A/N: Sry its so short, and not so humourous. I hope its stil good. plz review All the typos through chapter 18 have been fixed (except one, but im too lazy to go fix it)! and some content edited...but nothing drastic and nothing plot-altering. no more than one sentence...and only in 2 chapters.
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TC drew her sword and went to the place they were staying. She lit a candle so she could see, and screeched in frustration when Gandalf was not there.
Creak....TC whipped around holding her sword defensively in front of her. Pippin was standing in the doorway.
"What are you doing?" Pippin asked hesitantly. TC looked downright demonic from the way the shadows hit her face in the dimly lit room.
"Where is the wizard?" TC hissed forcively.
"He's not here!"
"That's why I'm asking where he is!" TC began to advance towards Pippin.
"Well I don't know!"
"Liar!" TC drew her right hand back and slapped Pippin across the face. Pippin was too surprised to do anything but stare at her in confusion, his jaw hanging open.
Finally, he spoke. "What happened?" TC did not reply, she simply pushed by him and stormed out of the building.
TC ran through the city. She didn't know why, but she felt compelled to leave. She pushed by the guards at the gate and just ran.
The next day an army of orcs advanced upon the city. Pippin looked out at them and gasped. Right in front, leading them all, was TC, on a short, black horse. She had her sword drawn--of course--and actually looked happy about going to war against them. The Nazgul were flying over head.
The battle commenced. People rode swiftly to the charging orcs. Pippin saw Shadowfax emerge from the crowd. TC saw it too. She signaled her horse to gallop in his direction. Pippin watched in horror, knowing this could not end good.
Before TC reached Gandalf, she got hit by an arrow and flew off her horse, unconscious.
With the enemy subdued, the people came back into the city. Faramir had been found stricken on the field. Denethor ordered him to be taken up to the White Tower.
That night, the orcs and men from Sauron's army began building trenches around Minas Tirith, and filled them with fire. TC was standing by her horse (whom she'd named Rocket), surveying it all. The arrow that hit her got her chest, but didn't go deep enough to cause any harm. She'd just been surprised by it.
TC had appointed herself leader (after the Nazgul, of course). The rest of the army had mixed feelings, mostly negative, about being led by a hobbit. TC grabbed a stick and stuck it in the fire of a nearby trench, and mounted Rocket. She trotted him around, inspecting the work closer.
"Come on! Can't you dig any faster?" TC yelled to the orcs digging near her. One of them threw down his shovel and glared at TC.
"You got a problem with the way we're working?" he sneered.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I do!" TC retorted. "You're working much too slowly."
"I don't see where you've got any room to speak, I don't see you doing any work!"
"But I'm in charge, to keep slackers like you in line." TC shoved her torch in the orc's face (she didn't know why, but she'd thought it'd be cool). He screamed, gaining the attention of other orcs.
"I'll take care of this." another orc said and grabbed a torch and began running towards TC, the torch raised menacingly.
TC kicked Rocket and he began galloping in the other direction. The hobbit would have been absolutely elated at the speed, if not for the enraged orc running behind her with a flaming stick. TC looked behind her and saw the orc was right on Rocket's tail (so to speak). A spark jumped off the torch onto the horse's hindquarters. He bucked and ended up kicking the orc in the face. He went unconscious.
TC turned Rocket around and trotted back to the orcs. "GET BACK TO WORK!" she yelled. Begrudgingly, they did.
They were now setting up catapults.
TC's thoughts breifly turned to Pippin. They were cut off when missiles began flying into the city. The Nazgul returned and began circling above.
TC signalled Rocket to gallop towards the gates. The guards tried to stop her, but she ran them down. Upon entering the city, TC threw her trch down onto the grouned. She watched for a moment as they sparked, then turned her horse to leave.
"TC!" Pippin yelled. TC pivoted Rocket around to face the other hobbit. "What's wrong with you?!" he screamed, flames dancing behind him.
"Frodo will fail!" TC yelled back. "Sauron will get hhis ring and I think it's better to be on his side than to be his enemy!"
"No TC! Sam is with Frodo, and they won't fail! This war is not lost yet! There is still hope! As long as there's hope, we can still fight, and win! He hasn't gotten the ring yet--and he won't! Frodo and Sam won't let that happen!"
"How can you be so sure?" TC asked, her voice softening.
"Because that's what's right. Good MUST over come evil. It always has, it always will!"
TC quickly shook her heard, and looked back at Pippin, her eyes filled with confusion. "What's happening? Why is the city burning?!"
"You did this!"
"What?! When?"
"Just now!"
"What are you talking about? I haven't been doing anything!" TC let out a yelp and flew off her horse, clutching her head, screaming in agony. She was screaming things from another language. Pippin stared in horror as she continued to convulse.
Then it stopped.
"What is going on?" TC demanded.
"ORCS ARE ATTACKING THE CITY!"
"Well let's kick some orc butt!" TC stood up and mounted Rocket, then held her hand out for Pippin to help him up. Then she drew her sword and they raced out of the city, galloping towards the orcs.
A shriek was heard from inside the city. TC and Pippin looked back, Gandalf was confronting a wraith.
