Bernard by Zhie
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b2memB2MeM Challenge: (I need to edit this part when I get to where my full list is, writing on the bus /o\ ) (double whoops, when you post using a mobile device, it doesn't always hit the right spot... this kinda ended up in the wrong group the first time XD )
B7
Watcher in the Water
Mazes and Labyrinths
Nothing is evil in the beginning
I21
Snail
Purple
N31
Clouds
O65
"We only wish to catch a fish so juicy-sweet!"
Format: Short Story
Genre:humor
Rating:PG?
Warnings:none really - tentacles maybe?
Characters:Erestor, Celebrimbor, Bernard, and a snail
Pairings:none
Summary:Celebrimbor disapproves of Erestor's 'pet'.
“Erestor, what in Arda are you doing?”
In one fluid motion, Erestor stood and held out a wriggling minnow by the tail. “Feeding my friend,” he told Celebrimbor. The fish was tossed out towards the water, glinting silver in the moonlight. Fast as lightning, a slender tentacle whipped up from the water to snatch the fish, pulling it under to the abyss.
“Erestor…”
“He is hungry.”
“Erestor, he is not a pet.”
“That is why I never asked to bring him home with me.”
Celebrimbor tried to change the subject. “Erestor, come see the glories of Moria.”
“No, thank you. I am not one for mazes.”
“I know every corridor by heart. I would lead you myself.”
“Except where the Dwarves delve deep.” Erestor looked down as a smooth, slippery tentacle slid under his wrist, stroking the palm of his hand. “More fish, little one?” Erestor poked around the bucket, finding the largest minnow he could. The tentacle flicked Erestor’s fingers, like a dog licking his master, and snatched away the treat.
“Erestor, you trouble me.”
“I trouble everyone.”
“This thing is not natural.” Celebrimbor looked up at the clouds. “It is going to rain. Come within – there is coney stew, and roast mutton, and kidney pie with… a number of things you do not eat,” recalled Celebrimbor.
“Have a wonderful time in your labyrinth!” Erestor paused to give a contrived wave. “Send my regards to the orcs!”
“Hush! Not so loud, Erestor! There were but a few – only a few – scouts, if they were even that, and they have been dealt with.” Still Celebrimbor looked upon the gilt doorway with his own writing upon it suspiciously.
“Mmmhmm. I think I will take my chances with Bernard.”
“Bernard.”
“Yes.”
“You named it?”
“Him. I named him. Fine thing coming from a man who names necklaces and rings. Honestly.” Erestor reached into the bucket for another fish. He found there was now a goodly sized snail, black with purple bands, come to investigate the contents of the pail. After he dipped his hand into the water, Erestor held out his fingers in invitation. The snail slid onto Erestor’s hand, sucking at the residual juices of the fish.
The tentacle slid around Erestor’s other wrist in askance, squeezing gently. “My apologies, pet,” crooned Erestor as he retrieved another fish. This time, the tentacle stayed attached, and when Erestor reached into the bucket, the tentacle slid in as well. It swirled about the contents and selected a few, rounding them up into a corner. The little suckers on the underside of the arm stuck to the closest morsel, and in an instant, the tentacle had disappeared under the lapping waves with its prize.
“I am going to take my chances with the orcs. At least I have some concept of how big or how many orcs there are when I see them.” Celebrimbor shuddered as he disappeared into Moria, leaving Erestor to comfort his many-legged friend with a fondness for sweet, juicy fish.
B7
Watcher in the Water
Mazes and Labyrinths
Nothing is evil in the beginning
I21
Snail
Purple
N31
Clouds
O65
"We only wish to catch a fish so juicy-sweet!"
Format: Short Story
Genre:humor
Rating:PG?
Warnings:none really - tentacles maybe?
Characters:Erestor, Celebrimbor, Bernard, and a snail
Pairings:none
Summary:Celebrimbor disapproves of Erestor's 'pet'.
“Erestor, what in Arda are you doing?”
In one fluid motion, Erestor stood and held out a wriggling minnow by the tail. “Feeding my friend,” he told Celebrimbor. The fish was tossed out towards the water, glinting silver in the moonlight. Fast as lightning, a slender tentacle whipped up from the water to snatch the fish, pulling it under to the abyss.
“Erestor…”
“He is hungry.”
“Erestor, he is not a pet.”
“That is why I never asked to bring him home with me.”
Celebrimbor tried to change the subject. “Erestor, come see the glories of Moria.”
“No, thank you. I am not one for mazes.”
“I know every corridor by heart. I would lead you myself.”
“Except where the Dwarves delve deep.” Erestor looked down as a smooth, slippery tentacle slid under his wrist, stroking the palm of his hand. “More fish, little one?” Erestor poked around the bucket, finding the largest minnow he could. The tentacle flicked Erestor’s fingers, like a dog licking his master, and snatched away the treat.
“Erestor, you trouble me.”
“I trouble everyone.”
“This thing is not natural.” Celebrimbor looked up at the clouds. “It is going to rain. Come within – there is coney stew, and roast mutton, and kidney pie with… a number of things you do not eat,” recalled Celebrimbor.
“Have a wonderful time in your labyrinth!” Erestor paused to give a contrived wave. “Send my regards to the orcs!”
“Hush! Not so loud, Erestor! There were but a few – only a few – scouts, if they were even that, and they have been dealt with.” Still Celebrimbor looked upon the gilt doorway with his own writing upon it suspiciously.
“Mmmhmm. I think I will take my chances with Bernard.”
“Bernard.”
“Yes.”
“You named it?”
“Him. I named him. Fine thing coming from a man who names necklaces and rings. Honestly.” Erestor reached into the bucket for another fish. He found there was now a goodly sized snail, black with purple bands, come to investigate the contents of the pail. After he dipped his hand into the water, Erestor held out his fingers in invitation. The snail slid onto Erestor’s hand, sucking at the residual juices of the fish.
The tentacle slid around Erestor’s other wrist in askance, squeezing gently. “My apologies, pet,” crooned Erestor as he retrieved another fish. This time, the tentacle stayed attached, and when Erestor reached into the bucket, the tentacle slid in as well. It swirled about the contents and selected a few, rounding them up into a corner. The little suckers on the underside of the arm stuck to the closest morsel, and in an instant, the tentacle had disappeared under the lapping waves with its prize.
“I am going to take my chances with the orcs. At least I have some concept of how big or how many orcs there are when I see them.” Celebrimbor shuddered as he disappeared into Moria, leaving Erestor to comfort his many-legged friend with a fondness for sweet, juicy fish.
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Date: 2012-03-19 05:05 pm (UTC)Well I suppose everyone needs a loving pet, and Erestor's no different.
My Erestor muse left the house, horrified, while I was reading this. Seems he's not bothered by tentacles, but handling raw fish utterly squicks him :D
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Date: 2012-03-20 12:05 am (UTC)“Him. I named him. Fine thing coming from a man who names necklaces and rings. Honestly.”
Oh snap.