'ello peeps! This is a bit of randomness that popped into my mind while I was playing piano. Don't ask why. Don't ask how. It's weird, it's random, it's strange, and yes, that song was made up by me.
Disclaimer: Do I need a disclaimer for this? It feels kinda weird writing a disclaimer for this, but I guess I should anyways. Okay…here goes: Don't own anything in here (besides the parts of the song that has nothing to do with hobbits or dwarves or orcs which basically leaves me with what…two lines of originality? -grin- :D)
From the land of the hobbits and dwarves
To the dungeons filled with orcsh galore
There be no wine nor beer nor shpirit
That warms me to the core
Ohhhhhh, blessh me soul
And curse me foes
That there be never more wine nor beer nor sh-sh—shpirit
That warms me to the core!!
CRASH
"Gimli!! What the Mordor is going on?! Where's the wine that I left out for the council members---oh. I see where it went." Aragorn looked grimly at the barely conscious dwarf looking up at him groggily from the floor.
"Hello mine grashious and shplendid and grashious king! Bend your back! I must tell ye a she---she---seeeecret."
"That's all right Gimli. Maybe you should go back to your rooms."
"Nooooo," The drunken dwarf slurred, "A marveshly shecret shecret I must tell ye!"
"Alright, you can tell me this…er..secret. But only after I get you to your rooms." Aragorn added, muttering, "Before get hold of my port."
"Yesh! Yesh! I will tell yous me secret now!!"
"Hey, Aragorn!!"
"What now! Oh, hello Legola----. Legolas. What is that on your head?"
The elf prince grinned, "I can't tell you! It's a secret!"
"Shecrets, Shmecrets! Don't go shtealing me shecrets you son of a Nazgul!" the stocky dwarf roared at his…er…friend.
"I'm not stealing your secrets!! I have my own secret!! On top of my head you blind troll!
"Who are yous calling a blind troll, you…you…you…FISH!"
"Fish?"
"Yes. You floppin' flippery flummering pointy eared FISH!!!"
"Why I oughta!!"
"What! Shlap me with a FIIIIISH!!!"
"QUIET!!!" The King of Gondor looked at each of them sternly. "All right you two. No more fishy talk, no more shecre---I mean---secrets, no more yelling all right? Here, Gimli, give me back what's left of that wine., and tell me this shecre---ARRGHH---secret. Then, you can go to bed. Legolas, just get the Mordor out of here, and take your headwear secret and fish with you. Now…Gimli," He sighed, "What's the she---secret?"
Gimli giggled (something you seriously wouldn't want to hear), "Mine shecret is of the utmost shecrecy! It's sho shecret that the shecrecy of this shecret is in itself of utmost shecrecy. Mine shecret is…"
And then he woke up.
Tell me what you make of this 'cuz I don't know what to make of this. What do you think the secret is and whose dream do you suppose it was? 'Cuz Im not sure. -another grin- :DDD
