Disclaimer: I don't own this story plot. It's Disney. Yes it's a spoof.
I also don't own LotR.
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The Gondor King
Long, long, ago in a place far, far, away...
The people of Gondor rejoiced. The heir to the Gondor Lands had been born, his name was Simbagorn.
Simbagorn was blessed by Rafikirond, the wise pointy-eared baboon, on the day of his birth.
But elsewhere in the Gondor Land was his evil uncle, Scarnethor, sulking at the fact an heir had been born to the King of the Gondor Lands.
"And I was next in line until that little brat was born!" he fumed pacing back and forth. "What can I do now?" and Scarnethor began to plot.
A few years later...
Simbagorn was a young ladcub and had made friends with a lasscub whose name was Nalarwen. The two played often and always seemed to find away into trouble.
This particular time, they ended up in the Mordor Graveyard, at Uncle Scarnethors urging. A place neither of them were ever allowed to go.
As always, they managed to rid themselves of the annoying guard in charge of watching them. Inside the Mordor Graveyard they encountered three stooge orcs. The leader of the stooge orcs, Edomir, was about to kill the two cubs when The King came to their rescue.
Once safely in the Gondor lands The King scolded his son about how what he did was wrong. Simbagorn apologized and things were fine for the next few days.
Meanwhile in the Mordor Graveyard...
Scarnethor was furious.
"I practicly giftwrped those cubs and you couldn't even dispose of them! You orcs are pathetic!"
The orcs of course were oblivious to Scarnethor's insult and continued doing...whatever it is.
The Scarnethor got and idea, an wonderful idea. A wonderful awful idea.
"What we need to do is get rid of The King."
All three orcs stoped what they were doing.
"What is He sick?"
Scarnethor hauled Edomir up by the neck and said, "No fool we're going to kill Him, and Simbagorn too." He dropped the orc.
"Great idea who needs a king! Gondor needs no king!"
Scarnethor nodded, "Yes Gondor doesn't need a king. But I will be the Steward of the Gondor Lands!"
All of the orcs in the Mordor Graveyard cheered.
A few days later Scarnethor took Simbagorn out to an deep valley gorge and told him there would be a surprise in a few moments.
At Scarnethor's signal, Edomir and his two goons started a stampede of vegetarian Balrogs.
Simbagorn tried to outrun the stampede but was soon trapped.
A little while away The King was talking with and advisor when Scarnethor came running up. "Stampede of vegetarian Balrogs! In the Gorge! Simbagorn is down there!"
The King immediately sprang up and ran at full to the Gorge.
Once there he saw Simbagorn clinging for dear life to a small rock outcropping.
"Simbagorn!" The King yelled.
"Dad! Help me!" Simbagorn yelled back.
"I'm coming Simbagorn!" And The King scrambled down the steep rocky side of the gorge. He got to Simbagorn and was able to get him to a safe ledge away from the stampede. He tried to climb up after Simbagorn, but a tall Balrog pushed him away from the sides.
Simbagorn watched in horror as his father was carried off. But then, whether by chance or a miracle, he saw The King catch a small out cropping further down the way and began to climb up.
Scarnethor was waiting for The King at the top. The King found the rest of the side to slippery to climb and called out, "Scarethorn! Help me!"
Scarnethorn grabbed The King's hands and in a deadly voice whispered to The King, "Long live The King." Then Scarnethorn threw The King's hands back away from the cliff causing Him to loose His balance.
The King fell into the shadow of the stampede, Simbagorn above him watching helplessly cried out, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
After the stampede was gone Simbagorn went in search of his father. He found Him laying on the ground, unmoving.
"Father?" Simbagorn called approaching him. "Come on dad we got to go. Wake up." But The King didn't move and Simbagorn realized that his father was dead. He curled up by His side and cried.
"Simbagorn, poor Simbagorn." Scarnethor said approaching the ladcub.
"How could this happen?" Simbagorn asked.
Scarnethor convinced Simbagorn that it was his fault that his father died, "What would your mother think?"
"I don't know," Simbagorn replied, now fearful.
"Run," his uncle replied, "Run away and never return."
Simbagorn looked up in fear at his uncle and then ran away from the Gondor Lands.
Edomir and is orcs approached Scarnethor.
Without looking at his hench-orcs he spoke, "Kill him."
And off the orcs ran.
Simbagorn escaped the orcs and ran into the desert, running for days in through it.
Back in the Gondor Lands Scarnethor told the others of The King's death. "And now the approach the dawning of a new era where we will co-exist with the orcs!" And the land was covered with darkness.
Running through the desert 'bowling for buzzards' were two good friends Timonli and Pumboles. The two buddies came across little Simbagorn passed out on the ground.
Timonli the dwarf-meerkat saw what Simbagorn was. "Yeeks it's a hucub!" He scrambled away, "Run Pumboles! Move it!"
"Aww Timonli he's so cute and all alone. Can we keep him?" the dumb pointy- eared warthog asked.
"Pumboles are you nuts? This guy's a Hucub. Hucubs hate guys like us!"
After much arguing they finally decided to help the unconscious lad-cub.
Simbagorn awoke in a shaded oasis. "Where am I?" he asked.
"Glad to see your awake laddie," Timonli said getting up, "as for where you are, you're right here."
"Where's here?"
Timonli explained that they were in an oasis and that he and Pumboles had found him.
Once Simbagorn was up and moving the two friends offered to let Simbagorn join their small group. Simbagorn accepted and they went off to the jungle that Timonli and Pumboles lived in.
Simbagorn grew up with his new friends in the Jungle of Bree.
