fishfingersandscarves:

poplitealqueen:

fishfingersandscarves:

So im gonna be out of town for five days starting tomorrow so i figured i would upload my creepy tolkien story early,,,its just a story i thought of while thinking of the barrow wights,,i hope you enjoy it! also this is sorta for determamfidd  poplitealqueen and d-class-personnel-9837 bc i told you guys about the story first

In late Shire Reckoning of 3019 of March the
Shire had been overrun. Hobbits that lived in those parts in those times would
tell you quite otherwise. A respectable gentlehobbit when such a subject be
brought up, would nod absently and seem as if to agree only then to reject any
possibility that there was such an option. He would say that “such riff-raff
would not do at all here in the Shire, nor any Farthing worth mentioning” and
that would be all thank you very much. This point, along with continual thank
you very muches were very commonplace in Hobbiton but not at all so in any
other part of the realm. If someone were to inquire after the opinion of a
Baggins, Boffins, Chubb, Proudfoot, Gamgee, or Bracegirdle they receive with
great discomfort the exact same answer they had received from the gentlehobbit
previous. If one were to ask a Brandybuck or Took the result would be much less
pleasing but a great deal more informational.

“Yes” a
Took may say as they would sit cowering in their smial “We have been overrun”
and that is all the answer one would get, but
if one were to go to a Brandybuck as I have, the answer would be clearer
and full of self-importance laced with shame. A tentative “Yes” would be
wrought out of them, much like the former Took, but then on, the answer would
grow large and true. “We are indeed overrun,” the Brandybuck may say over a cup
of very strong, watery tea. “Our green Shire is brown, and our crops die.
Strange men walk about under Sharkey’s will, and curfew is a necessity not a
pleasure for parents to impose on their tweens. In short, the Shire is ruined,
and the Baggins name gone with it.” Then said Brandybuck may begin a long-winded
speech about however since Lotho Baggins (for he had dropped the Sackville)
moved into Bag End the world had become worse, and that it was just their luck
that all the Old Toby had run out too.

Yes, the Shire had been overrun by Sharkey and
his men. They stole food, coin, and dress whenever it was available, and that
is what the Brandybuck would despair about the most.

On the specific time of the 15^th of March multiple fauntlings were playing outside when the curfew bell rang
through Crickethollow. Said fauntlings panicked. What could they do, so far
from home? None of the five wanted to be caught by one of Sharkey’s men. No one
in all the Farthings knew specifically what would happen. People had often disappeared
after opposing authority (like Lobelia Sackville-Baggins) and these four didn’t
want to discover what happened.

The five fauntlings then did what seemed best
to them, and they ran east into the Old Forest. Upon arriving the poor children
were very winded and tired so they sat about in a clear space regretting
exactly what they had just done. One of the children, Rosemary Underhill, was
the eldest of the five and decided in that instant to nominate herself leader.
In fact, she was the eldest of the siblings, for all five fauntlings were
family. Rosemary walked about and around accounting for every face and every
scuff found on a knee. She certainly acted the part of the leader, and after she
had finished her small account she came to the center of the clear space and
said quite clearly: “Listen up!” This brought every child’s attention to her in
an instant.  “Genevieve,” she said and
pointed at the second eldest with vigor. “Do you know where we are?” She said.
Genevieve, who, by this time had been very unnerved by this whole affair, said
that she didn’t know, and if she did she probably wouldn’t want to know.  The three other siblings, brothers named
Tobias, Jack, and Meriwether, each looked at another before Meriwether stood up
to his sister. “I think we’re in the Old Forest.” He said grimly, looking
about. Rosemary paled and looked about. Yes, they were in the Old Forest, though obviously every child there wished
to deny that revelation.

Rosemary tutted to herself where she stood and
looked up at the trees. The forest seemed to loom over the five. The bark was
curled into evil sneers and mischievous grins. The leaves were dark and
dripping with even darker water. This whole business was ominous Rosemary
concluded, and she announced to her siblings that they would make their way
east so they could work their way out to Bree by the next morn. Genevieve
gathered up Jack as he curled into her chest, and Rosemary did the same with
Tobias while using her free hand to keep Meriwether close.

The children toiled for quite a time, it was
hard to navigate in the dark, but thankfully for them the Sun had decided that
she would wait a tick to set.

