It's decision time, should I continue on after fellowship? If so in the
same fic or a sequel? Also, any opinions on which of the groups get stuck
with Bucky? I was thinking Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli . . . as always
please review.
Bucky hated water. He'd known this before, but now it was being driven home. He was sitting in a boat, a small boat, in a river, a very large and strong river, with a dwarf and an . . . and Legolas. There was no way Bucky was going to refer to Legolas as an elf, Gimli at least looked like a dwarf even if dwarves didn't exist either.
It was their first day out on the river, Bucky was miserable and so Legolas and Gimli were miserable as well.
Even Galadriel's gifts couldn't cheer him up. He rather liked the Lembas but still would have preferred tuna, Aragorn had decided that they should wear their cloaks at all times and Bucky's usually awkward movement was made even more so by the hindering piece of cloth. Gimli mentioned at least every hour that he had three golden hairs of the Lady of the Forest, all Bucky had gotten was a dagger, it was bright silver and glimmered in the sun but Bucky much preferred his claws.
Their first night on the bank of the river was cold and uncomfortable. Every which way Bucky lay there was gravel digging into his back. Finally he dozed off actually missing his drawer in the closet.
He was awoken by a sharp hiss near his right ear. He sat up slowly and looked around. It was Hairless Monkey!
"Fish?" Bucky asked quickly.
"Nasty creature won't even give us a hello."
"Hi," Bucky said. "Do you have fish? I've been surviving on Lembas for the past week." Which wasn't exactly true but there was no way Hairless Monkey could know that.
"Nasssty elves," Hairless Monkey stated.
"They aren't elves," Bucky muttered and then reiterated his previous question. "You have any fish?"
"Yes, yes. This way." He slunk a little ways off and Bucky followed eagerly.
Bucky didn't even wonder why Hairless Monkey had bothered to wake him and risk being discovered by the fellowship. Hairless Monkey himself wasn't exactly sure, but having only one friend--who isn't even really a friend, but just another aspect of yourself--can get very lonely. Bucky was the only person who had been remotely kind to Hairless Monkey in a long time.
The two of them sat in silence, Bucky gorging himself on fish, Hairless Monkey gnawed on one but spent most of his time watching Bucky suspiciously.
Eventually Bucky could eat no more and he started to return to the gravel lined shore.
"Not even a thank you," Hairless Monkey hissed after him.
Bucky completely oblivious continued on his way.
The next night went exactly the same and the night after. Bucky was once again getting into a rhythm that would keep him sane for the rest of the trip, (he hoped.)
Bucky hated water. He'd known this before, but now it was being driven home. He was sitting in a boat, a small boat, in a river, a very large and strong river, with a dwarf and an . . . and Legolas. There was no way Bucky was going to refer to Legolas as an elf, Gimli at least looked like a dwarf even if dwarves didn't exist either.
It was their first day out on the river, Bucky was miserable and so Legolas and Gimli were miserable as well.
Even Galadriel's gifts couldn't cheer him up. He rather liked the Lembas but still would have preferred tuna, Aragorn had decided that they should wear their cloaks at all times and Bucky's usually awkward movement was made even more so by the hindering piece of cloth. Gimli mentioned at least every hour that he had three golden hairs of the Lady of the Forest, all Bucky had gotten was a dagger, it was bright silver and glimmered in the sun but Bucky much preferred his claws.
Their first night on the bank of the river was cold and uncomfortable. Every which way Bucky lay there was gravel digging into his back. Finally he dozed off actually missing his drawer in the closet.
He was awoken by a sharp hiss near his right ear. He sat up slowly and looked around. It was Hairless Monkey!
"Fish?" Bucky asked quickly.
"Nasty creature won't even give us a hello."
"Hi," Bucky said. "Do you have fish? I've been surviving on Lembas for the past week." Which wasn't exactly true but there was no way Hairless Monkey could know that.
"Nasssty elves," Hairless Monkey stated.
"They aren't elves," Bucky muttered and then reiterated his previous question. "You have any fish?"
"Yes, yes. This way." He slunk a little ways off and Bucky followed eagerly.
Bucky didn't even wonder why Hairless Monkey had bothered to wake him and risk being discovered by the fellowship. Hairless Monkey himself wasn't exactly sure, but having only one friend--who isn't even really a friend, but just another aspect of yourself--can get very lonely. Bucky was the only person who had been remotely kind to Hairless Monkey in a long time.
The two of them sat in silence, Bucky gorging himself on fish, Hairless Monkey gnawed on one but spent most of his time watching Bucky suspiciously.
Eventually Bucky could eat no more and he started to return to the gravel lined shore.
"Not even a thank you," Hairless Monkey hissed after him.
Bucky completely oblivious continued on his way.
The next night went exactly the same and the night after. Bucky was once again getting into a rhythm that would keep him sane for the rest of the trip, (he hoped.)