Chapter 6: Edge of Dusk (Edge of Night)

We kissed passionately under the trunk of the mighty oak. A light heavy pressure rolled on and off my body. We two souls fornicated in a soft manly fashion under the hot summer sun.

He collapsed on top of me. His sweat drenched hair was the fiery colour of my passion. We breathed in perfection unison. Cool air cascaded through our nostrils and into our heavy lungs.

"Sooo…" I whispered in my sexy seductive Susan Boil voice.

"Yes?" He breathed back; sounding almost like the highly classed comedian Fred (he had an Irish accent).

I paused, taking in this perfect moment. The grass around us was lush and vibrant, its faint sweet scent dancing throughout the air. Small insects were entwined in my long silky noir waves of hair. They nested in the layers and chirped a cheerful song in choir.

"What's your name, Bumble Bee?" I asked sensually.

His cheeks flushed with pink roses.

"Applepip" He blurted out. Absolutely Aderpable

"I'm Oak!" bellowed the tree behind us. I gazed up in wonder towards the source of the sound.

"Guys, guys! Can you believe it?" She cried ecstatically

Applepip and I exchanged puzzled expressions.

"The really really really REALLY hotastic Legolas who makes me legless – or should I say rootless – with fair tanned skin that has no blemishes in sight has returned to Middle Earth on his private company jet"

Applepip put his hand gently on my shoulder.

"Uh…Dusk" He inquired sheepishly. "Can we go to the mountain to look at the hole, please? I want to have a look in daylight".

I nodded and took his hand. We skipped into the sunset for a while, but then I got depressed again so I started to drag me feet.

We stood on the edge of the vast and gaping crater of Mount Doom. In the midst of the abyss that lay within was hot and sticky lava, churning with the fury of the destroyed ring of power. It almost seemed to be spitting "Damn you, Frodoe" at the walls. I gulped and turned my attention to Applepip.

"Dusk, look!" He squealed, pointing to the sharp gash in the sky.

A giant blue alicorn was diving for the slope, clinging onto her back for dear life was two, sandy haired midgets.

"Why it's Rainbow Fern" Applepip exclaimed.

I raised an eyebrow. He knows this creature?

The majestic mare planted her hooves firmly on the rocky mountain and whipped her forest green mane back, hitting one of the short arses in the face.

"Ow!" It exclaimed.

"Pippine, you're such a child" One laughed.

"Hey, I'm only 29!" The other argued.

The alicorn – Rainbow Fern – shook her head and smiled, then turned to Applepip.

"My, my my… What's happened here then?" She asked, scanning the boy.

Applepip shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, "Nobody knows. Everyone just swapped genders last night all at once!"

One of the pint sizes eyes widened with shock – the young one. He nudged the other one and they stared intently at each other. Then, they both burst into laughter.

Rainbow swiftly lifted her back hooves and propelled them vigorously at the two; each had a hoof hitting them abruptly in the stomach, sending them both cartwheeling through the cool mountain air.

"Frodoe is in a critical condition and you're laughing at the fact that he is now a girl!" She snapped at them, knocking the two over once more with her tail. "Now introduce yourselves!" She ordered.

Dusting the dirt off this shirt, one stepped forward. He cleared his throat and bowed. He had shoulder length curly hair which was the colour of the perfect clean sand on a Midsummers day. His chocolate honey skin was pulled tightly over his supa fit body, without a single imperfection or wrinkle. His nose was long and straight and his lips were youthfully plump and light, pulled wide with laughter and joy across his face. He wore a long green velvet coat which went down to his knees and matched it with a loose cream shirt and soft brown breeches. On his large and fluffy feet he wore no shoes…he was a hobbit.

"Peregrine Tooke, at your service my fair lady" he said as he bowed low to the ground.

"Dusk Moonlightio" I replied depressedly.

"Applepip Conka" My companion piped up.

The other hobbit stepped forward and bowed in the same way as the other one. This one was older than the first. His hair was darker; more a colour of pine than sand, but it was equally curly and long, hanging in tangled tassels as he bowed to us. He looked very similar to the first, almost as if he were an older cousin. However, his mouth was thinner and darker, frowning slightly due to months of anguish. His skin looked dryer and contained a few creases, but he was still blatantly rather young. He wore no coat, rather a worn teal cloak on top of a faded butter yellow waistcoat with an off-white shirt underneath that flowed around his body as though it was meant to fit a larger hobbit. He wore cream breeches rather than brown ones that hung loosely off him.

