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bingo_bolger_bagginsChapter 2. Care and Feeding of your New Baby Oliphaunt
March of the Mumakling
See Chapter 1 here.
[All the usual disclaimers apply. Some of the characters and places mentioned herein are based on those of J.R.R. Tolkien, though I hardly think he'd want them back when I'm finished with them, and as Bingo reminds me, he wasn't even wanted in the first place. Many images here are inspired by Jackson/Walsh/Boyen's film adaptation of LotR. There's no money in this, so don't even think it. I bet every kid would like to get paid for playing dolls, but life's tough. Credit![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lavendertook, if you will, because the following text and pictures are nobody else's damn fault, but my own.]
As I just mentioned, this baby oliphaunt is quite the sweetheart, aren't you dearest? Yes.
Samwise is going to absolutely adore you! How could he not? And you will adore him, because he has quite the way with, well, with all living things, really. I think you are even more beautiful than the rare mumakil of Khand.
The mumakil of Khand. That brings back memories. I journeyed with the noble Trotter to help save these rare oliphaunts during the terrible famine at the end of the Third Age, and he taught me so much about them. I could tell you many a tale about our adventures then, if you want to know, but perhaps another time. I have a more pressing question to ask you all.
I haven't the foggiest idea what I should call this fine mumak. All your suggestions would be most welcome. When the name is right, you can just feel it, don't you think? The look in her eyes would tell me straight away. I proposed "Lobelia" to her, but she didn't appreciate that one bit.
There's something on her mind; I can just sense it. It's not food, I suppose, because I just brought her all the food she could wish for, and she ate her fill and left some.
And I already put this jumbo-sized scoop I bought at a holiday sale at the House of Finwe's to work, so that's not it. Perhaps she's wanting a nap.
But her eyes don't look droopy at all, so I don't suppose it's time I told her a bedside tale. You're not sleepy at all, are you, sweet lass? No.
So, I believe it's still a good time to show you how to mount an oliphaunt, if you've never gotten on and ridden one before, and I bet you haven't. It's quite simple, really.
Just as soon as I take my coat off, I"ll show you how it's done. If I have your leave, that is, dear mumakling.
I'll just leave my coat right up there. Now, it's not all that hard to mount a good-tempered mumak, which is just what we have right here, and Trotter taught me how to climb onto far, far larger ones than this.
And this is what you need to know. The key is making sure she's had plenty to eat beforehand. Not unlike we hobbits. Then it's all smooth going.
I'll just step up right here, that's a good little oliphaunt . . .
And I do hope that's not the sound of fabric ripping, which would be most inconvenient. Now you just stay still, my dear mumakling . . .
Click on any picture for enbiggenment.
To be continued . . .here.
March of the Mumakling
See Chapter 1 here.
[All the usual disclaimers apply. Some of the characters and places mentioned herein are based on those of J.R.R. Tolkien, though I hardly think he'd want them back when I'm finished with them, and as Bingo reminds me, he wasn't even wanted in the first place. Many images here are inspired by Jackson/Walsh/Boyen's film adaptation of LotR. There's no money in this, so don't even think it. I bet every kid would like to get paid for playing dolls, but life's tough. Credit
lavendertook, if you will, because the following text and pictures are nobody else's damn fault, but my own.]As I just mentioned, this baby oliphaunt is quite the sweetheart, aren't you dearest? Yes.
Samwise is going to absolutely adore you! How could he not? And you will adore him, because he has quite the way with, well, with all living things, really. I think you are even more beautiful than the rare mumakil of Khand.
The mumakil of Khand. That brings back memories. I journeyed with the noble Trotter to help save these rare oliphaunts during the terrible famine at the end of the Third Age, and he taught me so much about them. I could tell you many a tale about our adventures then, if you want to know, but perhaps another time. I have a more pressing question to ask you all.
I haven't the foggiest idea what I should call this fine mumak. All your suggestions would be most welcome. When the name is right, you can just feel it, don't you think? The look in her eyes would tell me straight away. I proposed "Lobelia" to her, but she didn't appreciate that one bit.
There's something on her mind; I can just sense it. It's not food, I suppose, because I just brought her all the food she could wish for, and she ate her fill and left some.
And I already put this jumbo-sized scoop I bought at a holiday sale at the House of Finwe's to work, so that's not it. Perhaps she's wanting a nap.
But her eyes don't look droopy at all, so I don't suppose it's time I told her a bedside tale. You're not sleepy at all, are you, sweet lass? No.
So, I believe it's still a good time to show you how to mount an oliphaunt, if you've never gotten on and ridden one before, and I bet you haven't. It's quite simple, really.
Just as soon as I take my coat off, I"ll show you how it's done. If I have your leave, that is, dear mumakling.
I'll just leave my coat right up there. Now, it's not all that hard to mount a good-tempered mumak, which is just what we have right here, and Trotter taught me how to climb onto far, far larger ones than this.
And this is what you need to know. The key is making sure she's had plenty to eat beforehand. Not unlike we hobbits. Then it's all smooth going.
I'll just step up right here, that's a good little oliphaunt . . .
And I do hope that's not the sound of fabric ripping, which would be most inconvenient. Now you just stay still, my dear mumakling . . .
Click on any picture for enbiggenment.
To be continued . . .here.