This story is satire. It picks fun

at the Lord of the Rings and

some of the people from school,

but please do not take offence,

or else the sheep will get out.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hobbits are small folk. They aren’t short, like dwarves, but they are just small. One sunny day three of these hobbits were walking through their garden. They were talking amongst themselves about the lack of adventure in their life. Steven was the most adventurous of the three and was telling the others imagined tales of far away places and heroic deeds that awaited them. Kahu, the strongest of the three hobbits, was not so sure. He liked the peaceful life. He firmly believed that Hobbits belonged where they belonged. The third member of the party was Rowan, who was also talking, but no one was listening.

Suddenly their conversation was interrupted as a man rode in on his trusty steed. The three hobbits recognized him immediately. He was the famous wizard who often passed through the area. His horse was known as Yamaha. The Hobbits didn’t know what that meant, but they all recognised its unique legs that moved so fast that they looked like wheels.

The wizard rode up besides them. “Have any of you hobbits seen Bilbo?” he asked. Rowan stopped talking (a rare event) for a second and then started again, “He’s in the house.” The wizard nodded and rode off.

 

 

The wizard entered the house slowly. Inside was an unusually large hobbit. This hobbit, known as Bilbo Basset, was a good friend of the wizard. “Hullo?” asked the wizard.

“Ah, hello Gandreworf!” said Bilbo, who was also called Kyle, “I was hoping you’d come.”

“I got your express pigeon. What was it you have discovered?” asked the wizard.

“Look at this,” Bilbo said, retrieving a bracelet from his pocket.

The wizard looked at the bracelet, “It doesn’t look like much,” he announced.

“Watch this!” said Bilbo and put the bracelet on. Suddenly Bilbo disappeared. He stayed that way for a few minutes and then took the bracelet off.

“Trippy! An invisible bracelet!” said Gandreworf with a smile.

“Yeah, but look,” Bilbo turned the bracelet over and showed Gandreworf the writing on the back. “It’s called Fear.”

“Lots of people name weapons and things,” Gandreworf said, “but you may be right. Maybe this is part of the ancient saying.”

“What saying?” asked Steven, who had just arrived. Behind him crowded Kahu and Rowan.

“The four bracelets of the Dark Side. First there is Fear, and Fear leads to Anger, and Anger leads to Hate, and Hate leads to Suffering. When someone has all four bracelets they will be able to wield the Dark Side,” explained Gandreworf.

“What is the Dark Side?” asked Rowan, who wasn’t overly bright.

“It is the worst evil thing you can think of,” said Gandreworf, and he did not explain further.

“Oh,” said Steven.

“We must destroy this bracelet before anyone can collect them all,” said Gandreworf.

“How?” asked Bilbo.

“By throwing it into the rubbish bin that lies on the summit of the Towering Mountain,” explained Gandreworf.

“Then we must go at once!” exclaimed Steven, who was the adventurous one. Kahu tried to stop him, but failed.

“Very good, I am glad you feel that way,” Gandreworf said with a smile, “I brought you all some weapons for the journey.”

 

 

 

 

The four hobbits stood outside as Gandreworf unloaded a bundle from off the back of Yamaha, his horse. The wizard then proceeded to hand out the various items to the hobbits.

To Steven he gave a bow and arrow and a small dagger. Steve accepted these with a smile.

To Kahu was given a valiant sword with the name of “Bee-Sting.” It was a good weapon that would serve him in many battles.

To Rowan was given a talking sword. “As you like to talk, this sword will talk for you if your mouth ever stops.” It never got used.

And to Bilbo Basset was given a sword with the name of “Nardia” and a soccer ball with the name of “Regent”. Bilbo liked the soccer ball better.

Gandreworf mounted his steed and they all started in the direction of the Towering Mountain.

 

 

 

 

Gandreworf found the trip was going much slower than he had expected. Although his horse could go much faster, the hobbits were only walking, and so he had to stay at their pace.

They had been marching for over four hours and only stopped for six different meals (hobbits liked to eat).  They had stopped for a seventh when they heard a sound. Suddenly they were surrounded by one man. When they looked closer they realised it wasn’t a man. It was shorter. To start with they thought it was a dwarf. Then they realised it wasn’t. Then they realised it was a stump they were looking at.

Then a dwarf jumped out from behind the stump. He lifted his battle-axe in challenge. “Who goes there?” he demanded.

“How should I know? We go here, not there,” said Gandreworf.

“Good point,” said the dwarf and lowered his axe.

