The Fellowship of the Toys
Chapter 2: Stairs Scaled
It was like standing atop a mountain and staring down
its flank. The ground--pale white and blue tile--stretched out of sight
to the right and ran in a narrow hallway away to the left. Just across
from the bottom of the seemingly unscalable stairs was a second small
sea of pale gray carpet. The Fellowship of Toys stood atop the towering
staircase, gazing down in awe. Brego snorted and pawed the carpet
impatiently. Aragorn patted his neck.
"This will take very long." Treebeard said slowly. The strange man-like
toy was mounted atop a two-foot tall black stallion, the horse just big
enough to support his girth. Camel stood beside his horse, Third
Legolas and Unmounted Aragorn perched atop the creature's back.
"It shall not take long for us." The Legolases said as one and, without
any urging, Aravan spread his leather wings, leaped into the air, and
easily sailed down towards the bottom of the stairs. He turned
gracefully and landed lightly upon the tiled floor below.
"It will not be hard for me, either." Frodo said. Taking a firm grip
upon Dirk's silver and blue mane, the Hobbit whistled. The wee dragon
leapt high into the air and landed upon the banister. Then he slid down
and down and down, dropping gracefully to the floor beside Aravan. The
two Elves and the Hobbit waved cheerfully up at the others yet standing
atop the landing.
"We shall go scout for a way outside." Legolases chimed. Aravan leaped
out of sight and disappeared around a corner--into the shade-darkened
family room. Frodo agreed and he and Dirk went to search the kitchen
for possible escape routes.
Aragorn, perched atop Brego, sighed. Then, gently heeling Brego in the
rubber flanks, he urged the stallion forward. Brego, with a mighty
jump, landed two steps down. He took a second jump and landed two steps
further. In three more jumps he was upon the cool floor, his plastic
hooves ringing dully upon the ground.
Camel, disgruntled already at having been removed from his airy perch,
groaned loudly, voicing his opinion upon the whole matter. Beside him,
Treebeard's large horse snorted and tossed his head in agreement. Only
the dragons and Brego had really seemed to want to go anywhere.
"Well, I shall take these steps . . . just one step . . . at a time . .
." Treebeard said thoughfully. "We mustn't be . . . too hasty now . . .
should we . . . ?"
His great black horse stepped forward, eyed the steep drop, and snorted in irritation.
he snorted angrily, seeing the full drop for just the first time.
"And horses should not talk." Treebeard put in snappishly, his
slow-manneredness worn thin already by the horse's pessimistic
attitude. "You know, I do not truly *need* a horse."
The horse agreed, bucked and Treebeard was thrown foot over shoulder.
He landed upon a step, bounced, landed, rolled, bounced and conitnued
to bounce until he landed with a springy thud next to Brego, the horse
side-stepping quicky out of the way.
"Treebeard!" Aragorn cried in alarm, dismounting and running quickly to the wee Ents side. "Are you hurt?"
"I am fine." Treebeard huffed, raising himself to his root-like feet.
"I simply know now why horses are no good for Ents: too hasty."
Camel, yet standing upon the stairs, seemed to want to do the same as
the horse, though he would find some other way to do it that would not
result in any sort of physical movement other than to walk back into
his room. But Third Legolas and Aragorn would have nothing of it.
Urging the camel forward, Camel plodded forward.
"Simply take the steps one at a time." Legolas suggested, sitting
nearly upon Camel's neck, Aragorn perched behind him upon his humped
back. "We shall not rush you."
Camel, groaning and grunting with ire, took one step down. He so
unbalanced himself that he nearly threw Legolas--Legolas!--right over
his head. He was slightly disappointed that he hadn't! The left foot
followed, with the hind quarters coming sluggishly after. Again, nearly
throwing the riders off, and again and again, ever so slowly and ever
so clumsily, the camel made his way down the mountian of stairs,
groaning and grumbling the entire way. When he finally reached the
bottom, Legolas and Aragorn were clinging to him as though they were
burrs. Camel managed a smug smile.
"Where have Legolases gone?" Aragorn asked of Aragorn.
"What?" Legolas turned to face the one behind him. Aragorns rolled their eyes and together said, "OTHER Legolases."
"We are here." Two voices sounded at once. Aravan bounded up from the
family room and landed gracefully upon the slick tiled floor once
again. Dirk appeared from the kitchen. Both Legolases and Frodo shook
"I could not find a way out." Frodo said. Legolases agreed--as one, of course.
"Well, we cannot have this adventure end before it has even begun."
Aragorn protested. He did a quick sweep of where they were standing and
saw the patio door--locked and barred with no patio outside it, but
there it was.
"There is our means of escape, gentle. . . beings." He said, pointing
towars the closed doors, the blinds pulled tight in front of it.
"Are you mad!?" Frodo cried in alarm. "That is a six foot drop! SIX
FEET! I am only four inches tall! Do you know what six feet would do to
"It is the only way out." Aragorn protested. Frodo sighed and nodded.
The adventure had but just begun, and already it was well over his