Well, here’s the first of the Falmac short stories. This one and most likely the next couple stories will be about the more lighthearted adventures he had before he left the Shire. Enjoy!
Falmac swung his legs over his bed. He quickly swapped his night clothes for a pair of blue overalls and a white undershirt. He brushed back his black hair in front of the mirror, then went to eat his first breakfast, consisting of plenty of eggs and bacon. He grabbed his fishing pole and his case of special bait (which he never revealed to anyone since it always caught him plenty of fish) from where it sat beside his bookshelf but decided he didn’t want to miss second breakfast, in case if the fishing contest lasted too long. So he whipped himself up a bowl of oatmeal and toast and headed out.
It was a nice day in the homesteads, the sun brightly shining, the birds singing, and the grass soft underneath his feet. He reached the lake in the center of the private homesteads in which he lived and sat down next to a fellow hobbit, Tom Proudfoot. “Nice day for a fishing contest eh Fal,” as all his friends called him that. “Yup, and I even managed to squeeze in second breakfast before I came,” replied a very full, but happy Falmac. “Drat, I wasn’t sure if I’d have time and now the contest isn’t going to start for another ten minutes.” But the ten minutes passed by quickly as more hobbits arrived, a total of twenty to be exact. “Now remember,” one of the three judges said, ” you’ll only get three tries,”and then the contest started.
Falmac carefully inserted his special bait, which looked like a lot of brown guck hardened into a round ball, onto his hook and let it fly. He patiently waited for a fish to latch on and he didn’t have to sit there long. Soon there was a great tug on his fishing rod. He tugged till his face turned red and finally the fish broke free of the water. But it wasn’t a fish, it was actually just a black rubber boot. “Huh!?” exclaimed Falmac, bewildered. “Well, if you can catch another one, you’ll have a pair,” chuckled Tom besides him. Well at least my second attempt will be much better, thought Falmac. He once again put his bait on his hook, then when he swung his fishing rod he felt a tug on himself and got flung headfirst into the water. He struggled to the surface, he wasn’t a good swimmer like most hobbits but he was better than many and was able to clamber onto the shore. He looked into every one’s worried faces when they started to break into a laugh. “What’s everyone laughing about!” demanded Falmac. “Look behind you,” said another one of Falmac’s friends Peregrin Took. Falmac turned around and saw that his hook had actually caught itself on his overalls. He carefully removed it and stood back up, This is your last chance don’t mess it up.He threw his line, with bait attached and not his overalls, and it plunked into the water. “Five more minutes!” shouted one of the judges. Falmac knew there was a slim chance of catching a fish but he didn’t give up hope and soon he felt a tug on his pole again. He pulled, and tugged and finally, broke free, a fish. A yellow stripped flipper, a rare breed of fish,what luck,thought Falmac. Then the horn sounding the contest was over.
The judges looked over everyone’s catch, while making marks on their clipboards. Falmac felt confident since not only did he have a rare fish, but a nice one too. Once the judges were finished the head judge stood on a podium and said, “Now in third place, for this bronze trophy is Peregrin Took!” There was a round of applause and cheers since he was a popular and like able hobbit. “In second place for this silver trophy is Amy Brandybuck!” Once again more cheers and applause, “And finally our fist place winner for this giant gold trophy is… Bellystink Twoleftfeet for his three yellow striped flippers!” “Hyuh hyuh hyuh!” laughed Bellystink as he accepted his prize, which was met with shocked, and a bit awkward silence. Then finally the silence was broke when Tom yelled, “What!?” which was met with a murmur of agreement. “Oh well,” chuckled Falmac, “maybe next year.”