A  Dangerous Mission

Beta: Pearl 

The aroma of cinnamon fills the smial. It creeps up my nose and, if my nose had ears, it would have heard a sweet voice whisper: “Find me, take me, taste me.”

Well my nose has no ears, but I do what it tells me to anyway. Or at least I try too.

The first order, “Find me,” is no trouble at all and the last one, “Taste me,” would also be an easy thing to do, if only there wouldn´t be the middle one, “Take me!”

Between fulfilling that desire of my nose and his companion that has joined him shortly after, called tummy, stands ONE thing.  One might be a small number, but sometimes it can be more than an army of hundreds.

About what are we speaking of here you wonder? A big dragon with mighty fiery breath? Or a fierce two headed dog with sharp teeth?

No, let me assure you, it is far worse!

A cruel creature it is. It has no sympathy for the needs of a hungry tweenager. It guards its territory with wakeful eyes. And not just with the two on the front, no! It also has eyes in the back of its head. Its weapons are terrible and not to be overcome, but desperate as I am, near starving to death, only bones and skin, I nevertheless gather all my courage together and walk right into its domain.

It does not turn around to me, but I know, that it knows I am there. The eyes in the back of its head are fixed on me.

Still I try to be brave and sneak forward, step by step, till I finally reach the table and on it, my goal.

Two dozen warm, golden little cakes spread with cinnamon.

My mouth starts to water and my tummy grumbles. I stretch out a hand…and then it happens.

It turns around. A frying pan in its hand, it stares at me and opens its mouth.

I know my last hour is near. My hands tremble and I regret to die without tasting one of those delicious looking cakes.

I fall to the ground. My body twitches a last time, then the strength leaves my starving body and I lie still.

I hear a sigh and I open one eye just a wee bit to see it standing over me, rolling its eyes.

“Alright, Master Pippin” it says. “You can take one of the cakes. But the rest are for tea. Mister Frodo and Mister Merry would be quite put out, if they don’t get any.”

I feel the strength returning to me and jump to my feet. I grab one of the cakes before it can change its mind and run out of the kitchen.

“Thanks Sam.” I shout, before disappearing around a corner.

- The End -

AN: This is another fast written story with elements given by Pearl.

Elements: Pippin and Sam/ Eyes in the back of his head.

Pearl betaread it, but I just now changed some small bits on it, because after I translated it to German, it just seemed to fit better and  I hope it is still correct English now. If its not, then its my fault and please tell me.