This is a story. It's about elves hunting monkeys in Mirkwook.
NO I DON'T OWN MIRKWOOD OR ANY OF THE ELVES and if you think I do I have a bridge to sell you. It's all from the brilliant mind of a JRR Tolken
Now on to the story
Legolas and his troop of elves were hunting in Mirkwood. Their arrows were notched and ready. They were hunting these strange new creatures that had infested their forest recently. They were vaguely humanoid in form whit tails and they swung from trees. The humans had called them monkeys. Well, whatever they were, they were up hooting and screaming all night long. None of the elves could sleep, so they were hunting monkeys. About five minuets in to the trek they came upon a centaur. He came into sight just as he was standing up.
" What were you doing on the ground?" Called Legolas.
" Just practicing my back flips young elf. What might you be doing yourself?" replied the centaur.
" We are hunting monkeys, dear fellow. Might you be able to point the way?" asked Legolas.
The centaur replied enthusiastically, " I'll do you one better I'll lead the way to the encampment of these "monkeys" for you. I would like to think that I know these woods rather well. No need be shy my name's Porgesels what's yours? Well we'd better be off if we're going to find those "monkeys". I dare say why do you want kill monkeys, my dear Legolas?"
" I whish to kill these monkeys because they are disturbing my elves. I too know these woods well, I should for I'm the Prince of Mirkwood. And… um how did you know my name you hadn't given me time to state my name yet?" Ended a confused Legolas.
" I know much more than you would ever guess young one," said the strange centaur solemnly.
" How dare you call me "young one" I am well over a century old. How old are you centaur," Legolas spat this last word out.
" Oh much much older than that young one. I remember when this forest was just a bunch of saplings." He seems to have travel off into thought. Porgesels then proceeds to skip off in to the forest. Every once in a while he would stop and try a back flip, he never once got it right. The elves followed though they were very confused.
After walking a long ways, some one saw some movement in the trees. Then came the hail of poo. They were evil poo flinging monkeys! The elves returned fire, but it seemed to have little effect. The poo was blinding, and sticky and smelly. The elves had a very hard time fighting against these monkeys and their poo.
NO I DON'T OWN MIRKWOOD OR ANY OF THE ELVES and if you think I do I have a bridge to sell you. It's all from the brilliant mind of a JRR Tolken
Now on to the story
Legolas and his troop of elves were hunting in Mirkwood. Their arrows were notched and ready. They were hunting these strange new creatures that had infested their forest recently. They were vaguely humanoid in form whit tails and they swung from trees. The humans had called them monkeys. Well, whatever they were, they were up hooting and screaming all night long. None of the elves could sleep, so they were hunting monkeys. About five minuets in to the trek they came upon a centaur. He came into sight just as he was standing up.
" What were you doing on the ground?" Called Legolas.
" Just practicing my back flips young elf. What might you be doing yourself?" replied the centaur.
" We are hunting monkeys, dear fellow. Might you be able to point the way?" asked Legolas.
The centaur replied enthusiastically, " I'll do you one better I'll lead the way to the encampment of these "monkeys" for you. I would like to think that I know these woods rather well. No need be shy my name's Porgesels what's yours? Well we'd better be off if we're going to find those "monkeys". I dare say why do you want kill monkeys, my dear Legolas?"
" I whish to kill these monkeys because they are disturbing my elves. I too know these woods well, I should for I'm the Prince of Mirkwood. And… um how did you know my name you hadn't given me time to state my name yet?" Ended a confused Legolas.
" I know much more than you would ever guess young one," said the strange centaur solemnly.
" How dare you call me "young one" I am well over a century old. How old are you centaur," Legolas spat this last word out.
" Oh much much older than that young one. I remember when this forest was just a bunch of saplings." He seems to have travel off into thought. Porgesels then proceeds to skip off in to the forest. Every once in a while he would stop and try a back flip, he never once got it right. The elves followed though they were very confused.
After walking a long ways, some one saw some movement in the trees. Then came the hail of poo. They were evil poo flinging monkeys! The elves returned fire, but it seemed to have little effect. The poo was blinding, and sticky and smelly. The elves had a very hard time fighting against these monkeys and their poo.