This was a one part fanfic piece which I wrote a long time ago this year.
I never wrote the other parts because I didn't have time.might finish it
someday.in the distant future.
An old man is sitting in a dark room on a throne. He has a long white beard with one black streak in the middle of it. He is wearing white coloured robes and his wrinkled hands rest on his lap. He is painting his (very) long pointed finger nails a pretty pink colour. "They look gorgeous darling!" he says to himself.
The door suddenly opens and the old man quickly shoves the pink nail varnish inside his robes. A tall man with shoulder length dark hair enters the room. He bows before the Old man saying "Good day Sarry." For indeed this is the old man's name, and in actual fact he is not only an old man as it would appear. He is the wise Saruman (nicknamed Sarry), once a great wizard now become guidance councilor. "Tell me, friend *winks* what can I do for you today?" Says he. "Don't mind if I pop in for a quick chat do you? Got an awful lot on my mind that perhaps I could share with you?" "Any time Aragorn, any time! A problem shared is a problem halved!" (chuckles) "Uh, yes right. Well as destined King of Gondor I have just Ohhh so many responsibilities and being the responsible guy I am I do my best to fulfill my duties." "Oh yes of course, right thing to do" Sarry agrees. "Of course they're not ALL so bad. I do get the enjoyable task of keeping an eye on those little hobbit cuties! Haha they do keep me entertained *winks *" "hmm" "Yes, well I have quite a problem on hand. Four of the wee blighters are setting out on an errand, something about a ring and a bloke named Sauron, and I have been appointed as there "looker -after". I'm meeting them down at the prancing pony in Bree in a week." "And how do you feel about this" Saruman says in a serious tone. "Pardon? What do you mean?" "What feelings have been created in your mind? What thoughts have you encountered? Share with Sarry, he wants to meet your inner sole?" "Are you reading out of a book?" Sarry quickly shoves My First Guide to counseling in a pocket and looks around innocently. "Book? What book! Don't be silly, I would do no such thing!" "No of course not.." "But really Aragorn, what's troubling you? Are you nervous? Do these creatures bite?" "No not as far as I know. Its not them I worry about, its me." "Go ahead." "As you know I'm quite a self conscious fellow. I want to do my best to impress these young hobbits. I want to look like I really know what I'm doing. But I need to promote a new self-image! This elf lover boy thing is just not working!" "Time for a change you think but you're not quite sure of what eh? Don't worry, old Sarry is here to help. Is there anything at all you have in mind?" "Well I was thinking of maybe a wild, rough n' tumble look with a touch of mystery." "Manly stubble and a drawn hood will take care of that." "Yes but do you think its convincing enough?" "Oh yes! The 'ranger' look is tres chic this year!" "Now all I need is a few intelligent sounding lines and I'll be all set to sweep these hobbits off their feet!" "Just add a few fancy words into any old sentence and you'll be sure to stun them." "Thank you Sarry, you've really eased my mind." "No problem at all, that's what I'm here for *cheesy smile *" Saruman chuckles and pats Aragorn on the shoulder. Aragorn nods and leaves the room.
An old man is sitting in a dark room on a throne. He has a long white beard with one black streak in the middle of it. He is wearing white coloured robes and his wrinkled hands rest on his lap. He is painting his (very) long pointed finger nails a pretty pink colour. "They look gorgeous darling!" he says to himself.
The door suddenly opens and the old man quickly shoves the pink nail varnish inside his robes. A tall man with shoulder length dark hair enters the room. He bows before the Old man saying "Good day Sarry." For indeed this is the old man's name, and in actual fact he is not only an old man as it would appear. He is the wise Saruman (nicknamed Sarry), once a great wizard now become guidance councilor. "Tell me, friend *winks* what can I do for you today?" Says he. "Don't mind if I pop in for a quick chat do you? Got an awful lot on my mind that perhaps I could share with you?" "Any time Aragorn, any time! A problem shared is a problem halved!" (chuckles) "Uh, yes right. Well as destined King of Gondor I have just Ohhh so many responsibilities and being the responsible guy I am I do my best to fulfill my duties." "Oh yes of course, right thing to do" Sarry agrees. "Of course they're not ALL so bad. I do get the enjoyable task of keeping an eye on those little hobbit cuties! Haha they do keep me entertained *winks *" "hmm" "Yes, well I have quite a problem on hand. Four of the wee blighters are setting out on an errand, something about a ring and a bloke named Sauron, and I have been appointed as there "looker -after". I'm meeting them down at the prancing pony in Bree in a week." "And how do you feel about this" Saruman says in a serious tone. "Pardon? What do you mean?" "What feelings have been created in your mind? What thoughts have you encountered? Share with Sarry, he wants to meet your inner sole?" "Are you reading out of a book?" Sarry quickly shoves My First Guide to counseling in a pocket and looks around innocently. "Book? What book! Don't be silly, I would do no such thing!" "No of course not.." "But really Aragorn, what's troubling you? Are you nervous? Do these creatures bite?" "No not as far as I know. Its not them I worry about, its me." "Go ahead." "As you know I'm quite a self conscious fellow. I want to do my best to impress these young hobbits. I want to look like I really know what I'm doing. But I need to promote a new self-image! This elf lover boy thing is just not working!" "Time for a change you think but you're not quite sure of what eh? Don't worry, old Sarry is here to help. Is there anything at all you have in mind?" "Well I was thinking of maybe a wild, rough n' tumble look with a touch of mystery." "Manly stubble and a drawn hood will take care of that." "Yes but do you think its convincing enough?" "Oh yes! The 'ranger' look is tres chic this year!" "Now all I need is a few intelligent sounding lines and I'll be all set to sweep these hobbits off their feet!" "Just add a few fancy words into any old sentence and you'll be sure to stun them." "Thank you Sarry, you've really eased my mind." "No problem at all, that's what I'm here for *cheesy smile *" Saruman chuckles and pats Aragorn on the shoulder. Aragorn nods and leaves the room.