So the children continued and made it through
half of the forest by the time it had gotten almost completely dark. By this
time, both Genevieve and Rosemary’s arms had become tired and sore, so against
Tobias and Jack’s protests, the children were set down next to a large willow
to better the elder’s groaning arms. Meriwether had found himself a patch of
dry grass at the time and began to make a makeshift bed for them all. After
this was done, the youngest (which was Jack) insisted that he didn’t want to
sleep with the rest of them for fear of Rosemary’s “great clamoring snores.” So
the four left Jack to his comfortable nook by the old willow where the roots
seemed to curl about his feet.

The children slept, and all were bothered by
horrid dreams. Tobias forgot his dream when he woke, so it would be no use
telling it. Jack felt as if he was being suffocated and crushed and cried out
in his sleep many a time. Meriwether was convinced that something was watching
them the entire night; even in sleep he was nervous. Genevieve felt like the
gloomy atmosphere of the Old Forest was ebbing onto her and dragging her
downwards into despair. Rosemary dreamt that Jack had been lost to them and the
rest would soon follow, and right before she awoke Rosemary heard a defining
crunch from where Jack slept.

By morning most of children were uneasy so they
left without delay. Only when they had walked almost two hours did Tobias ask
where Jack was. Rosemary seemed to grow paler than she did yesterday after that
remark. The fauntlings searched for a while but eventually found nothing.
Genevieve suggested that Jack went back the way they came to Crickethollow, and
all seemed to accept that theory. (Though Rosemary grew more stressed
throughout the day from that point onward.

By the time they had reached the end of the
forest all the children had some form of dirt on them, and worse they had
apparently gone too south and were lost in a misty area. “The Barrow-Downs.”
Rosemary had whispered to herself, as though something was watching them and
they must be very quiet. She turned back to her three siblings and explained
that since they had misjudged their distance they must continue through the
downs for lack of direction. So they did.

The mist was thick, almost to the extent of fog
like. This is what Meriwether thought as he followed his sisters and brother.
Soon the mist was so thick Meriwether couldn’t see his own bare feet on the
ground, and the walking had made him tired. He stumbled a bit in the
never-ending whiteness; maybe if he just closed his eyes for a moment he would
be feel better. Meriwether dropped to the ground in sleep. The same occurred to
the other siblings, lethargy followed by a blackout.

When Rosemary woke she noticed she was in a cairn
and her body felt extremely heavy. She looked with great effort to her right
and left, noticing her siblings on her left on the great stone they were on.
She tried move but discovered that she couldn’t no matter how hard she tried.
Rosemary’s eyes darted around to observe her surroundings. Her hands were bound
in chains of gold along with the rest of her family. Looking down she noticed
that she along with the rest were clothed in pale cloth and draped with many
articles of jewelry that had begun to lack luster. She struggled for a long
while until she heard a faint scraping noise coming near them. Rosemary wanted
to shout but no sound came out.

        Out of the darkness came shapes of worn
bones as large as one of the Big People.
Their skin, of what little they had, was drawn and peeling and their
hair came down in black, slimy ropes. Four of the foul figures held large
swords in their boney hands. Each sword was shining and bright, a clear
contrast to the dark terror that lay before the young hobbits. The dark figures
circled around the stone that held the fauntlings. Then the apparitions began
to chant.

“Cold
be hand and heart and bone
and cold be sleep under stone
never more to wake on stony bed
never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead
In the black wind the stars shall die
and still be gold here let them lie
till the Dark Lord lifts his hand
over dead sea and withered land.”

Rosemary listened in horror to the voices that
surrounded her. Each word echoed in the dark chamber, the voices were deep and
shrill all at once. The words cut like knives and ice, and sent a chill down
her back.

Then the chanting grew quicker, deeper, and
seemed to contain more malice. The four creatures raised their sharp swords
high above their heads in perfect time. As the swords reached higher and higher
the chanting became louder until it was almost defining to the young fauntling’s
ear. Never had a young child been so terrified as Rosemary Underhill and been
on March 15^th. When the swords rose to their highest, the chanted
stopped at once, and Rosemary couldn’t even blink before they came down. No
screams were heard on March 15^th, and no one ever found the five
fauntlings in all the years to come.

CREEPY.

Poor little Underhills lost under a hill in the Barrow-downs. Except Jack, who was eaten by a tree.

But you know what I think was the scariest part of all?

“…all the Old Toby had run out too.”

*screams*

hahahah u know what makes this even worse?????

My little brother’s name is Jack

*hides under blankets* BRRRR