Yay! More pancake madness!
But first, a word to my . . . reviewers! Yay!
Imbefaniel: Don't bet on it. I think I can make them both win! Then do I get the bow *and* the arrows?
Rayne: Hooray for the review button! I'm glad you liked it.
Lhachel: Hyper is good!
PatriotHeart: I like to be different. And EvilLegolas is funner!
Merrylyn: Splut as the past tenso of 'to splat'. What a great word. "Help", cried Frodo, "I've been splut!"
ShadowHeartQueen: I wrote more. Is it soon enough?
Supafly: You have a Legolas clone too? Did you get it from PyroElfChick? Go see 'Rings of Power' if you don't know what I'm talking about.
Fuzzy Hobbit: If I didn't read to the end, I couldn't reply. And I love my reviewers so much, I couldn't bear not to reply!
Hyacinth: Ooh. Diet. Not a good idea. But I hope this chapter cheers you up.
Wallace: Yay! A laughing maniac reviewed my story!
Anon: Not a Legolas fan? You *must* be a boy.
Zoheret and Dove: You can't have her ring. It's mine, my preciousssss . . . But I might try and start a pancake fight in my school too. It's a great plan!
gAmBiT: Orange . . . juice . . . riiiight . . . Shakes head at the strangeness of it
Y Sunfire: I don't mind if you ask again. Honest.
~Amariel~: I'm glad you like it. Say thank you to your sister.
Oddwen: If I tell you who wins, it won't be worth reading. So read and find out!
Mountain Daughter: Yay! Pancakes!
uDontNoMe.com: I try to make the chapters longer. But I run out of ideas too fast. Sorry.
Kyma-Lijah-Obsessed: Laugh! Wake your family up! Get them to read it too!
Caroline: Yes. I knew that. So?
Roheryn: I'm good at crazy mental images. Hehe . . .
And now, more pancake madness! Wait, I already said that . . .
"And now," said the elven queen, "this battle shall be decided. Sam, Gimli, get back. This is a fight for elves alone."
The hobbit and dwarf scuttled around behind one of the giant mallorn, glad to be safe, and peered round at the battlefield. Galadriel stepped forward, slowly and deliberately, towards Legolas.
The younger elf stood, seemingly paralysed. "I . . . I'm . . ." he stuttered. The Lady stopped, listening for his next word.
But it never came. Quick as only an elf can be, he pulled out another pancake and launched it. It flew over the grass at a considerable fraction of the speed of sound, and then . . .
ZZZAP!
The blackened remains of the pancake floated away on the wind, never even coming close to the hand held out towards Legolas, on which the glowing Nenya was set.
Infuriated, the Prince of Mirkwood launched a volley of pancakes, packed with a variety of syrups and toppings. Galadriel, utilising the power of the Ring of Adamant, effortlessly intercepted them all . . . except one.
In the middle of the onslaught, a maple-syrup-packed pancake plummeted through the Lady's defences and splatted into her skirt. She stumbled, and for a moment the watchers thought she might fall, leaving Legolas to take on the world.
But that was not to be. The attack only served to make the elven queen angry, and she strode forward over the ash, her ring crackling with power.
Legolas saw her coming and tried to flee, but it was too late. A web of blue light flashed out, ensnaring the wood elf in a sphere of raw power. The glowing ball raised itself off the ground, then moved through the air to a flet where the Elf Prince would be interrogated to discover exactly what had happened to him, and what would be done to reverse the effects.
Galadriel turned to the others. "It is finished," she said, and collapsed, her energy reserves drained.
* * * *
Many days passed, and in time the Fellowship were gathered on Caras Galadron to discuss the route ahead. Legolas was not present, as he was still weak from the effects of the counter-spell that had been put on him.
Galadriel stepped out from the trees into the glade. Her husband Celeborn stood against a mallorn, acting regal but actually sleeping again. As the Lady of Lorien was about to speak to the seven assembled members of the Company, Sam looked up and said, "By the way, lady, I like the canopy."
Galadriel looked up. "What canop . . . oh, no."
SPLAT!!!!!
Galadriel scraped the remains of the giant pancake from her face. Around her, the Fellowship were doing the same, and the large lump under the dessert could only be her husband. Taking a deep breath, she shouted, "LegoLAS!!!!!"
The sound of elvish laughter faded into the woods as the Company set off in pursuit.
* * * *
Well, that's that. Next up will be an Author's Note telling the details of the Lost Pancake Tales, which will, of course, be the continuation of this. Until then, I bid you farewell. And I request that you REVIEW this story. Please!!!
hS
But first, a word to my . . . reviewers! Yay!