"Meriadoce Brandybucke, your humble servant" He spoke.

We again introduced ourselves.

Rainbow Fern then spoke with an impatient tone, "Come on, the hospital won't stay open forever!"

"Why don't you two come along" Pippine cried enthusiastically.

We all clambered onto the Alicorn's strong back. I tightly wound by hands around Rainbow Fern's neck. Applepip clutched at my shirt with Merrye and Pippine behind her.

The alicorn threw her head back and galloped, picking up speed. We on her back bounced and held on for dear life, then, unexpectedly, Rainbow kicked the ground away with her powerful hooves, taking into the sky and spreading her wide and mighty winds. The sharp wind stung at my face, delicately breezing through my long hair. It twirled in the wind like a plastic bag, not even touching Applepip's soft face.

Merrye and Pippine staggered through the winding hallways of the hospital. A sickly yellow light shone from the hundreds of hanging lights. The smell of death filled the air and charged into our hearts, making me giggle.

Then we stopped in our tracks before the dark red door, it was slightly ajar and whispering voices echoed from behind it.

I reached forward and touched the door slightly with my delicate sugar coloured hand. I pushed the door forward then crept in. Inside the small hospital room was four people: A dark haired hobbit lying in the bed, her midday sky blue eyes wide and vibrant; another, muscular hobbit sat on a stood neck to her bed, one of his large tanned hands resting on top of one of hers, the other rested lightly on the side of her pale, delicate face; A tall blonde guy leaned on the wall at the corner of the room, chatting quietly with a Morgan Freeman voice to a girl sitting on an armchair whose hair was all tucked into a stylish beanie. As soon as our party entered, they all turned and started intently at us.

"Merrye! Pippine!" The hobbit in the bed erupted with glee.

"Frodoe?!" They gasped, bounding up and onto the bed.

There were, however, other, strange people in the small hospital room. Leaning against the wall was a towering, toned girl whose hair was all hidden away by a noir beanie hat. She wore clothes that hung loosely off her joints and flowed out onto the tiled floor. The girl looked uncomfortable and kept shifting her wieight, tugging on the clothes in an attempt to keep them up.

Must have not have gotten the chance to change clothes once he became a she I thought.

Sitting on another visiting chair was an extremely tall boy. He had stylish golden hair that shone with the light of a million scented candles. His bronze skin glowed like that of a God's under the harsh light. His attire was laughable: he wore a tight red dress that clearly was preventing him from breathing.

In the corner, I noted, was a matching pair of high heels.

The boy in the dress cleared his throat.

"Mr Bagginse – err, Miss Bagginse, I would like to ask you a few questions. It's for my schools paper you see."

She gave the boy a puzzled expression but nodded.

"Go on then, Mr…?"

"Oh, sorry! My name is Ocean Dove Delphina Destiny Angelo. So for starters, Where were you before you fell?"

"Ummm, let's see. I was –"

"I'm sorry Mr Angelo, but Madame Frodoe is like super weak and tired, so there is no time for these questions; she needs her rest" Said the kickstand who was holding her hand.

"Oh, Same, I'm fine. Never better!" Assured Frodoe

"I can see that you're not like totally fine, Frodoe! Your eyes have never been so weary – not even after a night of the heavy drinking of ales have you looked like this!" Snapped Same.

Frodoe went to sit up in her bed to prove she was fine, but Same placed a firm hand on her chest and pushed her down. His face went bright red when he realised that he had touched Frodoe's boobs.

"Oh forgive me, I did not mean to at all, Miss Frodoe! I'm just not used to you being… a women!"

Before Frodoe had time to reply, five doctors heavily armed with guns barged into the room and shoved me to the ground. I looked up with blured eyes to see the girl in the black beanie being grabbed then dragged out of the room, kicking and screaming. She must have been very strong, because the men were clearly struggling. The blond man – Ocean went screaming after them like a bullet shot out of a kettle, but an army of nurses grabbed him and held him in restraint .

What they were about to do to the girl with the nori beanie would not be pleasant.

TUNE IN NEXT TIME, FOLKS

"ROAR!"