Parodies, how easy they be to write! Finally got around to writing the
Cinderella one!!!
DISCLAIMERS: no own LOTR.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Don't be offended that I made Legolas and Glorfindel stepbrothers. But, after all, I think they've had more than there share of being good and pretty, don't you? So now I've made them Bad and Pretty. Joi o joi! Oh, and please forgive me for calling Aragorn beautiful. ^.^
Striderella (or, recognized to the elves by the name of "Cinder-Elessar")
Once upon a time in the city of Imladris, there lived a wealthy and handsome man named Arathorn. Now this Arathorn had a beautiful child named Aragorn. The child was very strong for his age, and had a full head of petroliferous black hair. Indeed, he was very beautiful. The two lived happily for many years; but although Aragorn had almost everything in the world, he didn't have a mother. She had died many moons ago. The father realized that his boy needed one, so he remarried. This time, Arathorn chose for his bride a beautiful Lothlorien elf, who also happened to have two sons of her own.
Soon, the father was slain in battle, and the Stepmother Galadriel showed her true side! And a Dark and Terrible side it was! (Dun, dun, dun) She immediately gave Aragorn rags to wear, and forced him to do all the chores. Poor Aragorn, who was now called Strider by his stepbrothers, his only friends were that of the little hobbits that lived in the walls of the house, burrowing tunnels in the manor's interior. Strider had sewn these little naked creatures wee shirts and socks, and gave them mushrooms to eat in exchange for friendship. The ones he liked a certain four little Hobbits the best. There were two flaxen haired ones named Merry and Pippin, a blue- eyed one called Frodo, and a chubby one named Samwise. Despite the work, they were always in good humor.
DISCLAIMERS: no own LOTR.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Don't be offended that I made Legolas and Glorfindel stepbrothers. But, after all, I think they've had more than there share of being good and pretty, don't you? So now I've made them Bad and Pretty. Joi o joi! Oh, and please forgive me for calling Aragorn beautiful. ^.^
Striderella (or, recognized to the elves by the name of "Cinder-Elessar")
Once upon a time in the city of Imladris, there lived a wealthy and handsome man named Arathorn. Now this Arathorn had a beautiful child named Aragorn. The child was very strong for his age, and had a full head of petroliferous black hair. Indeed, he was very beautiful. The two lived happily for many years; but although Aragorn had almost everything in the world, he didn't have a mother. She had died many moons ago. The father realized that his boy needed one, so he remarried. This time, Arathorn chose for his bride a beautiful Lothlorien elf, who also happened to have two sons of her own.
Soon, the father was slain in battle, and the Stepmother Galadriel showed her true side! And a Dark and Terrible side it was! (Dun, dun, dun) She immediately gave Aragorn rags to wear, and forced him to do all the chores. Poor Aragorn, who was now called Strider by his stepbrothers, his only friends were that of the little hobbits that lived in the walls of the house, burrowing tunnels in the manor's interior. Strider had sewn these little naked creatures wee shirts and socks, and gave them mushrooms to eat in exchange for friendship. The ones he liked a certain four little Hobbits the best. There were two flaxen haired ones named Merry and Pippin, a blue- eyed one called Frodo, and a chubby one named Samwise. Despite the work, they were always in good humor.