So, once again, who should Bucky go with? I'm awfully tempted to send
him off with Gandalf and Pippin but I think him and Gimli in the paths of
the dead would be hilarious. Any opinions?
Merry and Pippin were alive! They were alive and they were eating and drinking in what appeared to be absolute contentment!
Bucky wanted to kill them. Here he was, stuck on the back of a horse for the THIRD time and Merry and Pippin were sitting atop a pile of rubble eating and drinking!
He was about to leap from the horse he was sharing with Aragorn to claw their eyes out when Gimli exploded. He started yelling at the two hobbits at the top of his lungs, they just grinned down at him. The sight calmed Bucky's temper to the point where Aragorn could keep him in check.
Of course then everyone who had ridden with them to Isengard had to be introduced and Merry got rather long winded. Bucky was preparing to leap at him again when a tree walked up.
Bucky paused to ponder what he had just thought. A tree walked up. A TREE walked up. A tree WALKED up. That didn't make any sense. He looked around the horse's neck. It was still standing there, a tree. A tree had walked up and was now standing there . . . talking! It was a walking, talking tree.
Bucky was having an amazing amount of trouble wrapping his mind around this. One to many preposterous things had happened, elves being tall, okay he could deal with that, nasty orc things trying to kill him, it wasn't pleasant but . . . a huge creature made of fire and shadow, well his brain still hadn't exactly accepted that but, he was dealing with it. Finally he regained his wits enough to demand, "What the heck are you?"
Gandalf stopped mid-sentance to glare at him and the walking talking tree looked down kindly.
"I, am an ent," the walking talking tree said proudly.
"Like that helps me. An ent," Bucky snorted. "What's an ent?"
"A tree herder," Pippin chimed in helpfully. "A shepherd of the trees." Merry grinned at him, he loved it when Pippin actually remembered what he said.
"You herd trees?" Bucky said. "That's got to be the lamest thing I've ever heard. Trees don't move, do they?"
The ent looked down at him benignly, "The trees are growing dark, and dangerous, their hearts are filled with malice. We must--"
"Aw, save it," Bucky said. "Can we go now?"
Gandalf's glare redoubled and then broke away, "Lead the way to Orthanc, Master Treebeard."
And so they rode even further into the ruins, for what reason Bucky was at a loss to explain.
He hated to admit it but he was fascinated by this tree. He watched the way it moved and listened to how it spoke. This was something he could put into the context of his world, to some extent anyway. Finally he decided to have a closer look and so when they stopped for Gandalf to talk some more about Isengard and failing power and filth and blah, blah, blah, Bucky took it as his chance to jump from Brego's saddle to Treebeard's leg.
Treebeard felt the mildest of sensations and bent down to brush away what ever had caused it, Bucky saw the large hand looming toward him and yelped. Making a mad leap to Treebeard's other leg.
Merry began to laugh as Bucky tried desperately to avoid Treebeard's attempts at ridding himself of Bucky.
Finally Bucky managed to scramble up on to Treebeard's shoulder where he yowled at him. Trying to ignore the fact that all of the gathered company were at least smiling by this point.
"What do you want little cat?" Treebeard asked, unaware that Bucky was the sensation he had been trying to brush off.
Bucky realized he wasn't quite sure and began to feel even more foolish, it was not a feeling he relished. He hissed at Treebeard and was about to head back down, he stopped aprubtly. How was he going to get down? Why was this stupid ent-thing so tall? He would not stoop so low as to ask for help so he sat there for a moment, trying to decide what to do.
"Come down, Imbecile of a Cat, we do not have all day!" Gandalf called up at him. He was then immediately distracted by Pippin's escapade.
"Come on, Bucky!" Gimli yelled. "Ya can do it."
Bucky looked down again, and then over at Treebeard. He couldn't do it. There was no way he was going to get down unaided. So he settled himself on Treebeard's shoulder to wait the rest of them out, someone would come up with an idea eventually.
It was only a moment later when Treebeard reached up, lifted him off his shoulder and set him back down on Brego.
