The Fellowship of the Toys
Chapter 6: Hawks and HomeThe hawk wheeled about in midair and came striking back at Aravan.
The wee dragon dodged the winged missil, but the bird merely came back
around for another attack.
Legolases, mean while, clung to Aravan's fur as the dragon swooped and
dodged, trying despretly not to fall off. And far, far below, the
others watched helplessly as the raptor came down for another attack.
Aravan swooped to miss it, but a talon shot out. It did no damage, but
in twisting to avoid it, Aravan lost his balance in the air. Tumbling
down and down, the wee dragon flapped his leather wings in a despret
attempt to regain control. He managed to find his balance just before
slamming into the cold, snowy earth. He soared upward once again and
was slammed full in the chest by the bird.
The hawk had not expected Aravan to be so hard and Aravan had not
expected to be hit so hard. Both winged creatures hurtled backwards and
tumbled and twisted through the chill air.
Suddenly one of the Legolases lost his grip and fell. His brother gave
a cry of alarm and snagged his hand. But in grabbing his brother,
Legolas in turn lost his balance and soon both Legolases were hanging
from Aravan's hind foot while the dragon swooped and tumbled and
twisted in mid air. And below, the others cried out in alarm to see the
two dangling so percariously above the earth.
The hawk, regaining its senses, turned about and came around for
another blow. Aravan knew he had to get out of range, but he also knew
that if he moved too swiftly, he would knock Legolases loose and send
them both tumbling to their doom in the snow below. Even toys as well
made as they would not survive a straight crash into a cold rock or a
block of ice. So the dragon braced himself as well as he could and
waited for the shock of the feathered demon.
But it never came! Instead, the bird let out a terrible shreik and
jerked backwards in mid air. Burrowed in its cheek was a small,
straight stick. Third Legolas had snatched up the first non-plastic
item he could and had fired it upon the raging hawk. The tiny twig,
though not very sharp, had been fired so hard that it had actually
broken the skin and now was lodged like a thorn in the hawk's feathery
Screaming its rage, the hawk folded its wings and dived down upon Camel
and his riders. The camel, hroking in alarm, bolted and the two upon
his hump nearly lost their seats. And the hawk just managed to pull up
before hitting the ground. And even as he flew up and up--Aravan
slammed it full in the side!
Legolases had regained their perches and now clung extra tight to
Aravan's fur. The dragon, in turn, attacked the hawk, showing him just
how tough he really could be. And Legolases screamed and shouted
insults at the bird, waving their little bows and long knives in the
The hawk, giving a final scream, gave up. A flying meal would have been
quite enjoyable, but not one that was so much of a hastle! Turning on a
wing, the hawk wheeled about and flew away to pluck the annoying little
twig free from its cheek.
Legolases cheered and praised Aravan, the dragon stooping down and landing gently upon the snowy earth.
"Great flying, Aravan!" Frodo cheered. Aravan puffed up his fur and
grinned his reptilian grin. Legolases patted the winged drake upon the
"Excellent!" they cried.
Camel growled and grumbled, angry that the stupid Elf upon his back had tried to pull him into the whole matter.
"If I do say so myself," Frodo said, "hawks and dogs and six-foot drops
and massive flights of stairs and wading through three feet of snow is
quite enough adventure for me. Besides, the Big Ones will be home soon
and we must be back before them!"
Aragorn upon Brego sighed.
"You are right. Let us head back for home. I fear the journey back will be more difficult than the journey from."
"There and back again . . ." Frodo grinned. "A Toy's tale, eh?"
Aragorn laughed and turned his mount. Together they trekked across the
frozen wastes, came to the broken road and managed to climb back up
onto the concrete. Night was falling and the chill air was beginning to
be blown into a gale. The toys struggled across the street and down
towards their home. They waded down the hill to come to the
door--towering nearly six feet above their head.
"Oh, dear." Aragorn sighed. "I did not think as to how we could get back up."
"Aravan can lift us all up." Aragorn upon Camel said.
"He is too weary!" Legolases protested, patting the wee drake upon the head.
"Oh, great. Now we're stuck outside until either Aravan can get us up
there or until the Big Ones come home and find we are missing!" Frodo
And as if to laugh in their face, the wind picked up and it began to snow.
Camel growled in anger and now everyone could agree. And it began to snow harder.