“And who are you?” asked Gandreworf.

“I am Eric the Bold!” proclaimed the dwarf.

“And what were you doing behind that stump?” queried Bilbo.

“I was talking to my Ex,” explained the dwarf.

“Oh, you’re divorced?” asked Rowan.

“No, this is Ex,” said the dwarf, lifting his axe. “My axe is named Ex.”

“Oh,” said Gandreworf, “we are going on an important quest. Would you like to join us? We could use a sturdy dwarf and his hardy battle axe.”

“Where are you going?” asked Eric.

“To the Towering Mountain,”

“Sounds interesting. Why are you going?” asked Eric.

“To dispose of some jewellery.” Said Bilbo.

“Ah, a noble purpose. I shall certainly join you, good fellows,” said Eric.

 

 

 

 

The group now numbered five, and they continued to proceed toward the Towering Mountain. They had been journeying for one day when they met their first major obstacle.

The rounded a bend in the track and found their way barred by a massive troll. On either side of the troll stood a few orcs.

“Hullo,” said Gandreworf, “ would you mind awfully letting us past?”

One of the orcs strode forward. “I have been sent by my master to arrest you,” it said.

“Oh bother,” said Kahu.

“Please let us past,” begged Rowan.

“Only if you can defeat our troll!” proclaimed the orc.

“We accept the challenge,” said Gandreworf.

“Let me try!” yelled Bilbo. He kicked the soccer ball, which was named Regent, at the beast. It bounced off with no effect.

“Let me show you how it’s done!” yelled Eric the dwarf.

He raced to meet the troll and swung his axe. He planned to use Ex to chop off the troll’s head, but he was too short and only chopped off a leg. This annoyed the troll and he crawled off to sulk.

The orcs were also very annoyed. “You are still under arrest. Our master, the One who Reeks, has ordered us to kill you all!” The orcs began to attack.

The hobbits, dwarf, and wizard drew their weapons and joined the battle. Eric’s “Ex” and Kahu’s “Bee-sting” killed most of the orcs, while Bilbo’s “Nardia”, Steven’s bow, and Gandreworf’s staff killed the others.

They waited long enough for Bilbo to retrieve his soccer ball before continuing.

 

 

 

 

It wasn’t long before they can across another creature. It was an elf. Unlike hobbits and dwarves, elves are not small. They are generally tall, lean, and wise. This one was tall and lean.

“Can we eat him?” asked Rowan, who was a hungry hobbit.

“No, I’m a vegetarian,” replied Eric the dwarf.

The elf got up and walked over.

“Hello, I am James Grogaway, the mythical legendary elf!” it said.

The others introduced themselves.

“Where are you going?” asked James.

They told him.

“I’ll come too,” he said, “I just had a gas leak and this place smells!”

They blocked their noses and kept walking.

 

 

 

The group had proceeded a short distance when they heard a roar. It came from behind some bushes. Suddenly, before anyone could react, a wolf leapt out and charged at James. James let out a yell and ran up a tree to escape. The wolf pawed the ground beneath and waited for him to fall down.

Eric, the dwarf, slowly approached the wolf. Eric liked animals. He patted the wolf and became friends with it. “I shall call you Musta!” he said.

And from then on, Musta was part of the group.

James fell out of the tree.

 

 

 

 

Night was getting close and the group started looking for somewhere to sleep. They came across an empty abandoned hut with someone living inside. They knocked on the door.

“Hello? Who is it?” asked the man inside.

“It’s just us,” said Rowan.

“Oh, then come inside for a while,” said the man.

The group all entered the hut, except Musta, who stood guard. They gathered around a fire and the hobbits ate another meal.

“So, what is your name?” asked Gandreworf.

“I’m not sure, I think I forgot,” replied the man, “I think I was Dandal Whitetrack. Ever since I hit my head I can’t remember anything.”

“How did you hit your head?” asked James.

“I can’t remember, I think I was bungee jumping off the moon,” said the man.

“Sounds like fun,” said Gandreworf.

“Yeah, maybe I should try it sometime,” said the man.

 

 

 

The group spent the night at the hut and then, after three breakfasts, bid their host goodbye. They continued to walk toward the Towering Mountain.

As they walked, they began to talk. They asked James what type of weapon he had. He told them, that like most elves, he had a bow and arrow. He said he was very good with it.

When they stopped for another meal, James drew a target on a nearby tree and tried to hit it with his arrow. He missed by a mile. He tried again. He missed again.

