Elizabeth: Ok, this one's been flying around my head for awhile *smirks* enjoy!
Meredith: *faceplams*
In the middle of nowhere, far, far from Rivendell. Nine randomly selected (heroes?) were pretty much just sitting in the midst of a mound of giant rocks as Gandalf and Aragorn forcefully spoke, (they were NOT agreeing I mean. . . arguing). The hobbits were being 'trained' by Boromir, who honestly was hating his life right about now, and was doing a pretty half-done job of it.
Legolas and Gimli had given up staring with resentment at each other after a couple long hours of waiting here, and were now ignoring each other with a vengeance.
Frodo, who was the only one by himself, was just staring off into the distance being depressed, and thinking sad things like, 'If I didn't come, and wasn't here, and none of this had come to me, I'd be in the Shire, well into fifth breakfast by now. . .'
It was then that it happened, something appeared over the horizon.
"What is that?" asked Sam, "And can we eat it maybe? I'm sick of eating-"
"It's a cloud," grunted Gimli without looking, "It's nothing impor-"
"Murder!" shouted Legolas calmly.
Everyone looked at him oddly, then panic broke out.
"Who's dead?!" everyone shouted.
The Elf squinted off into the distance, "My bad, they're not crows, they're Crebain from Dunland!" he corrected.
Everyone looked at him weird.
"A group of crows, my dear lost friends," began Gandalf, "Is called a murder."
The Fellowship sighed in relief.
"I was right worried there Mr. Gandalf sir," said Sam, "I had gotten to thinking that maybe poor Bill the pony was dead."
"Can we please address the oncoming threat, the Crebain from Dunland?" yelled Legolas.
"What did you call me?" began Aragorn, who was, in fact, from Dunland.
"Not you, those!" the elf gestured wildly at the sky, "Take cover!"
"Stop overreacting, Elf," said Gimli, "You said they were just crows."
"They are not crows, Dwarf, they are Crebain!" he paused, "From Dunland!"
"Big deal," Gimli huffed.
Aragorn rolled his eyes, "Are you both blind? Anyone can see that those are turkeys, and I'm not running from a bunch of turkeys."
"You call yourself a Ranger?" questioned Boromir, "Even I know that a group of turkeys is called a rafter. They are also not turkeys, but I do see a lot of chickens in the form of four hobbits, one man, one wizard, an elf, and a dwarf. Those are robins!"
"Quiet all of you!" said Gandalf, "They are clearly the eagles!"
"If they are eagles Mithrandir," said Legolas, "They are ill eagles, they fly like. . . oh I don't know, Crebain? From Dunland!"
"Why are they illegal?" asked Pippin.
"If they are illegal, why aren't they in jail?" added Merry.
"Can we eat them? Please?" added Sam.
And in the massive outburst from the wood-elf that would have made his father proud, the. . . uh. . . birds, flew over.