Chapter 21
Falling's Tomb
The
Jelloship came to an open space. Broken columns lay tumbled across
the floor. Spandalf lifted his Maglite. "Let me risk a little more
light."
The Maglite glowed brighter, almost magically. "Oooh,"
Hairy said, "Risque!"
Spandalf looked at him and supressed
the urge to hit him. The light illuminated a giant stone hall with
tall pillars and arched ceilings.
"Oh my stars!" Hefty said.
"What did you just say?" Eggolas asked.
"Now
there's an eye opener and no mistake." Spam said, mouth
agape.
"You're entertained easily." Hal said.
The
Jelloship walked forward through the hall, peering around a column.
Hefty saw a ray of sunlight shining through a chamber and ran towards
it, making an awkward noise.
"Hefty!" Spandalf said, but he
was too late. Hefty was dead.
There was the sound of a plane
above the Jelloship and a white something fell from the plane. The
white something was a parachute, attached to which was another Hefty.
Hefty landed. "Hello! I am Hefty, son of Lefty! I understand
your Hefty, son
of Lefty has just recently perished mysteriously."
Spandalf was
weirded out. "Yeah… He's right there in fact."
"No
matter. Where was I? or… where was he?" He giggled, and ran into
the room with the light streaming from it.
Hefty ran into the
chamber. Bodies and weapons were scattered about it. The Dwarf
stopped and knelt by a crypt in the center of the room. A shaft of
light illuminated it.
Spandalf walked forward and peered at the
tomb's surface.
Hefty groaned and cried. It was evident by his
crying that he never had participated in crying before. He wasn't
used to it. "No! No, no, no!"
Spandalf translated the tomb
from Dwarvishianlandic to Menish, "'Here lies Falling, son of
Fricking, Lord of Gore-ya.' He is dead then. Good and dead. It's as I
feared."
Hefty tried to cry again. Still didn't
work.
Spandalf gave his stick and hat to Pimple, bent down, and
took a large, battered book from a dead guy's hands. He opened it
and every single page fell out. "Oh, come on!"
Eggolas
leaned over to Peppercorn. "Why are we still here? This place gives
me the creeps."
Spandalf read, ""'They have taken the
bridge… and the second hall. We have barred the gates… but cannot
hold them for long. The ground shakes. Drums… drums… in the deep.
We cannot get out. A shadow moves in the dark.'"
Pimple
stumbled back and sees a corpse with an arrow in its chest, sitting
by a stone well. He turned towards it. "Hey, baby. Come here
often?" Pimple asked it.
"'We cannot get out…'" He
glanced at the last, single line, a scrawl fading out at the bottom
of the page. Spandalf looked up in the uncomfortable silence. "'They
are coming!' Gandalf read. Gimli wailed again."
Lardo looked
confused. "What book is that?"
Spandalf showed Lardo the
cover. "The Fellowship of the Ring, J. R. R. Tolkein."
Lardo
took it into hand. "Weird."
There was a loud crashing sound
like the sound of a fully armored corpse falling down a mile deep
well into a mine of metal ore. Everyone looked to Pimple
automatically.
Pimple's face was frozen, his lips puckered at
the open air, his arm suspended as if over a shoulder.
Spandalf
yelled, "Fool of a Fook! Go to a monastary!"
Drums are heard
booming. Spandalf slowly turned back, and Pimple turned as well,
staring down into the well. Well.
More drums are heard booming.
Spam turned to Lardo, "Lardo!"
Lardo drew Sting. It was
glowing blue. He sheathed it again. "Spandalf. My sword is
sick."
Hal leaned out the door way. A giant, giant arrow nearly
took his head off. "They have a cave Troll." He said calmly as he
took his head back in. "And I wet myself."
Eggolas hopped
back a step.
The Blobbits ran away, deeper into the tomb room.
Eggolas drew nine arrows and nocked them.
Peppercorn drew
one, and looked at Eggolas with a newfound admiration.
Hal and
Spandalf flanked the archers each with a sword. Hal also had a sheild
cuz he was cool.
Hefty desecrated his loved one's grave by
standing on his tomb, "Lethecu…" he babbled. Everyone looked at
him.
The doors erupted as Porks escorted a hugely tall tan
creature with a shock of pink hair that doubled its height. It was a
Troll.
Eggolas fired all nine of his arrows. He killed 36 Porks.
Not in all. 36 with each arrow.
With nothing else to do, the
Jelloship looked at each other. "Ok." Spandalf said. "Now that
there aren't any more Porks… let's take on the
Troll."
Peppercorn looked at the Troll. "How can we kill
something so huge?"
"Don't you know the weakness of
Trolls?" Hefty asked.
"Fire! Fire melts plastic!" Hal
said.
"It's made of plastic?" Lardo said as he jumped out.
The Troll whipped out a spear and stabbed him into the
wall.
Everyone looked at the Troll. "Jerk!" Hairy and Pimple
shouted as they jumped out from their hiding place with some sausages
they stashed away. They jumped on the Troll's head and threw their
sausages down. They then jumped down to the ground.
Peppercorn
looked at them. "Sausages don't work on Trolls! It works on
Douguls because they're all allergic to sausage. It makes them
burst into flames."
"That's my dad's name!" Hal said.
Spam walked out of an adjoining room, holding fire. "Hey! What
should I do with this?"
Everyone stared at him. "Where did
you get that?" Spandalf asked.
"No matter!" Peppercorn
said. "Throw it at the Troll before it…" Peppercorn looked at
the Troll. It hadn't moved since it had stabbed Lardo. Speaking of.
He looked at Lardo. He was still overreacting, making faces and
annoying noises. "Throw it on the Troll!"
Spam threw the fire
at the foot of the Troll, but it went out before it touched. "Dang."
Spam said.
"Well, that's just great." Eggolas said. "What
are we gonna do now? I used all nine of my arrows!"
"And I
desecrated a grave, so I'll probably have a ghost spoiling my plans
of killing this Troll!"
The Troll looked down. "You want to
kill me?"
"Well, yeah!" Spandalf said. "You almost killed
our fat little buddy over there!" Lardo fell down.
The Troll
welled up and started to cry. He ran out of the room.
The
Jelloship watched the Troll run away and then they went over to
Lardo.
"Lardo! Are you alive?" Peppercorn yelled, shaking
Lardo.
"Yeah." Lardo said. "I'm ok. That didn't hurt
much!"
"What?! The Troll stabbed you with a giant, giant
spear!"
"Yeah. I dunno. It must have been something with this
new shirt that Blubbo tried to kill me with!" Lardo took off his
old shirt to show everone his new silver shirt.
"Oh my!"
Hefty said, putting both hands over his mouth. "Could it
be?"
Everyone looked at Hefty.
"It's Methril! Nothing
can break it! Except six swords made of diamond all applied to the
same point. But what are the odds of that?"
There was a weird,
Asian sounding roar.
"Uh-oh." