By Emerald
Marching across alien lands, a brave warrior,
sworn to protect and fight for his friends, felt the weight of the day on his
tired muscular body. The fellowship to which he belonged had traveled many miles
without rest, so their quest would be fulfilled in a small amount of time.
The night reached the skies and darkness fell
around them like a blinding veil, the moonlight being their guide. And as sleep
claimed exhausted travelers, our fearless warrior prepared himself for a well
deserved break. He stretched his long, strong, masculine limbs over his cape
that was laid on the forest ground. He adjusted his head on his bag, loosened
some tunic buttons and found as much comfort as he could in the open wildness.
He was so tired, our hero, that all he desired
the most was nice dreams after closing his eyes. And while a huge yawn intended
to leave his mouth, he saw something moving, getting closer to him, next to his
makeshift bed. He could not help but scream senseless, lost in terror and utter
panic. He also could not prevent a very girlish whining from escaping his throat.
And when a second fellow warrior came to his aid, a dark, tall, handsome and
also so very brave man, sword ready to battle, eyes intent on any hidden danger
around, his screams did not ceased for the one who came to his rescue joined
shamelessly in his distress, adding his own cries and whimpers for help.
They continued the screaming and began jumping
in each other’s laps until a very annoyed ring bearer hobbit came to the
source of such a noise. Those humans were making this travel an impossible task.
Every night was the same problem! What could it be tonight?
He came closer to the frightened and very
comfortable looking huddled men perched on a high rock. He looked at the cape on
the ground as the blonde warrior pointed him to. And so he saw the monster that
stole his, and all the fellowship, rest that night: a cockroach! Innocently
waggling its antennae, but otherwise quite motionless.
The fury-eyed hobbit, perplexed with such a ridiculous reaction to a harmless creature, took the cape in his hands, waved it a bit in the air, thus making the poor bug leave and have its way. Two pairs of glittering eyes thanked him for his bravery and selfless heroic action.
He left the scene shaking his head in
amusement. Readying himself once more to sleep, he felt two tender and strong
arms encircling his waist and chest. A dreamy voice came from behind him.
“What was it this time?” He smiled and answered, nesting in the loving arms.
“A tiny, little bug…it is pathetic uh?” And the voice came again,
“Playing girly and scared to get some tlc…” A kiss on his neck and he
slowly replied, “Yes…if they only knew…everybody already got them!”
Smelling his love’s hair he whispered, before finally sleeping, “ Poor human
buggers…maybe we should talk to them…” An yawn, “Maybe…”
The End.
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