Alright, I swore early on that I'd never do something like this, but here I go . . . NO ONE'S REVIEWING! Should I bother continuing? There are other fics that require my attention too . . . so, is anyone still reading? Let me know.

Bucky was once again . . . stuck on a horse, had been for the past two days. He'd been managing to sit patiently for the last three minutes, but he couldn't take it anymore, he let forth with a wail of, "I wanna get off! Just leave me here."
Gandalf ignored him.
Pippin was busy snoring in his ear.
This was not the first time Bucky had made such a plea. The first two times Gandalf had patiently (sort of) explained to him that it would be more dangerous for him in the woods than it would in Minas Tirith and that he should learn from his most recent blunder, both times this had caused quite a stir, as Bucky was adamant that he hadn't done anything, and Gandalf was sure that he had. Anyway, after the first two demands Gandalf had decided the best course of action was simply to ignore Bucky. Gandalf had been trying very hard to do this for the past day and a half.
Pippin had awoken sporadically and asked questions that Bucky couldn't have cared less about. But Gandalf would go on and on, explaining to him in minute detail what Nazgul meant, or why Aragorn hadn't returned before now to claim the crown. Whenever Bucky asked a question Gandalf would either answer it with a curt yes or no, or pretend he had not heard it.
Pippin was still snoring. He snored louder than Satchel.
"I WANNA GET OFF!"
No response.
"If I make enough of a racket don't you think I'll make someone notice me?" Bucky asked. "I could draw trouble to us. Let me off!"
"I would very much like to, Bucky Katt."
"Then why don't you?"
"You will come to Minas Tirith."
"I don't wanna!"
"That is your ill luck."
"No, it's your stupid luck. There's no reason you need to drag me along. Let me off!" This was the longest conversation the two of them had had on this ride and Bucky was not about to let it stop, so when Gandalf didn't respond he continued. "This whole stupid quest thing is a waste of time. Doesn't Frodo have what ever we need? Why are you bothering riding around everywhere when we could just sit and wait and let him deal with it?"
Gandalf sighed but did not respond.
"And even if YOU are determined to go on this pointless journey to some messed up city that's supposed to have a king but the king is to lazy to bother reclaiming it, then go ahead. Tire yourself out, waste your time. I've got things I want to be doing. Let me off! There's no reason for me to be here, you don't like me, I don't like you. You're even worse than a ferret," Bucky said, the idea dawning on him all the sudden; he thought it was a rather good analogy, actually he thought it was a rather good compare- thingy, but that's not the point. "Anyway," he picked up his rant from where he'd left off. "I don't need to be here, and I know you don't want me here so . . . let me off! I'm just gonna keep talking until you answer me or, let me off! So you might as well do something because—"
"Are we there yet?" Pippin had woken up.
"No," Gandalf said. "We should reach Minas Tirith at mid-morning tomorrow."
"See, that's what I mean," Bucky said, ignoring the interruption. "Who talks like that? Mid-morning? Pshee, I die and come back to life, I used to wear a dorky looking hat, I say mid-morning. Why won't you LET ME OFF!"
"Is Bucky all right?" Pippin asked quietly, looking back at Gandalf.
"He is Bucky," Gandalf said simply.
"Course I'm Bucky, who else would I be? I'm Bucky, and I'm being dragged all over the place by horse after horse after horse, and I never actually get to ride with someone interesting. I'm always stuck with you, or Aragorn, the idiot who won't reclaim his kingdom and . . . "Bucky continued to rant.
"Can we get him to stop?" Pippin asked.
"I do not know."
"He's getting annoying."
"You're one to talk," Bucky countered. "If I'm annoying you're annoyinger, dropping that helmet down the well, getting captured by orcs, and besides that, it's your fault I'm here. If you hadn't dragged me along to the stupid council thing then the stupid elf guy—who really isn't an elf because he's too tall—wouldn't have assumed that I wanted to come, which I don't. Let me off! I've got all these orcs trying to kill me and it's been who knows how long since I've had any tuna. I really don't understand why I'm here. I don't think you do either. You just—"
"QUIET!"
Bucky stopped abruptly. Whether Gandalf had forced magic into his words or whether his voice was simply commanding enough to shut Bucky up was beyond Pippin. All he knew was that Bucky stayed quiet until mid- morning the next day.