This, mis compadres, is a 55 word fiction. My friend, Ms. 'Aragorn's Love
Slave' and I recently got into writing them. They're basically little
diddies that hold no meaning or sincerity *most of the time* and are pretty
fun. Anyway...
Pip-Horse belongs to me, wheras Pippin belongs to Tolkein. You'd need to read my fic, Gandalf, What the Hell Are You Doing in My Bush? To get the horse thing...
Pippin's Deepest Desires
Pip-Horse frolicked and ran through the field of daffodills. A glorious day it was indeed.
He stooped at a small brook, lapping it's sweet water into his mouth.
He then ran and leapt into the white puffy clouds and over a
glorious rainbow, then flew away..
Pippin woke up with a start.
"I need help..."
Pip-Horse belongs to me, wheras Pippin belongs to Tolkein. You'd need to read my fic, Gandalf, What the Hell Are You Doing in My Bush? To get the horse thing...
Pippin's Deepest Desires
Pip-Horse frolicked and ran through the field of daffodills. A glorious day it was indeed.
He stooped at a small brook, lapping it's sweet water into his mouth.
He then ran and leapt into the white puffy clouds and over a
glorious rainbow, then flew away..
Pippin woke up with a start.
"I need help..."