Disclaimer: I do not own the LOTR, Welcome to the NightVale or any associated things...

For reasons BEYOND my comprehension, I suddenly was struck with the interminable desire to write this, enjoy if possible.

~*If You Go Down to the Dog Park Today, You're In For a Big Surprise...*~

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A great darkness has swept across the lands of Middle Earth, spewing forth from the one place where the rules of man, elf, dwarf and logic do not apply… though the rules of Hobbits, Leprechauns and Satyrs applied every second, alternating Tuesday…

The air was tense and cold, none dared speak, eyes avoiding all about them as the world faded into confusion, until…

"IWill take the Ring to Night Vale" said Frodo, bravely; and one-by-one, the others looked to one another with unease clear in their faces.

'It is a place Elves cannot go, and Dwarves fear, little Hobbit,' murmured Elrond, glancing down at the small fellow, the entire gathering blatantly ignoring the hooded figures watching from the shadows.

'But I heard there's a lovely dog park,' exclaimed the ever-energetic Merry, bouncing past with Pippin, clearly not paying the least attention to the dead-animal hail that had just started dropping dead lizards on them all from the giant glowing cloud above them.

Aragorn sighed, 'Well, we really have no choice. At least we have an ally there… but we mustn't let Old Lady Jenkins see us, or else she'll tell the Erikas…"

"Or," interjected the world weary and mildly traumatised Gandalf, "Can we allow ourselves to be caught by management…"

Gimli huffed in jest, 'I think we will be fine, as long as we stay away from Carlos's hair, and the Dog Park… if the princeling can resist acknowledging it's existence, let it not be said a dwarf could not out-oblivious him!'

Though the statement made little sense, everyone nodded grimly. Even Sam, who was casually gazing into the Rivendell Library with something approaching fear, muttering on and on about 'The Time of Knives' whatever that may be….

Legolas, quiet so far, seemed to be listening intently to something far off, earning him a nudge in the ribs from Boromir. 'What on earth are you up to, pointy ears?' he queried gruffly, polishing a gun with the NightVale NSA motto carved into the butt.

While all else around them seemed in chaos, the blonde elven prince was unusually pleased about something, staring off to the side with wide eyes and a small, odd quirk to his fine lips.

'Oh… nothing…' he responded cryptically, ignoring the human in favour of the sonorous sounds of Cecil's soothing statements. '…nothing at all.'

This trip was going to be interesting to say the least… as long as no one acknowledged the Dog Park.

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The Endish?

I have no idea what just happened, but you are welcome.

If anyone cares to read it, let me know...

~*SailorSilvanesti/Phoenix Fire*~