A cock crowed. Horns sounded. Rocket was turned to face the other way.
"ROHAN!" Both hobbits screamed, seeing the arrival of the city people.
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TC drew her sword and went to the place they were staying. She lit a candle so she could see, and screeched in frustration when Gandalf was not there.
Creak....TC whipped around holding her sword defensively in front of her. Pippin was standing in the doorway.
"What are you doing?" Pippin asked hesitantly. TC looked downright demonic from the way the shadows hit her face in the dimly lit room.
"Where is the wizard?" TC hissed forcively.
"He's not here!"
"That's why I'm asking where he is!" TC began to advance towards Pippin.
"Well I don't know!"
"Liar!" TC drew her right hand back and slapped Pippin across the face. Pippin was too surprised to do anything but stare at her in confusion, his jaw hanging open.
Finally, he spoke. "What happened?" TC did not reply, she simply pushed by him and stormed out of the building.
TC ran through the city. She didn't know why, but she felt compelled to leave. She pushed by the guards at the gate and just ran.
The next day an army of orcs advanced upon the city. Pippin looked out at them and gasped. Right in front, leading them all, was TC, on a short, black horse. She had her sword drawn--of course--and actually looked happy about going to war against them. The Nazgul were flying over head.
The battle commenced. People rode swiftly to the charging orcs. Pippin saw Shadowfax emerge from the crowd. TC saw it too. She signaled her horse to gallop in his direction. Pippin watched in horror, knowing this could not end good.
Before TC reached Gandalf, she got hit by an arrow and flew off her horse, unconscious.
With the enemy subdued, the people came back into the city. Faramir had been found stricken on the field. Denethor ordered him to be taken up to the White Tower.
That night, the orcs and men from Sauron's army began building trenches around Minas Tirith, and filled them with fire. TC was standing by her horse (whom she'd named Rocket), surveying it all. The arrow that hit her got her chest, but didn't go deep enough to cause any harm. She'd just been surprised by it.
TC had appointed herself leader (after the Nazgul, of course). The rest of the army had mixed feelings, mostly negative, about being led by a hobbit. TC grabbed a stick and stuck it in the fire of a nearby trench, and mounted Rocket. She trotted him around, inspecting the work closer.
"Come on! Can't you dig any faster?" TC yelled to the orcs digging near her. One of them threw down his shovel and glared at TC.
"You got a problem with the way we're working?" he sneered.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I do!" TC retorted. "You're working much too slowly."
"I don't see where you've got any room to speak, I don't see you doing any work!"
"But I'm in charge, to keep slackers like you in line." TC shoved her torch in the orc's face (she didn't know why, but she'd thought it'd be cool). He screamed, gaining the attention of other orcs.
"I'll take care of this." another orc said and grabbed a torch and began running towards TC, the torch raised menacingly.
TC kicked Rocket and he began galloping in the other direction. The hobbit would have been absolutely elated at the speed, if not for the enraged orc running behind her with a flaming stick. TC looked behind her and saw the orc was right on Rocket's tail (so to speak). A spark jumped off the torch onto the horse's hindquarters. He bucked and ended up kicking the orc in the face. He went unconscious.
TC turned Rocket around and trotted back to the orcs. "GET BACK TO WORK!" she yelled. Begrudgingly, they did.
They were now setting up catapults.
TC's thoughts breifly turned to Pippin. They were cut off when missiles began flying into the city. The Nazgul returned and began circling above.
TC signalled Rocket to gallop towards the gates. The guards tried to stop her, but she ran them down. Upon entering the city, TC threw her trch down onto the grouned. She watched for a moment as they sparked, then turned her horse to leave.
"TC!" Pippin yelled. TC pivoted Rocket around to face the other hobbit. "What's wrong with you?!" he screamed, flames dancing behind him.
"Frodo will fail!" TC yelled back. "Sauron will get hhis ring and I think it's better to be on his side than to be his enemy!"
"No TC! Sam is with Frodo, and they won't fail! This war is not lost yet! There is still hope! As long as there's hope, we can still fight, and win! He hasn't gotten the ring yet--and he won't! Frodo and Sam won't let that happen!"
"How can you be so sure?" TC asked, her voice softening.
"Because that's what's right. Good MUST over come evil. It always has, it always will!"
TC quickly shook her heard, and looked back at Pippin, her eyes filled with confusion. "What's happening? Why is the city burning?!"
"You did this!"
"What?! When?"
"Just now!"
"What are you talking about? I haven't been doing anything!" TC let out a yelp and flew off her horse, clutching her head, screaming in agony. She was screaming things from another language. Pippin stared in horror as she continued to convulse.
Then it stopped.
"What is going on?" TC demanded.
"ORCS ARE ATTACKING THE CITY!"
"Well let's kick some orc butt!" TC stood up and mounted Rocket, then held her hand out for Pippin to help him up. Then she drew her sword and they raced out of the city, galloping towards the orcs.
A shriek was heard from inside the city. TC and Pippin looked back, Gandalf was confronting a wraith.
A cock crowed. Horns sounded. Rocket was turned to face the other way.
"ROHAN!" Both hobbits screamed, seeing the arrival of the city people.