13. Beorn's Beasts
"Where do I start? How in the world do I tell of the things that I have seen? " Merry loved a captive audience.
"The beginning is always best, Merry," Pippin stated matter-of-factly.
The older Hobbit looked at his cousin in annoyance.
"They were huge," he began, "and we were frightened."
"I was not frightened, if I remember correctly," Pip's voice chirped.
"They came towards us with swords drawn. One even had a crossbow. It was pointed at my head."
" 'Course, yours is bigger than mine. Though I am the taller."
Merry gave him a withering glance and continued. "The air was filled with the buzz of bees, Beorn's beasts. They united in their attack on the poor Uruk-hai."
"Never did I think to hear you say 'poor' when it came to Uruk-hai," Pippin said angrily.
" 'Twas before Boromir."
"Ah," Pippin sighed.
"Their helms, armour, and weapons were covered in the honey they had tried to filch. They ran, but the bees were merciless. The Uruk climbed higher up the mountain. The bees followed. The Uruk tripped into the eagle's nest. Feathers flew everywhere."
"Twelve tickly uruk-hai ran away, howling at the top of their lungs."
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