“It would help if you turned around and faced the tree,” said Kahu. James tried that, but still missed.

Steven picked up his bow and arrow. “Let me try,” he said. Steven pulled his bow taught and let an arrow fly. The arrow landed straight in the centre of the target.

“Show off,” said James.

“Ouch!” said the tree.

“Errr… Trees don’t normally say that, do they?” asked Steven.

“No,” said the tree, “I am an Ent.”

“You are a what?” asked Rowan.

“I am an Ent, a walking, talking tree,” said the tree.

“We’re hobbits,” said the hobbits.

“I’m a dwarf,” said Eric.

“I’m an elf,” said James.

“I’m a wizard,” said Gandreworf.

“Woof” said Musta.

 

 

 

The tree said its name was Tahi. “Hello Tahi,” said the hobbits. They asked him if he would like to come with them on their quest.

“No, I’m much too busy, but if you ever need help, just call.” Said Tahi.

Suddenly Musta saw a rabbit and chased it. Eric saw Musta leave and chased him. Tahi saw Eric leave and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll get him back for you.”

Tahi started running after Eric. Tahi ran like a tree, which he was.

 

 

Eventually the rabbit went down a hole that Musta couldn’t. Eric caught up with him and panted, he was exhausted. “I’ll have to teach you to chase only vegetables.”

Tahi came lumbering up behind them. “Oh, there you are, you’d better head back,” he said.

“Not yet, I’m too tired,” said Eric.

“Follow me to my house,” said Tahi, “I’ll give you a drink.”

When they got to Tahi’s house, Tahi gave Eric a cup with funny looking water in it.

“It’s an Ent-drink,” said Tahi, “It will make you grow big and tall.”

Eric drank it all.

 

 

 

 

Meanwhile, the rest of the group had kept walking. James began to get very annoyed with the way Rowan kept talking all the time. He got so frustrated that he got a piece of cloth and gagged Rowan so he couldn’t talk.

Then Rowan’s sword started talking instead. James tried to gag it too, but he just cut his fingers.

Suddenly Tahi, Eric, and Musta bounded onto the track. Everyone looked at Eric in amazement.

“By George! I think you’ve grown! Now you’re just short, not very-very short,” said Gandreworf.

“Yeah, it was the drink Tahi gave me that did it,” Eric explained.

“Well, drink some more and get as big as us,” said James.

“He used it all up getting this big,” explained Tahi.

 

 

 

They said goodbye to Tahi and kept going. Suddenly a group of orcs jumped in front of them.

“Boo!” said the orcs.

“Boo!” said Eric.

One of the orcs died from fright.

The other orcs spoke to the group of travellers, “We have orders from our master, the One who Reeks, that say we have to arrest you.”

“Some other orcs already tried that,” said Kahu, “and they had a troll as well, but we killed them.”

“Oh,” said the orcs, clearly discouraged, “We will try to arrest you anyway. If you manage to defeat us, you will be caught when the orcs and their allies join forces.”

“Who are your allies?” asked Rowan.

“We’re not allowed to tell you that our allies are the axe-throwing trolls and the goblins,” said the orcs.

“Pity,” said Rowan.

“Well, pleased to meet you and all, but now we are going to kill you,” said the orcs and they began to attack.

Eric ran ahead and chopped one orc in half, “Hey, look at that, I can reach their waist now, before I could only get their legs.”

Kahu drew his sword, Bee-sting, and joined his friend in battle.

Musta charged and ate one of the orcs (he was hungry).

James put an arrow in his bow, but accidentally shot himself in the foot.

 

 

 

 

The battle was swift, but quick. The orcs were all killed and none of the travellers were injured.

“Well, what now?” asked Steven.

“We should try and tell the king that the orcs are allying with the goblins and the trolls,” said Bilbo, “It isn’t far out of our way.”

“I agree,” said Gandreworf.

 

 

 

 

The group walked (Gandreworf rode Yamaha) toward the fortress of Hardhat. “We are getting close now,” said Gandreworf.

Suddenly a human guard jumped onto the road. “Who goes there?” it demanded.

“We do!” said Rowan.

“Good to meet a truthful chap for once,” said the guard. “What do you want?”

“We want to talk to the king of Hardhat,” said Gandreworf.

“Oh, follow me,” said the guard.

 

 

 

They entered a largish room and walked toward a throne where a man sat, probably the king. Everyone bowed except Eric (he was short enough anyway).