Imbefaniel: Don't bet on it. I think I can make them both win! Then do I get the bow *and* the arrows?
Rayne: Hooray for the review button! I'm glad you liked it.
Lhachel: Hyper is good!
PatriotHeart: I like to be different. And EvilLegolas is funner!
Merrylyn: Splut as the past tenso of 'to splat'. What a great word. "Help", cried Frodo, "I've been splut!"
ShadowHeartQueen: I wrote more. Is it soon enough?
Supafly: You have a Legolas clone too? Did you get it from PyroElfChick? Go see 'Rings of Power' if you don't know what I'm talking about.
Fuzzy Hobbit: If I didn't read to the end, I couldn't reply. And I love my reviewers so much, I couldn't bear not to reply!
Hyacinth: Ooh. Diet. Not a good idea. But I hope this chapter cheers you up.
Wallace: Yay! A laughing maniac reviewed my story!
Anon: Not a Legolas fan? You *must* be a boy.
Zoheret and Dove: You can't have her ring. It's mine, my preciousssss . . . But I might try and start a pancake fight in my school too. It's a great plan!
gAmBiT: Orange . . . juice . . . riiiight . . . Shakes head at the strangeness of it
Y Sunfire: I don't mind if you ask again. Honest.
~Amariel~: I'm glad you like it. Say thank you to your sister.
Oddwen: If I tell you who wins, it won't be worth reading. So read and find out!
Mountain Daughter: Yay! Pancakes!
uDontNoMe.com: I try to make the chapters longer. But I run out of ideas too fast. Sorry.
Kyma-Lijah-Obsessed: Laugh! Wake your family up! Get them to read it too!
Caroline: Yes. I knew that. So?
Roheryn: I'm good at crazy mental images. Hehe . . .
And now, more pancake madness! Wait, I already said that . . .
"And now," said the elven queen, "this battle shall be decided. Sam, Gimli, get back. This is a fight for elves alone."
The hobbit and dwarf scuttled around behind one of the giant mallorn, glad to be safe, and peered round at the battlefield. Galadriel stepped forward, slowly and deliberately, towards Legolas.
The younger elf stood, seemingly paralysed. "I . . . I'm . . ." he stuttered. The Lady stopped, listening for his next word.
But it never came. Quick as only an elf can be, he pulled out another pancake and launched it. It flew over the grass at a considerable fraction of the speed of sound, and then . . .
ZZZAP!
The blackened remains of the pancake floated away on the wind, never even coming close to the hand held out towards Legolas, on which the glowing Nenya was set.
Infuriated, the Prince of Mirkwood launched a volley of pancakes, packed with a variety of syrups and toppings. Galadriel, utilising the power of the Ring of Adamant, effortlessly intercepted them all . . . except one.
In the middle of the onslaught, a maple-syrup-packed pancake plummeted through the Lady's defences and splatted into her skirt. She stumbled, and for a moment the watchers thought she might fall, leaving Legolas to take on the world.
But that was not to be. The attack only served to make the elven queen angry, and she strode forward over the ash, her ring crackling with power.
Legolas saw her coming and tried to flee, but it was too late. A web of blue light flashed out, ensnaring the wood elf in a sphere of raw power. The glowing ball raised itself off the ground, then moved through the air to a flet where the Elf Prince would be interrogated to discover exactly what had happened to him, and what would be done to reverse the effects.
Galadriel turned to the others. "It is finished," she said, and collapsed, her energy reserves drained.
* * * *
Many days passed, and in time the Fellowship were gathered on Caras Galadron to discuss the route ahead. Legolas was not present, as he was still weak from the effects of the counter-spell that had been put on him.
Galadriel stepped out from the trees into the glade. Her husband Celeborn stood against a mallorn, acting regal but actually sleeping again. As the Lady of Lorien was about to speak to the seven assembled members of the Company, Sam looked up and said, "By the way, lady, I like the canopy."
Galadriel looked up. "What canop . . . oh, no."
SPLAT!!!!!
Galadriel scraped the remains of the giant pancake from her face. Around her, the Fellowship were doing the same, and the large lump under the dessert could only be her husband. Taking a deep breath, she shouted, "LegoLAS!!!!!"
The sound of elvish laughter faded into the woods as the Company set off in pursuit.
* * * *
Well, that's that. Next up will be an Author's Note telling the details of the Lost Pancake Tales, which will, of course, be the continuation of this. Until then, I bid you farewell. And I request that you REVIEW this story. Please!!!
hS
