The Neekerbreeker, deciding that she had been silent for far too long, looked out from under the collar of the young hobbit whose shoulder she had ridden these past several hours. He was once again seated under one of the tables, munching an apple, looking out at all the spiders, wariths, and assorted wights and other Creatures.
Bird The Neekerbreeker chirped,
"Wee sleekit, Cowrin', timorous beastie,
O what a panic's in thy breastie!"
"Panic enough," replied Gamba. "This place is getting downright creepy."
"Wasn't it before?" Neekerbreeker replied. She junped down onto his forearm, and started rubbing her legs together in preparation for taking a bite out of him.
"HEY!" He knocked her flying. She was lucky he didn't squash her flat.
"Sorry, " Bird mumbled. "Hungry."
"Then change to something else!" snapped Gamba, eyeing her warily. Bird morphed back into human form, sheepishly, and got out from under the table.
"Vampires?" Gamba said with a shudder. "What next?" He got out from under the table, and went looking for Cami or Gandalf.
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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