“What can I do for you, good sirs?” asked King Isaac.

“Who’s he talking to?” asked Rowan.

“Us, I think,” said Steven.

“We have some important news,” said Gandreworf, “The orcs are joining forces and allying with the trolls and goblins.”

“Huh! We beat them to that!” said King Isaac, “We allied with the elves and the dwarves!”

“Really?” said Eric and James, “No one told us.”

“Hang on a second,” said Steven, “I thought the orcs already worked with the trolls.”

“Only the orc-trolls,” said King Isaac, “There are different kinds of trolls. The cave trolls live in caves and can’t come into the sunlight without turning into stone, and the axe-thrower trolls are smaller, but smarter and deadly with a throwing axe.”

“Oh,” said Steven, “what’s for lunch?”

 

 

 

The travellers ate a hearty meal with the King of Hardhat and were suddenly interrupted when the Queen of the Elves walked in.

“Hello,” said King Isaac.

The Queen nodded but did not say anything.

The hobbits, wizard, dwarf, and elf introduced themselves.

“Bow before me,” demanded the Queen, I am Rihanna, Queen of the Elves!”

James tried to bow, but fell over.

Riahana turned to King Isaac, “The elves are assembled; we are ready to fight.”

“Good, good,” said the King.

Suddenly they were interrupted again as a scruffy looking dwarf entered the room, “I am Ryan, chief of the dwarves, all the dwarvish battle squads and demo teams are present and accounted for.”

“Good, good,” said the King.

A human guard entered, “All your soldiers are armed and ready to go, my liege.”

“Good, good,” said the King.

“Can’t you say anything else?” said Rowan.

 

 

 

 

The combined army of the dwarves, elves, and humans began to march toward the orcish fortress of Bigwhole. “We go to victory!” said the King.

“For the Alliance!” said everyone else.

And they all started marching.

 

 

 

The travellers followed the army for a while, but then Eric said he knew a short-cut. “Dwarves like tunnels, and I know a tunnel that goes from here almost all the way to Bigwhole,” he proclaimed.

“Is it quicker than this way?” asked Gandreworf.

“Maybe,” said Eric.

“Well, then let’s go!” said James.

 

 

The tunnel was only small, so only the travellers went that way. The army kept marching.

The travellers got to the mouth of the tunnel and began the long, dark journey to the other side of the hill.

It was a fairly boring trip, so to pass the time James began to talk,

“What are we?” he asked, “A group of elves is called a elvmarch, and a group of dwarves is called a squad or a team, and men are called a squadron, or a troop, or a group, or a team, or a platoon. What do we call a group of one elf, one dwarf, one wolf, one wizard, four hobbits, and a horse called Yamaha?”

“I don’t know,” said Rowan.

“Call it a fellowship,” said Gandreworf.

“That’s a dumb name,” said James.

 

 

 

 

The fellowship had been travelling through the tunnel for many hours when suddenly someone said, “BOO!”

“Who was that?” asked Gandreworf.

“I think it was me,” said Rowan, embarrassed.

“Are you sure?” asked Gandreworf.

“No, not really,” said Rowan, “I talk so much that I can’t remember what I have said.”

“Let’s all shut up and see if it happens again,” suggested Gandreworf.

They all stopped talking, and then the sword started. They managed to get that to shut up too, and then they all listened.

“BOO!” said someone again.

“Was that you, Rowan?” asked Gandreworf.

“No.”

“It was me!” said the someone.

“Who said that?” asked Gandreworf.

“I did. I’m Jastun, the cave troll! BOO!” said the voice.

“What are you going to do?” asked Gandreworf.

“Eat you. I’m very hungry,” said Jastun.

“Run!” said Gandreworf.

The fellowship started running for the end of the tunnel. James was the first one out of the tunnel, and Rowan was the last. He was slowest and the cave troll caught him and prepared to eat him.

James had run so fast that he thought his hair might be messed up, so he got out a mirror. He accidentally reflected light into the tunnel and shone it on the troll. The Troll let out a roar and turned into stone.

James let out a sigh, “My hair is all messed up!”

Rowan didn’t care, he escaped from the stone troll and joined the others.

 

 

 

 

 

They started to run away from the tunnel, and ran into another troll. This one wasn’t as big as the cave troll, if fact, it was about the size of an elf. Unlike the lack of intelligence evident on the cave troll’s face, the face of this troll betrayed a remarkable intelligence.

“Not again,” said Rowan.

“Peace, I mean you no harm,” said the troll.