Gandalf muttered something under his breath and then looked up to Treebeard, "I entrust Isengard to you Master ent, we must be on our way."
And so, they rode off again.
Merry and Pippin were alive! They were alive and they were eating and drinking in what appeared to be absolute contentment!
Bucky wanted to kill them. Here he was, stuck on the back of a horse for the THIRD time and Merry and Pippin were sitting atop a pile of rubble eating and drinking!
He was about to leap from the horse he was sharing with Aragorn to claw their eyes out when Gimli exploded. He started yelling at the two hobbits at the top of his lungs, they just grinned down at him. The sight calmed Bucky's temper to the point where Aragorn could keep him in check.
Of course then everyone who had ridden with them to Isengard had to be introduced and Merry got rather long winded. Bucky was preparing to leap at him again when a tree walked up.
Bucky paused to ponder what he had just thought. A tree walked up. A TREE walked up. A tree WALKED up. That didn't make any sense. He looked around the horse's neck. It was still standing there, a tree. A tree had walked up and was now standing there . . . talking! It was a walking, talking tree.
Bucky was having an amazing amount of trouble wrapping his mind around this. One to many preposterous things had happened, elves being tall, okay he could deal with that, nasty orc things trying to kill him, it wasn't pleasant but . . . a huge creature made of fire and shadow, well his brain still hadn't exactly accepted that but, he was dealing with it. Finally he regained his wits enough to demand, "What the heck are you?"
Gandalf stopped mid-sentance to glare at him and the walking talking tree looked down kindly.
"I, am an ent," the walking talking tree said proudly.
"Like that helps me. An ent," Bucky snorted. "What's an ent?"
"A tree herder," Pippin chimed in helpfully. "A shepherd of the trees." Merry grinned at him, he loved it when Pippin actually remembered what he said.
"You herd trees?" Bucky said. "That's got to be the lamest thing I've ever heard. Trees don't move, do they?"
The ent looked down at him benignly, "The trees are growing dark, and dangerous, their hearts are filled with malice. We must--"
"Aw, save it," Bucky said. "Can we go now?"
Gandalf's glare redoubled and then broke away, "Lead the way to Orthanc, Master Treebeard."
And so they rode even further into the ruins, for what reason Bucky was at a loss to explain.
He hated to admit it but he was fascinated by this tree. He watched the way it moved and listened to how it spoke. This was something he could put into the context of his world, to some extent anyway. Finally he decided to have a closer look and so when they stopped for Gandalf to talk some more about Isengard and failing power and filth and blah, blah, blah, Bucky took it as his chance to jump from Brego's saddle to Treebeard's leg.
Treebeard felt the mildest of sensations and bent down to brush away what ever had caused it, Bucky saw the large hand looming toward him and yelped. Making a mad leap to Treebeard's other leg.
Merry began to laugh as Bucky tried desperately to avoid Treebeard's attempts at ridding himself of Bucky.
Finally Bucky managed to scramble up on to Treebeard's shoulder where he yowled at him. Trying to ignore the fact that all of the gathered company were at least smiling by this point.
"What do you want little cat?" Treebeard asked, unaware that Bucky was the sensation he had been trying to brush off.
Bucky realized he wasn't quite sure and began to feel even more foolish, it was not a feeling he relished. He hissed at Treebeard and was about to head back down, he stopped aprubtly. How was he going to get down? Why was this stupid ent-thing so tall? He would not stoop so low as to ask for help so he sat there for a moment, trying to decide what to do.
"Come down, Imbecile of a Cat, we do not have all day!" Gandalf called up at him. He was then immediately distracted by Pippin's escapade.
"Come on, Bucky!" Gimli yelled. "Ya can do it."
Bucky looked down again, and then over at Treebeard. He couldn't do it. There was no way he was going to get down unaided. So he settled himself on Treebeard's shoulder to wait the rest of them out, someone would come up with an idea eventually.
It was only a moment later when Treebeard reached up, lifted him off his shoulder and set him back down on Brego.
Gandalf muttered something under his breath and then looked up to Treebeard, "I entrust Isengard to you Master ent, we must be on our way."
And so, they rode off again.