A fanfic about an adventurous hobbit and her elf rescuer.
As far as hobbits goes, Mentha had always been peculiar. It seemed like she was always missing and nor fences, duties or excellent company could keep her at one place for more than a minute. She was drawn to new places, her heart sighing for adventures and her feet itching to go.
“Who would be surprised? It runs in the family,” the neighbours would say to one another over the hedges. “One day she’ll get herself in trouble, that silly girl.”
Mike Williams did not wish for much. Most people dreamed of being millionaires, big celebrity stars or famous artists but Mike never had,he simply could not see the point of it. He thought it must be absolutely awful to be a celebrity and not having a private life at all. Or at least, having to struggle to have one. No, Mike liked being able to enjoy his front garden without being attacked by paparazzi or to go to the garden centre without being tackled by crazy stalkers.
It wasn’t that Mike didn’t have dreams. He dreamed of owninga lawn tractor. And when he dreamed big, he dreamed of owning a big lawn tractor.
Mike Williams had never had a vivid imagination. As a kid, he didn’t
have an imaginary friend and when he was playing with his sister he had a
hard time keeping up with her imagination. Where she saw a spaceship on
a mission, he saw a bed. Where she saw a dangerous cave in need of
exploration, he saw a closet. In his teens, one of his friends
invited him to join a live roleplay game. He wanted to see something
else than nerds in homemade costumes, but he just couldn’t. He went down
with a bored face, eaten by a large troll. Mike was impressed by
people who could just turn on their imagination, he was sure their
worlds was a little bit more fun, but generally, he didn’t care that
much. He was content with his life and his garden.
Felix would never forget the first time he put on the glitter and
accessories, he felt invincible. Since that first night, he had sneaked
out more times than he could count, always terrified that the others
would discover him. It wasn’t just a dress up, it was a new identity, a
bulletproof amour. When he entered that bar, he entered a new world. One night he was almost caught by one of the other horses in the stable but he managed to get away with his sparkles and horn.
It was 3 in the morning and in front of a bar two broad men were having an argument using mainly their fists. Suddenly, a small and very local cloud of smoke appeared, not that the two fighters noticed in their own fog of alcohol. The cloud lifted and revealed a cape-wearing figure striking a heroic pose, cloak waving in the wind. “Police! Hands in the air!” Inspector Joden shouted before the figure could attack the unaware men.
“There’s something seriously wrong with this city. Last week we had to arrest a group of cape-wearing idiots beating a poor drug addict to death because he’d stolen some old lady’s purse.” The bartender handed Inspector Joden another scotch. “When the first so called heroes began to show up in Nocturban, everyone was thrilled,” said the bartender. “Now we’re all afraid. When people begin to take the law into their own hands, nobody’s safe.”
The cold night rain looked almost luminescent in the blinking lights from the neon signs above the bar. Inspector
Joden was watching the entrance to the bar from the other side of the
street. He was hiding under his hat, shoulders up under his ears, not
from the suspected but from the rain. At least he tried to. Freezing
and soaking wet to his skin he decided to abandon his post when a
cloaked shadow entered the bar. It happened almost too fast to be seen.
But Joden knew what he was looking for.
know what the problem with this town is?’ He thought to himself as he
crossed the street and unsecured his gun. ‘It has too many god damned
A woman wearing an umbrella hat was watering her balloon lilies when
suddenly she encountered a tiny thumb soldier hiding among her flowers. ‘Oh!’ She exclaimed and raised her eyebrows in surprise. “I’m just on patrol, ma’am.’ The soldier excused. ‘Guarding the area from moles.’ ‘How awfully nice of you!’ ‘Just doing my duty, ma’am.’
Williams had always been afraid of conflicts. Whenever the clouds for
an argument started to gather he was the first to leave the room.
Growing up, his two big sisters and father had always loved discussions
in a very aggressive way. They would discuss any subject just for the
sport of it, and they still did. Mike would usually withdraw to the
kitchen and help his mother. He often brought homegrown vegetables or
herbs for her and together they would clean them up in a comforting
One evening the whole family was gathered for dinner,
Mike was the only one of the siblings still living at home but his
sisters were both visiting. His father made a rather unfunny homophobic
joke and to everyone’s surprise, Mike raised his voice. In some very
well articulated points, he put his father in place. They were all
baffled, not with Mike’s opinions, but that he had had one at all. Mike
was the most surprised of them.
Mike Williams hated to watch himself on video. His voice sounded strange and his face always had weird proportions on a screen. As
a kid, he always hid whenever his mom decided to pull out the video
camera and record whatever he was doing. They had several videos from
birthdays just showing Mike running out of the room and hiding in a
closet. Lately, his mother had insisted on video-calling him and he
just couldn’t stop looking at his own face in the corner of the screen.
All bloated and chinny.
Luckily, sitting in the stand Mike had
his back against the giant screen showing his face. The last thing he
wanted was to throw up in front of the entire United Galaxy Council.
Again. Unfortunately, he couldn’t stop staring at the countless legs on
prosecutor Nai’zest Qalong, and they somehow made his stomach turn.