Back again, people. Hope the wait wasn't too long this time.
Kyma: Thanks! And the wait is over. Again.
Chocolat Elf: Yes, it's exam time. Not SATs, but AS-levels. Equally evil. I agree! Silliness is good! And I can do silly. Which one is Kahmul? And do you happen to know what the Witch King himself is called? I agree, not reviewing is stealing. And with a DVD player, you can watch the special Extended Editions of the Lord of the Rings films, wit all the extras! Yay!
Imbefaniel: I agree, you're nuts. But don't be scared, he won't get you.
Elanhin: Thank you. Ah, I see, that's what it is.
Merrylyn: Yes, Dark Legolas is great. I didn't expect it to turn out like this either. I didn't expect to get beyond ten. Yay! Kill them all!
Anon: I know, I just get confused. I'm not sure there can ever be 'few' Ringwraiths, but yes, it does explain it. I wonder how Tolkien knew. . .
Bilbo-san: A new name? So why the overheat?
Hex of the Unseelie: Thank you. And I will try not to take so long, although I doubt you'll get any over summer, if we keep going that long. Sorry.
Satsuki: When we've finished, you can keep him. Until then, he'll turn up whenever he can. And I'm sure he'll find you. He's good at that. You graduate in eight days? Well done. Be hyper.
Bulma Greenleaf: That's nice, I do the same for your stories (Hinthint). What will be next? This!
Viraten: Yes, absolutely.
Amariel: Glitch! Glitch! I've received the same review five times! It took so long because the ideas stopped flowing, and because I was revising for exams. I should still be revising, but I decided to do this instead. No, you weren't getting annoying. I will keep the chapters coming as long as there are reviews to make me feel wanted. And well done for stealing Pip's line.
Fuzzy Hobbit: Thank you for your appreciation. A 'plot'? What is this thing? How does it work? And hyper? You? Surely not!
So, with that, we move on to . . .
Lost Pancake Tales Twelve: Tom Bombadil
Having saved the Ringbearer and his companions from death, thus ensuring his own eventual arrival in Lorien, Legolas decided to move onto one of the most persistently annoying people of Middle Earth, who conveniently lived but a short distance away.
Tom Bombadil was wandering around in the Old Forest, near his home. As he walked he was humming to himself, thinking up more jolly songs to sing, if hobbit-folk should happen by.
He was thinking of starting with the words 'Tom, Tom, Bombadillo', but couldn't think of a suitable following line. Sighing, he went over to his garden. Perhaps some of the 'herbs' he grew there would help him to think. And if they didn't . . . well, the colours would be pretty anyway.
Just as he was trying to decide which to use, however, there came a scream from Goldberry, inside the house, followed by a noise that sounded suspiciously like 'splat'. Tom's head jerked up and, forgetting his plants, he ran for the door.
On the threshold, he paused, shocked. Inside, the River Daughter lay, her face covered in some form of pastry. And, in the shadows beside the door, a cloaked figure waited.
Before Bombadil could speak, the figure stepped forward. "For your incredibly long life, your misuse of the plants of this forest, and for your terrible singing voice, you, Iarwain Ben-adar, are about to be . . ."
SPLAT!
" . . . pancaked. Have a nice day."
With that, as Tom slumped to the floor, the dark figure stalked out of the door and vanished as silently as he had come.
Tom did not sing again for the rest of the year, until spring came and he went out once more to gather lilies for Goldberry. The dark stranger had done his job well.
* * * *
So. What did you think?
I personally think these are getting much darker, but hey, maybe that's just because I'm currently splatting evil people. The Mary Sue, the Nazgul, Bombadil . . .
hS
Kyma: Thanks! And the wait is over. Again.
Chocolat Elf: Yes, it's exam time. Not SATs, but AS-levels. Equally evil. I agree! Silliness is good! And I can do silly. Which one is Kahmul? And do you happen to know what the Witch King himself is called? I agree, not reviewing is stealing. And with a DVD player, you can watch the special Extended Editions of the Lord of the Rings films, wit all the extras! Yay!
Imbefaniel: I agree, you're nuts. But don't be scared, he won't get you.
Elanhin: Thank you. Ah, I see, that's what it is.
Merrylyn: Yes, Dark Legolas is great. I didn't expect it to turn out like this either. I didn't expect to get beyond ten. Yay! Kill them all!
Anon: I know, I just get confused. I'm not sure there can ever be 'few' Ringwraiths, but yes, it does explain it. I wonder how Tolkien knew. . .
Bilbo-san: A new name? So why the overheat?
Hex of the Unseelie: Thank you. And I will try not to take so long, although I doubt you'll get any over summer, if we keep going that long. Sorry.
Satsuki: When we've finished, you can keep him. Until then, he'll turn up whenever he can. And I'm sure he'll find you. He's good at that. You graduate in eight days? Well done. Be hyper.
Bulma Greenleaf: That's nice, I do the same for your stories (Hinthint). What will be next? This!
Viraten: Yes, absolutely.
Amariel: Glitch! Glitch! I've received the same review five times! It took so long because the ideas stopped flowing, and because I was revising for exams. I should still be revising, but I decided to do this instead. No, you weren't getting annoying. I will keep the chapters coming as long as there are reviews to make me feel wanted. And well done for stealing Pip's line.
Fuzzy Hobbit: Thank you for your appreciation. A 'plot'? What is this thing? How does it work? And hyper? You? Surely not!
So, with that, we move on to . . .
Lost Pancake Tales Twelve: Tom Bombadil
Having saved the Ringbearer and his companions from death, thus ensuring his own eventual arrival in Lorien, Legolas decided to move onto one of the most persistently annoying people of Middle Earth, who conveniently lived but a short distance away.
Tom Bombadil was wandering around in the Old Forest, near his home. As he walked he was humming to himself, thinking up more jolly songs to sing, if hobbit-folk should happen by.
He was thinking of starting with the words 'Tom, Tom, Bombadillo', but couldn't think of a suitable following line. Sighing, he went over to his garden. Perhaps some of the 'herbs' he grew there would help him to think. And if they didn't . . . well, the colours would be pretty anyway.
Just as he was trying to decide which to use, however, there came a scream from Goldberry, inside the house, followed by a noise that sounded suspiciously like 'splat'. Tom's head jerked up and, forgetting his plants, he ran for the door.
On the threshold, he paused, shocked. Inside, the River Daughter lay, her face covered in some form of pastry. And, in the shadows beside the door, a cloaked figure waited.
Before Bombadil could speak, the figure stepped forward. "For your incredibly long life, your misuse of the plants of this forest, and for your terrible singing voice, you, Iarwain Ben-adar, are about to be . . ."
SPLAT!
" . . . pancaked. Have a nice day."
With that, as Tom slumped to the floor, the dark figure stalked out of the door and vanished as silently as he had come.
Tom did not sing again for the rest of the year, until spring came and he went out once more to gather lilies for Goldberry. The dark stranger had done his job well.
* * * *
So. What did you think?
I personally think these are getting much darker, but hey, maybe that's just because I'm currently splatting evil people. The Mary Sue, the Nazgul, Bombadil . . .
hS