The Necklace of Yasagriell

Years ago, when Lord of the Rings was popular, my husband and I wrote a story together that was supposed to be a spoof of the trilogy. I recently ran across it and thought it was pretty funny:



Prosolo gasped as she clawed at the peak of the Halobarad Mountain, her paws slipping on the slick rocks.

"The necklace of Yasagriell," Prosolo breathed, as she gazed upon the shimmering circle of light that was illuminated by a ray of sun.

For thousands of years, the necklace of Yasagriell had been protected by a worthy member of the tribe of Beaudeindalf. The Beaudeindalves were winged creatures that sacrificed one castrated male each year to defend the necklace of Yasagriell. This had been the purpose of the Beaudeindalves in Middle Earth since the beginning of time.

But in the last century, all of the Beaudeindalves had been slain by a gypsy tribe of Tirithiomirs. Tirithiomirs were a particularly fierce breed of elves that Prosolo had come across only once in her life, when she was only a child wandering through a forest, and it had made a tingle go through her thick fur. Prosolo was later told by her grandmother Legoladaine that the Tirithiomirs had led a secret attack on the Beaudeindalves in the Valley of Malahthiel, killing all but Ondodo, Grandolier, Nobb, and Vanaroond, their eldest members, who were later sacrificed to Andumeeh, the elfin god of the Tirithiomirs.

It was uncertain if the Tirithiomirs had slain the Beaudeindalves with the intention of swiping the necklace of Yasagriell. But if this was the case, Prosolo could not let this happen. She had to protect the necklace of Yasagriell herself at any cost.

As Prosolo edged toward the necklace, she was suddenly blinded by a creature that leaped in her way. She fell back upon her hind legs, and watched the blue animal with thick fur snatch up the necklace with his paw. The creature held up the necklace of Yasagriell in the air triumphantly.

Prosolo felt her stomach sink. "Who... who are you?" she stammered. He didn't appear to be a Tirithiomir. "What do you want this necklace for?"

"I need this necklace to get to the next level," the creature explained. "My name is Sonic."