“Who are you?” demanded Gandreworf.

“I am Abellfree, an axe-thrower,” said the troll.

“Then you are allies with the orcs!” proclaimed Rowan.

“Some of my people, the Axetrolls, have joined the orc army, but I would never serve under such a master as the orcish do. I will never serve the One who Reeks!” declared Abellfree.

“Who is this One who Reeks that we keep hearing about?” queried Bilbo.

“He is the master of the orcs. His name is Rodireeka. He is a cruel, evil, stupid person who mistreats all who serve him,” explained Abellfree.

“Then why do the other axe-throwers serve him?” asked Bilbo.

“They are too frightened to stand up against him. Only I openly oppose him. If Rodireeka was killed then all the axetrolls would revolt and flee from his army,” Abellfree promised.

“There is a large army coming this way to fight the orcs, if we could get rid of this Rodireeka then would the trolls join the alliance?” asked Gandreworf.

“No, they would not join an alliance of men, but they would fight besides them against the orcs, and then go their own way in peace,” explained Abellfree.

“I understand. If it is your wish to depose this One who Reeks, then we will do what we can to help you,” promised Gandreworf.

“I am honoured by your assistance, follow me,” said Abellfree as he headed toward a back entrance of the fortress Bigwhole.

 

 

 

 

 

King Isaac led the troops of the Alliance toward the fortress Bigwhole. They were almost there. The king lifted up his hand and called the Elvish Queen and the Dwarvish Chief to his side.

“Are the troops prepared to charge?” he asked.

“Aye, Aye, sir,” said the Dwarvish Chief.

“The Elves are at your command,” said the Queen.

“Then we will charge!” said the king. He turned to face the troops. He raised his flag high into the air and issued his battle cry, “We go to Victory!”

The troops raised one loud voice, “For the Alliance!!!!”

The troops, men, elves, and dwarves charged down the hill toward the fortress Bigwhole.

 

 

 

 

The orcs were currently sleeping off the effects of a late night’s party, but the axetrolls were wide-awake and spotted the charging army first. They let out a mighty roar that awoke the sleeping orcs and charged into battle.

 

 

 

 

King Isaac watched grimly as the first of his men reached the horde of orcs and trolls. The swords of men and the axes of dwarves shimmered in the sunlight as they clashed with the ugly blades of orcs and the spears of goblins. The axe-throwers stood at a distance, hurling axes at the Alliance troops. The Elvish archers likewise stood back, picking off troops from a safe distance.

“The battle has begun,” said the Elvish Queen.

“Chief, send in the heavy firepower!” ordered the king.

“Aye sir,” said the Dwarvish chief, “I like blowing things up!”

 

 

 

 

The dwarvish demo teams charged into the battle, hurling explosive barrels filled with gunpowder and a lighted fuse sticking out the end. The resulting explosions left great holes in the orcish ranks, allowing the Alliance troops to advance.

 

 

 

 

“The battle goes well,” pronounced the Queen.

“So it seems,” agreed the King.

“What under earth is that?” exclaimed the dwarvish chief.

“It’s a great two-headed troll from the deep south,” the King said in disbelief.

 

 

 

 

The huge pink blob with two heads charged toward the Alliance forces, squashing many unlucky orcs as it came. It would decimate the Alliance forces if something wasn’t done.

“This way, kill that dwarf,” said one head.

“This way, kill that elf!” said the other head.

They always argued like this.

 

 

 

 

Inside the fortress Bigwhole, Rodireeka, the One who Reeks, watched the battle from his window. The two-headed troll was a powerful weapon, as were the reinforcements he had hidden inside the fort. There were two squads of orcs and four squads of trollish axe-throwers. The victory would be his.

Suddenly his doors burst open and in strode a weird collection of creatures, four small hobbits, one not-so-short dwarf, one elf, one wizard, one weird looking horse, and one wolf.

“What do you want?” demanded Rodireeka.

“We want you to surrender,” replied Gandreworf.

“You don’t always get what you want,” replied Rodireeka.

“We demand you surrender!” yelled Rowan.

“No likely,” said Rodireeka.       

“Then we will have to do battle,” said Kahu.

“Sure thing,” said Rodireeka, lifting his sleeve, “I wear Suffering, one of the four bracelets of the Dark Side.”

Bilbo lifted up his voice, “I carry Fear, another of the bracelets.”

“Your bracelet only makes you invisible, but mine gives me power,” said Rodireeka with a grin.

