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The performers were a study in contrasts. One was a short, fat well-dressed hobbit and the other was a tall, thin man wearing a green cloak that had seen better days. As the studio audience roared excitedly, they began to perform their latest hit single, "Eärendil."
Bilbo, the short, fat hobbit, began to sing…
"Eärendil was an elven fellow
With a head of hair so yellow.
He wore a green stone on his chest
When he wanted to look his best…take it away, Dunadan!"
"Eärendil! Eärendil," shrieked the tall figure,
"On his brow a Silmaril!"
Bilbo grabbed the mike back and continued…
"Off he went with a splish splash splosh,
The angry waves his ship did wash.
He sailed through moonlit silvery nights,
And through daytime's dancing lights... go, Duney, go!"
"Eärendil! Eärendil," yowled Aragorn, emotionally brandishing his broken sword,
"I salute you with Narsil!"
Bilbo waved to a group of fans, and continued…
"When at last he reached Aman
And told the Valar why he'd come,
A fancy ship they made for him
And placed him in the night sky dim… take it, Aragorn!"
"Eärendil! Eärendil," howled Aragorn hysterically,
"In the night sky we see you still!"
An excited member of the studio audience jumped onto the stage. "Again," he yelled, "I've just gotta hear it again!"
"Sorry, Lindir," said Bilbo. "My throat is like sandpaper, man. Some other time, perhaps…"
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Author's Note: This is an excerpt from my fan fiction, "Haldir of L'Oreal" which was removed from ff(dot)net as it did not meet their high literary standards.
If you'd like to read it, it's up on councilofelrond(dot)com where my username is "pv"