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Scene: Galadriel is doing her opening line...
Galadriel: The world is changed. I feel it in the waters. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air.
She said with pride, but then continued: Eww... I can really smell it! It smells so terrible, Aragorn, ^PLEASE^ go take a shower.
Aragorn: HEY! Don't make fun. I used my manly cologne. Just go on with your line.
Galadriel: Fine, for Celeborn's sake! Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it. There, happy now?
It began with the forging of the great trashes. Three were given to the elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings, seven to the dwarf lords, great miners and garbage men of the mountain halls, and nine, nine trashes were gifted to the race of men, who above all else desire odor.
For within these trashes was bound the strength and will to govern each race. But they were all of them deceived. For another trash was created. In the land of Canada, in the fires of Mount Fuji, the Dark lord Sauron forged in secret a master trash to control all others. And into this trash he poured his smelliness, his grease, and his will to dominate all dump. One trash to rule them all.
One by one, free lands in Middle-Dump fell to the power of the trash. But there were some who resisted. A last alliance of Men and Elves marched against the armies of Canada and on the slopes of Mount Fuji, they fought for the freedom of Middle-Dump.
Victory was near. But the power of the Trash could not be undone. It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Isildur, son of the king, took up his father's sword. Sauron, the enemy of the free people of Middle-Dump, was defeated. The trash passed to Isildur, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever. But the hearts of men are easily corrupted, and the trash of power has a will of its own. It betrayed Isildur to his death.
And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend, legend became myth and for two and a half thousand years, the trash passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, it ensnared a new bearer.
Gollum: My precious.
The Trash came to the creature Gollum who took it deep into the tunnels of the misty mountains. And there it consumed him.
Ring: Yummy dinner~
Gollum shrieked.
CL: Oh crud! Not ^THAT^ literally! Okra.
Ring: Oops, I ^DIDN'T^ do that on purpose...
CL: Elrond, we need your help.
Elrond: Bah... Humbug! It's always ^MY^ job. ::Snorts:: Why not the doctor over there do it?
CL: ^THAT^, my dear Elrond, would be Charli, the psychiatrist/therapist.
A/N: Elrond looks like Mr. C. (Spanish teacher), that's why he snorted.
So Elrond healed Gollum, and everything go on the way they are supposed to be. Gollum: "It came to me! My own, my love, my precious."
The trash brought to Gollum unnatural, F-artificial, long life. For five hundred years it polluted his mind. And in the gloom of Gollum's cave it waited. Darkness crept back in the forest of the world. Rumor grew of a shadow in the east, whispers of a nameless fear, and the trash of power perceived its time had now come. It abandoned Gollum. But something happened then, the trash did not intend. The most unlikely creature imaginable picked it up.
Bilbo: "What's this?"
A hobbit. Bilbo Baggins of the Shire.
Bilbo: A trash!
Gollum: Lost!
For the time would soon come when hobbits will shape the fortunes of all.
P.s.: The reviews are my moral support. So PLEASE review, and then I shall write more to make you feel ^satisfied^.
Scene: Galadriel is doing her opening line...
Galadriel: The world is changed. I feel it in the waters. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air.
She said with pride, but then continued: Eww... I can really smell it! It smells so terrible, Aragorn, ^PLEASE^ go take a shower.
Aragorn: HEY! Don't make fun. I used my manly cologne. Just go on with your line.
Galadriel: Fine, for Celeborn's sake! Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it. There, happy now?
It began with the forging of the great trashes. Three were given to the elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings, seven to the dwarf lords, great miners and garbage men of the mountain halls, and nine, nine trashes were gifted to the race of men, who above all else desire odor.
For within these trashes was bound the strength and will to govern each race. But they were all of them deceived. For another trash was created. In the land of Canada, in the fires of Mount Fuji, the Dark lord Sauron forged in secret a master trash to control all others. And into this trash he poured his smelliness, his grease, and his will to dominate all dump. One trash to rule them all.
One by one, free lands in Middle-Dump fell to the power of the trash. But there were some who resisted. A last alliance of Men and Elves marched against the armies of Canada and on the slopes of Mount Fuji, they fought for the freedom of Middle-Dump.
Victory was near. But the power of the Trash could not be undone. It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Isildur, son of the king, took up his father's sword. Sauron, the enemy of the free people of Middle-Dump, was defeated. The trash passed to Isildur, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever. But the hearts of men are easily corrupted, and the trash of power has a will of its own. It betrayed Isildur to his death.
And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend, legend became myth and for two and a half thousand years, the trash passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, it ensnared a new bearer.
Gollum: My precious.
The Trash came to the creature Gollum who took it deep into the tunnels of the misty mountains. And there it consumed him.
Ring: Yummy dinner~
Gollum shrieked.
CL: Oh crud! Not ^THAT^ literally! Okra.
Ring: Oops, I ^DIDN'T^ do that on purpose...
CL: Elrond, we need your help.
Elrond: Bah... Humbug! It's always ^MY^ job. ::Snorts:: Why not the doctor over there do it?
CL: ^THAT^, my dear Elrond, would be Charli, the psychiatrist/therapist.
A/N: Elrond looks like Mr. C. (Spanish teacher), that's why he snorted.
So Elrond healed Gollum, and everything go on the way they are supposed to be. Gollum: "It came to me! My own, my love, my precious."
The trash brought to Gollum unnatural, F-artificial, long life. For five hundred years it polluted his mind. And in the gloom of Gollum's cave it waited. Darkness crept back in the forest of the world. Rumor grew of a shadow in the east, whispers of a nameless fear, and the trash of power perceived its time had now come. It abandoned Gollum. But something happened then, the trash did not intend. The most unlikely creature imaginable picked it up.
Bilbo: "What's this?"
A hobbit. Bilbo Baggins of the Shire.
Bilbo: A trash!
Gollum: Lost!
For the time would soon come when hobbits will shape the fortunes of all.
P.s.: The reviews are my moral support. So PLEASE review, and then I shall write more to make you feel ^satisfied^.
