Two Hobbits, a Dinosaur and a War Plane.

I have my two year old grandson staying. From time to time during the day he needs a little "quiet bed time" (as you do). His dad ratted about in the closets for some toys and I discovered I was sadly lacking in the toy department.
Two hobbit figurines, a plastic T-rex and a model war plane.
Hmm, bit sad. But actually, I got to thinking a great story could be made from that combination.
A bed is a fantastic place for playtime. A bedspread can become a whole land with roads and fields, put you knee up and instantly you have a mountain, valleys and cliff faces.
A patchwork quilt gives you a farm and the old chenille covers from back in the day give you labyrinthine paths.

So, as a creative writing exercise:

Two Hobbits, A Dinosaur and a War Plane. 

As everyone knows, hobbits are a gentle, meek folk, but true of heart and courageous.

One day one of the great overlords of the land, William of Hodgeman, came to two such hobbits.

He had heard of their great deeds and their great valour.

"I have a mighty quest for you" he told the lads, "a foully dangerous thing must be destroyed and banished from our fair land forever. You must journey to the Edge of the World and cast this object from us" he entreated to them as he handed them a scroll.

The brave hobbits set out on their unknown journey. The first days were pleasant. They passed through the  bouroughs of Paradise, the Promised Land and the delightful land of Belauh, where all is always lovely. When they stopped for elevensies they found that the rock cakes their mother had made them rattled about in the tin and became gravel cakes. This was the only difficulty on the journey.

As they journeyed west, they encountered perils. This was a wild and dangerous land, with strange and unknown inhabitants. They passed through Murderer's Gulley and emerged breathless but alive.

The land of Flowerdale, which belied it's name and bore no flowers had strange , silent figures watching the hobbits as they passed. Occasionally great and violent wheeled monsters roared past them. Once one of these monsters died and spewed it's evil load out. The young hobbits hid and watched.

They passed by the infamous Misery Mountain and to the dreaded Dismal Swamp.

 That night as they lay down they had the feeling they were being watched.

Their journey end was drawing closer. They were weary and afraid as the land grew hostile and perilous. They knew they were being followed.

"Did you hear that Mr Frodo?" asked Sam, as they heard a rustling of vegetation.

They turned around to see a great monster just behind them.

"Run Mr Frodo, run"

After many dangers. toils and snares they reached the Edge of the World.

They knew they were there because there is a sign. They unfurled the scroll.

"I must take a peep" said Sam

He read the title of the document. "The Forest Peace Agreement"

The brave hobbits wrapped it with a stone and threw it off the Edge of the World never to be seen again.

They heard a noise above them and a plane circled and landed behind them. Another of the Great Land Overlords disembarked and approached them. It was Sir Clive of Palmer.

"Good job boys, just checking you did the deed. Now I will begin mining and logging your fair isle."

"Have you met my associate?" 

He gestured to the great dinosaur. "Nice to meet you boys, I nearly caught up to you on the way" he said 

The hobbits, never a folk to take avid interest in politics, had not realised they were pawns in a political power play. They accepted Sir Clive's offer of a flight back to the Shire and so the two ugly dinosaurs and the two hobbits were returned to their respective lifestyles to live happily ever after.

P.S. I will be investing in some decent toys shortly.