“Arrrg!” yelled Eric as he and Musta raced to meet the foe.

“Bye now,” said Rodireeka and raised his hand and forced them back.

“No fair!” yelled Eric.

“All’s fair in love and war,” said Rodireeka, “especially war.”

“My turn,” said Bilbo, and he kicked the soccer ball at Rodireeka. The soccer ball had no effect.

“Remember what Tahi said,” suggested Steven, “just call for help and he’ll come.”

“Tahi! We could use some help!” the hobbits yelled.

Tahi never appeared, but they heard his answering call from a distance, “It wasn’t me!”

“We’ll have to try something else,” said Steven.

James tried to load his bow, but shot himself in the other foot.

Gandreworf walked slowly forward, “So, it is a duel between us, is it not?”

“It would appear so,” said Rodireeka as he drew his sword, the infamous Stinkyfeet.

“Then meet your demise with honour,” said Gandreworf as he struck with his blade.

Rodireeka parried, and they began a long duel, of which neither gained an upper hand.

They would have kept fighting for hours, but someone crept up behind the distracted Rodireeka. The One who Reeks fell like a sack of potatoes as Abellfree threw an axe through him.

 

 

 

 

The battle was raging down below when Abellfree mounted the top of the fortress Bigwhole and yelled with all his might, “The One who Reeks has fallen, we are freed from his grip!”

The axetrolls in the battlefield below suddenly stopped attacking the Alliance and started attacking the orcs. One aimed a powerful blow to each of the two-headed troll’s heads, and the troll came tumbling down.

 

 

 

 

 

“Allies from an unexpected quarter,” said the Queen.

“Victory is ours,” said the King.

“Ain’t war grand!” exclaimed the dwarf.

 

 

 

 

The fellowship bid goodbye to Abellfee as he led his Axetrolls away from Bigwhole. The Alliance forces had slaughtered the orcs, and were now completely victorious.

The fellowship said farewell to the Alliance, and then continued on their quest. They had retrieved Rodireeka’s bracelet, and now had two to dispose of.

The Towering Mount was not far away, and they soon began climbing up its slope. The journey to the summit took all day. By the time they arrived it was dark, and they retired for the night.

 

 

 

 

When the sun peeked it’s head over the horizon, the fellowship found themselves in front of a strange old man.

“I was wondering if you would wake up,” he explained.

“We did,” said Rowan.

“I can see that,” said the man.

“Who are you?” asked Gandreworf.

“I am Roberto, the keeper of the recycle bin,” said the man.

“I was under the impression there was a rubbish bin up here somewhere,” said Gandreworf.

“No, but if you want to get rid of something for ever, put it in the recycle bin,” said Roberto.

“What will happen to it?” asked Bilbo.

“It will be deleted, destroyed, never to be seen again,” said Roberto.

“Well, that suits us,” said Gandreworf.

“Follow me,” said Roberto.

 

 

 

 

The fellowship stood before a large metal container. “Please throw the items in,” said Roberto.

Bilbo solemnly tossed the bracelets into the recycle bin.

“Thank you,” said Roberto, “please stand back.”

Roberto took a mouse out of his pocket (the mouse squirmed and squeaked) and hit the recycle bin with it. The area of the bin that he hit had the words “empty recycle bin.”

There was a sudden noise from the bin and a light seemed to glow from inside it. Then it was over.

The fellowship approached the bin and looked inside. The bin was empty.

“As I said, it has been permanently deleted now,” said Roberto.

 

 

 

 

The fellowship descended the Towering Mountain. They had completed their mission; their quest was over.

“I’m hungry,” said Rowan.

“Yeah, I’m running a bit short of food too,” said Eric.

“You’re just plain short,” said James.

“I’m hungry,” said Rowan.

Gandreworf smiled, and pointed, “Look over there, it’s a couple of Rangers.”

“What are Rangers?” asked Rowan (wondering if he could eat them).

“They are people who travel from land to land (mostly between places called Australia and Canada) and they often have food to sell,” explained Gandreworf.

“Good!” exclaimed Rowan, “I’m famished.”

 

 

 

 

The Rangers sold a great deal of food that day, and the fellowship ate until their sides began to burst.

“May I have your attention?” asked Gandreworf.

Everyone sat down and began to listen, except Bilbo, who was kicking his soccer ball.

“You all did very well,” began Gandreworf.

James fell off his seat.

“And now it’s time to go home!”

“Yippeee!” said Rowan.

 

 

 

 

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