A/N: How's that for starters?
I also don't own LotR.
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The Gondor King
Long, long, ago in a place far, far, away...
The people of Gondor rejoiced. The heir to the Gondor Lands had been born, his name was Simbagorn.
Simbagorn was blessed by Rafikirond, the wise pointy-eared baboon, on the day of his birth.
But elsewhere in the Gondor Land was his evil uncle, Scarnethor, sulking at the fact an heir had been born to the King of the Gondor Lands.
"And I was next in line until that little brat was born!" he fumed pacing back and forth. "What can I do now?" and Scarnethor began to plot.
A few years later...
Simbagorn was a young ladcub and had made friends with a lasscub whose name was Nalarwen. The two played often and always seemed to find away into trouble.
This particular time, they ended up in the Mordor Graveyard, at Uncle Scarnethors urging. A place neither of them were ever allowed to go.
As always, they managed to rid themselves of the annoying guard in charge of watching them. Inside the Mordor Graveyard they encountered three stooge orcs. The leader of the stooge orcs, Edomir, was about to kill the two cubs when The King came to their rescue.
Once safely in the Gondor lands The King scolded his son about how what he did was wrong. Simbagorn apologized and things were fine for the next few days.
Meanwhile in the Mordor Graveyard...
Scarnethor was furious.
"I practicly giftwrped those cubs and you couldn't even dispose of them! You orcs are pathetic!"
The orcs of course were oblivious to Scarnethor's insult and continued doing...whatever it is.
The Scarnethor got and idea, an wonderful idea. A wonderful awful idea.
"What we need to do is get rid of The King."
All three orcs stoped what they were doing.
"What is He sick?"
Scarnethor hauled Edomir up by the neck and said, "No fool we're going to kill Him, and Simbagorn too." He dropped the orc.
"Great idea who needs a king! Gondor needs no king!"
Scarnethor nodded, "Yes Gondor doesn't need a king. But I will be the Steward of the Gondor Lands!"
All of the orcs in the Mordor Graveyard cheered.
A few days later Scarnethor took Simbagorn out to an deep valley gorge and told him there would be a surprise in a few moments.
At Scarnethor's signal, Edomir and his two goons started a stampede of vegetarian Balrogs.
Simbagorn tried to outrun the stampede but was soon trapped.
A little while away The King was talking with and advisor when Scarnethor came running up. "Stampede of vegetarian Balrogs! In the Gorge! Simbagorn is down there!"
The King immediately sprang up and ran at full to the Gorge.
Once there he saw Simbagorn clinging for dear life to a small rock outcropping.
"Simbagorn!" The King yelled.
"Dad! Help me!" Simbagorn yelled back.
"I'm coming Simbagorn!" And The King scrambled down the steep rocky side of the gorge. He got to Simbagorn and was able to get him to a safe ledge away from the stampede. He tried to climb up after Simbagorn, but a tall Balrog pushed him away from the sides.
Simbagorn watched in horror as his father was carried off. But then, whether by chance or a miracle, he saw The King catch a small out cropping further down the way and began to climb up.
Scarnethor was waiting for The King at the top. The King found the rest of the side to slippery to climb and called out, "Scarethorn! Help me!"
Scarnethorn grabbed The King's hands and in a deadly voice whispered to The King, "Long live The King." Then Scarnethorn threw The King's hands back away from the cliff causing Him to loose His balance.
The King fell into the shadow of the stampede, Simbagorn above him watching helplessly cried out, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
After the stampede was gone Simbagorn went in search of his father. He found Him laying on the ground, unmoving.
"Father?" Simbagorn called approaching him. "Come on dad we got to go. Wake up." But The King didn't move and Simbagorn realized that his father was dead. He curled up by His side and cried.
"Simbagorn, poor Simbagorn." Scarnethor said approaching the ladcub.
"How could this happen?" Simbagorn asked.
Scarnethor convinced Simbagorn that it was his fault that his father died, "What would your mother think?"
"I don't know," Simbagorn replied, now fearful.
"Run," his uncle replied, "Run away and never return."
Simbagorn looked up in fear at his uncle and then ran away from the Gondor Lands.
Edomir and is orcs approached Scarnethor.
Without looking at his hench-orcs he spoke, "Kill him."
And off the orcs ran.
Simbagorn escaped the orcs and ran into the desert, running for days in through it.
Back in the Gondor Lands Scarnethor told the others of The King's death. "And now the approach the dawning of a new era where we will co-exist with the orcs!" And the land was covered with darkness.
Running through the desert 'bowling for buzzards' were two good friends Timonli and Pumboles. The two buddies came across little Simbagorn passed out on the ground.
Timonli the dwarf-meerkat saw what Simbagorn was. "Yeeks it's a hucub!" He scrambled away, "Run Pumboles! Move it!"
"Aww Timonli he's so cute and all alone. Can we keep him?" the dumb pointy- eared warthog asked.
"Pumboles are you nuts? This guy's a Hucub. Hucubs hate guys like us!"
After much arguing they finally decided to help the unconscious lad-cub.
Simbagorn awoke in a shaded oasis. "Where am I?" he asked.
"Glad to see your awake laddie," Timonli said getting up, "as for where you are, you're right here."
"Where's here?"
Timonli explained that they were in an oasis and that he and Pumboles had found him.
Once Simbagorn was up and moving the two friends offered to let Simbagorn join their small group. Simbagorn accepted and they went off to the jungle that Timonli and Pumboles lived in.
Simbagorn grew up with his new friends in the Jungle of Bree.
A/N: How's that for starters?