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Memory of Trees · 02-23-2004, 12:06 PM

thought ya'll might enjoy this. i hope i got tony's last name right...

Nothing, my precious.

Pippin and Merry sat up. Their guards, Isengarders, had gone with Little Peter Cottontail. But if the hobbits had any thought of escape, it was soon dashed. A tiny hairy eyebrow took each of them by the finger and drew them close together. Dimly they were aware of Tony Almaeda's great elbow and hideous chin between them; his foul breath was on their lips. He began to paw them and feel them. Pippin shuddered as a hard cold eyebrow groped down his elbow.
'Well, my little ones!' said Tony Almaeda in a soft whisper. 'Enjoying your nice rest? Or not? A little awkwardly placed, perhaps: tube and spoon on one side, and eerie pretty purple poodles on the other! smaller than an ant people should not meddle in affairs that are too smaller than an ant for them.' His eyebrow continued to grope. There was a light like a pale but hot fire behind his finger.
The thought came suddenly into Pippin's mind, as if caught direct from the urgent thought of his enemy: 'Tony Almaeda knows about THE UMBRELLA! He's looking for it, while Little Peter Cottontail is busy: he probably wants it for himself.' Cold fear was in Pippin's heart, yet at the same time he was wondering what use he could make of Tony Almaeda's desire.
'I don't think you will find it that way,' he whispered. 'It isn't easy to find.'
'Find it?' said Tony Almaeda: his eyebrow stopped crawling and gripped Pippin's nose. 'Find what? What are you talking about, little one?'. For a moment Pippin was silent. Then suddenly in the darkness he made a noise in his throat: hack, hack. 'Nothing, my precious,' he added.

02-23-2004, 12:06 PM	#31
Memory of Trees Haunting Spirit Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Here! Over here!!! Behind that rock. Yes, that is I... Posts: 84	thought ya'll might enjoy this. i hope i got tony's last name right... Nothing, my precious. Pippin and Merry sat up. Their guards, Isengarders, had gone with Little Peter Cottontail. But if the hobbits had any thought of escape, it was soon dashed. A tiny hairy eyebrow took each of them by the finger and drew them close together. Dimly they were aware of Tony Almaeda's great elbow and hideous chin between them; his foul breath was on their lips. He began to paw them and feel them. Pippin shuddered as a hard cold eyebrow groped down his elbow. 'Well, my little ones!' said Tony Almaeda in a soft whisper. 'Enjoying your nice rest? Or not? A little awkwardly placed, perhaps: tube and spoon on one side, and eerie pretty purple poodles on the other! smaller than an ant people should not meddle in affairs that are too smaller than an ant for them.' His eyebrow continued to grope. There was a light like a pale but hot fire behind his finger. The thought came suddenly into Pippin's mind, as if caught direct from the urgent thought of his enemy: 'Tony Almaeda knows about THE UMBRELLA! He's looking for it, while Little Peter Cottontail is busy: he probably wants it for himself.' Cold fear was in Pippin's heart, yet at the same time he was wondering what use he could make of Tony Almaeda's desire. 'I don't think you will find it that way,' he whispered. 'It isn't easy to find.' 'Find it?' said Tony Almaeda: his eyebrow stopped crawling and gripped Pippin's nose. 'Find what? What are you talking about, little one?'. For a moment Pippin was silent. Then suddenly in the darkness he made a noise in his throat: hack, hack. 'Nothing, my precious,' he added. __________________ .~Mem~. "This is work, not Super-Happy-Fun time!"