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Hi,
I wrote a little short story because I thought it would be awesome to combine other stories with Sherlock. And because Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman both currently work on "The Hobbit" it was, of course, first choice.
As English isn't my first language it might be a little hard to read, but I hope it's enjoyable ;)
An Unexpected Case
In an Apartment 221b Baker Street, there lived a consulting detective. Not a dull little apartment with order and enough to eat. It was Sherlocks apartment and that means: Experiments and chaos.
Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective and also a high functioning sociopath, lived there with John Watson, a veteran of the Afghanistan War and former medical officer. This is a story of Sherlock and a really weird case:
One day, out of boredom, the detective had written an algorithm all over the wall and Mrs. Hudson, the landlady, nearly had a heart attack when she stepped into the room. Luckily for Sherlock, the door bell rang and she had to go downstairs to open the door.
In front of the door stood an old bearded man with a pointed hat and a wooden staff. Without another glance Mrs. Hudson turned her head and shouted: “Sherlock! There might be another case for you!� Then she scrutinized the old man disapprovingly and went away to get herself a cup of tea while muttering: “Freaks, nothing but freaks in this town…�
Sherlock appeared at the door and said after a quick glance disappointed: “Boring.�
When the old man wanted to open his mouth to say something, the door was already closed again.
John sat in a wing chair and zapped through the TV-program. As Sherlock entered the room, John looked up and asked: “Who was it?� – “Not our business� , Sherlock replied.
John stood up and went to the window. There was no one around. Slowly, John returned to the wing chair and turned off the TV.
Suddenly, the door bell rang again. Sherlock seemed not to care, so John went downstairs and opened the door. There stood 13 little men, half the size of John, all bearded and with strange medieval clothing, they had two ponies with them. “Fili, Kili, Oin, Gloin, Thorin Oakenshield, Dwalin, Balin, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Dori, Nori, and Ori, at your service.�
John couldn’t say a single tone, but Sherlock joined him at the door.
“You didn’t travel the long distance with two ponies to offer your services. No, you want something from me, what is it?� Hesitantly, the one called Thorin said: “We’d like to have some food and water, we are searching for someone.� Sherlock wrinkled his brows, then he relaxed and said.
“Mineworkers. There is coal dust on your clothes that even the rain during your long journey couldn’t wash away. Your hand trembles, but not from coldness, your bodies are rather stout and the clothes are from good quality. There are traces of foam and ashes on your beards; you are probably chronic drinkers and smokers like the one who rang the doorbell before you, so I presume you are looking for him and I think he ordered you here for a specific purpose, a case probably, earlier I’d have said it wasn’t very important because he left right after I refused to take it, but now you are here. So I am sure he returns and probably wants to do it in a dramatic way because he also dresses in a dramatic way.�
The little men exchanged glances and suddenly the old man appeared right in front of Sherlock’s apartment and said: “Hello I am Gandalf and these are dwarves whose money has been robbed. So... you may have changed your mind and take the case?�
“I assume the dwarves saved their money in the deep of the mountains, because they haven’t seen the sunlight in months it seems. Probably one of them is the thief himself.�
Thorin raised his head. “We know who the thief is, it’s the Dragon Smaug and we want you to come with us to take our money back!�
“My job is to think and I think this case doesn’t afford my job, if you know who the thief is, go to the police I’m a consulting detective, not an escorting one, bye.�
Gandalf sighed: “We would have needed the best for the job, now we have to go on with Bilbo Baggins…� Resigned they went away.
Last edited by Willing Participant (April 15, 2012 9:03 pm)
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Awesome - it's "Hoblock"! Well done!
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I love it! Two of my 5 main interests together! I love it!!! =) =) =)
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willingparticipant, that was great!
I will add one thing: When Sherlock started to speak, the oldest dwarf, Balin, started to scream and shake uncontrollably, because he was absolutely convinced, that he recognized this special voice and that it was the voice of the thief. Even, when Gandalf pointed out, that Sherlock was not a dragon and that Smaug's adress was the Lonely Mountain and not 221b Baker Street, he was not shaken in his conviction. He even called Detective Inspector Lestrade and tried to persuade him , to search for the suitcase full of treasure by setting up a pretend drugs bust. But Lestrade refused and said, all they would probably find, were a couple of eye balls in the microwave or a few thumbs in the fridge.
Gandalf, though, couldn't kill this little idea, which had made it's home in his head, the idea, that there was a strange connection between Sherlock and Smaug, and he went gladly with Bilbo Baggins.
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I loved this story. It really made me smile!