing. "Legolas, I belive you were speaking."
Legolas looked around a bit bewildered. "I'm not sure what I was saying," he said and retreated to his chair.
The second man sat down too leaving only the original speaker standing. "I know what I was saying," he said. "Why should we not use this ring against Sauron?"
"Because," Elrond sighed as if this were the hundredth time he'd gone over it. "The Ring has a mind of it's own, anything that it does turns to evil. Our only option is to destroy it. It must be cast back in to the fires of Mount Doom from whence it came. One of you, must do this."
"One does not simply walk into Mordor," that was from the argumentative one again. "It's black gates are--"
"I'll do it," Bucky said, just to shut the guy up.
Bucky quickly found himself the center of attention once more.
"Do you understand the great responsibility you have just undertaken?"
"No. But if you're going to 'splain it don't bother, you guys yak to much."
"This is absurd!" cried a tall bearded man. "This . . . cat, has no idea what he is doing. We cannot trust him with the ring."
"What is your idea, Gandalf?" Elrond asked.
"We need someone who can be trusted, do any of you even know who this creature is."
"I am Bucky Katt," Bucky said. "Half Siamese, half chain saw."
"He sounds good to me," said a short bearded man. "I'll help him take the Ring to Mordor."
"Sit down Gimli," Elrond said.
Bucky, meanwhile had slid out of his seat and was wandering out of the circle of chairs in search of tuna.
He was passing between two pillars, trying to follow his nose and failing miserably, when something grabbed his paw.
"Hey," it was a man, only a bit taller then Bucky, with the light of mischief in his eyes. "Could you get them to talk louder?"
"Maybe," Bucky said. "You have any tuna?"
"Tuna?"
"Yeah, you eat it."
"Tuna?" Bucky whirled, there was another short person behind him.
"Who are you?" Bucky demanded, starting to feel a bit nervous.
"I'm Pippin, and that's Merry. And we're getting tired of standing here and not hearing a thing, so if you could get them to speak up a bit, that'd be nice."
"I will, for tuna."
"What's tuna."
"It's a . . . Fish, I think."
"Sh, sh," Merry hissed. "I think something's happening."
They both turned to watch the council and Bucky found himself stuck, seeing as Merry still had a firm grip on his hand.
"Frodo's going to take the Ring," Pippin cried.
"We can't let him go alone," Merry said and ran for the small group that assembled around Frodo. He still had not let go of Bucky's paw and he was dragged back out into the sunlight.
By the time Bucky knew where he was again Elrond was speaking, 'what else is new?' Bucky wondered.
"So be it," he said. "Yours shall be the Fellowship of the Ring."
"Great," Pippin said.
"What?" Bucky asked.
One
Where am I?
Alright, first time I've ever attempted anything with Bucky, so I'm still working out the kinks of writing him. I own nothing, although I'm sure the cat I live with is Bucky's clone. But I don't think I even own her (the cat) so . . . I own nothing. (sob.)
Bucky's butt hurt. More then it should from sitting on the couch all day, and Bucky knew about this sort of thing. He looked up and the first thing he noticed was that there was no TV, this was enough to startle him out of the zone he'd been in and he began looking around frantically.
He was sitting in a circle of chairs, each chair contained a human and all of their attention seemed to be focused on one man, he was apparently in the middle of quite a long speech.
" . . .By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe! Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use this ring."
Bucky was about to ask where he was when another man stood up, "You cannot wield it, none of us can."
"And what would a ranger know of these matters?" The first man sneered.
"This is no mere ranger!" yet another person stood up to join the argument.
Bucky was feeling more and more lost by the moment. He stood up on his chair and yelled. "Hey! HEY! Where am I?"
Everyone stopped abruptly and turned to stare at him.
"You are in Rivendell, at the council of Elrond, do you have a suggestion on how to deal with the One Ring?"
"No," Bucky said. "You guys need more comfortabler chairs though. I'll suggest that."
The man who seemed to be the head of this gathering raised his eyebrows and then turned to the three who had been arguing. "Legolas, I belive you were speaking."
Legolas looked around a bit bewildered. "I'm not sure what I was saying," he said and retreated to his chair.
The second man sat down too leaving only the original speaker standing. "I know what I was saying," he said. "Why should we not use this ring against Sauron?"
"Because," Elrond sighed as if this were the hundredth time he'd gone over it. "The Ring has a mind of it's own, anything that it does turns to evil. Our only option is to destroy it. It must be cast back in to the fires of Mount Doom from whence it came. One of you, must do this."
"One does not simply walk into Mordor," that was from the argumentative one again. "It's black gates are--"
"I'll do it," Bucky said, just to shut the guy up.
Bucky quickly found himself the center of attention once more.
"Do you understand the great responsibility you have just undertaken?"
"No. But if you're going to 'splain it don't bother, you guys yak to much."
"This is absurd!" cried a tall bearded man. "This . . . cat, has no idea what he is doing. We cannot trust him with the ring."
"What is your idea, Gandalf?" Elrond asked.
"We need someone who can be trusted, do any of you even know who this creature is."
"I am Bucky Katt," Bucky said. "Half Siamese, half chain saw."
"He sounds good to me," said a short bearded man. "I'll help him take the Ring to Mordor."
"Sit down Gimli," Elrond said.
Bucky, meanwhile had slid out of his seat and was wandering out of the circle of chairs in search of tuna.
He was passing between two pillars, trying to follow his nose and failing miserably, when something grabbed his paw.
"Hey," it was a man, only a bit taller then Bucky, with the light of mischief in his eyes. "Could you get them to talk louder?"
"Maybe," Bucky said. "You have any tuna?"
"Tuna?"
"Yeah, you eat it."
"Tuna?" Bucky whirled, there was another short person behind him.
"Who are you?" Bucky demanded, starting to feel a bit nervous.
"I'm Pippin, and that's Merry. And we're getting tired of standing here and not hearing a thing, so if you could get them to speak up a bit, that'd be nice."
"I will, for tuna."
"What's tuna."
"It's a . . . Fish, I think."
"Sh, sh," Merry hissed. "I think something's happening."
They both turned to watch the council and Bucky found himself stuck, seeing as Merry still had a firm grip on his hand.
"Frodo's going to take the Ring," Pippin cried.
"We can't let him go alone," Merry said and ran for the small group that assembled around Frodo. He still had not let go of Bucky's paw and he was dragged back out into the sunlight.
By the time Bucky knew where he was again Elrond was speaking, 'what else is new?' Bucky wondered.
"So be it," he said. "Yours shall be the Fellowship of the Ring."
"Great," Pippin said.
"What?" Bucky asked.