The sun light was beating down on our backs, still we rode on. The only sound was that of our breathing, and the soft wind that rustled the tall grass around us. We had been riding for a few hours, an unwanted late start had met us in the morning, we set off at around noon instead of day break, but no matter we were in no hurry, we had to be there tonight, but it wasn’t far. We found a stream near a few trees. I shrugged off my pack and quiver, untying my belt and setting my sword down next to the rest of my gear. I stepped forward and took off his bridle; he opened and closed his mouth a few times. I took a hold of his saddle and took it off of him. He shook a little then started to follow the stream, it lead to a large pond (or small lake). The water was cool and clear, he slowly waded into the water till it was almost a deep as he was tall. I smiled and took off my boots. I glanced around and didn’t see anyone, I slipped out of my pants and dove into the water. When I surfaced, Braig was swimming towards me. I met him in the middle and wrapped one arm around his shoulders. I wasn’t able to touch, I was too small, but he was able to. I started to take handfuls of water and throw them on him. He hadn’t had a good bath in a while.
“There you go. You needed that.” He turned his head towards me with a ‘what’s that supposed to mean’ look on his face. “What? You were a little dusty, nothing to be ashamed of.” He swam away from me; I was treading water watching him, which was my mistake. He swam to the bank and got out. Turning to me, he scowled then picked up my pants and walked into to the woods nearby.
“Braig! Come back here!” He swished his tail and kept walking. Then he stopped and turned to me. “No! Don’t you dare, Braig!” He bent his head down, then quickly threw it up, throwing my pants in a tree. “BRAIG!” I hollered, he trotted happily to the side of the pond and looked at me.
“I hear someone over here, let’s just ask them.”
“We are not lost, we’re fine brother.”
“Of course we aren’t, we are supposed to be heading west, with the sun, no matter, the sun is going the opposite way as us!” The voices grew closer.
“Braig, give me back my pants, now!” I whisper yelled. The horse stood still head cocked. The voices were even closer. “When I get out of this pond I’m going to kick…”
“Excuse me!” I froze, Braig stamped his foot and tossed his head. I had a glare on him.
“You are so going to get it!” I whispered back at him, then I turned and looked at who the voices were coming from. Two dwarves stood in front of me, one was blonde, the other dark haired, both not to bad looking. “Yes?”
“We’re a little… er…”
“Lost.” The dark haired one said, glaring at the blonde one.
“Yes, well, we are trying to get to… whats it called again?”
“Hobbiton?”
“Yes, I know where that is.”
“Oh, well would you mind showing us the way, if it’s not any trouble...”
“No, none at all, I actually have business there, so I can take you.”
“Thank you.” The dark hair one said, glancing back at his brother.
“Right, well, um, see that bunch of trees over there.” I pointed to the trees my belongings were under.
“Yes.”
“Go wait there, I have a bit of a…” I looked at the horse, he tossed his head again. “…dilemma, that I need to get fixed.”
“Well, we are in your debut, surely we can help.” I was sort of speechless, well… this was awkward.
“No, I’m sure you can’t.”
“We are dwarves, lass we can do anything.”
“Can you climb trees?”
“Yes.” I sighed, what the hell, it’s not like I was going to see them again. I pointed to the tree.
“Do you see the black pants?”
“Yes?”
“Go get them.” They both turned to look at me a little confused. I looked at my horse, who was stamping and tossing his head happily.
“Oh, um, ok…” The overwhelming urge to just drown myself then hit me like a rock to glass. One of them climbed the tree while the other waited below, finally, the dark haired dwarf got down from the tree, the other holding back a smile. They handed me the pants and headed towards the tree. I got out and quickly put my pants on.
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Angels on the Moon (A Hobbit Fanfiction)
FanfictionBraig swished his mane, tossing his head in the air; he loved to go on runs. He had the most beautiful coat, white and black, he was a paint. Many thought it strange, seeing him, no other horse in Middle Earth had his colors. Alas, he was not from...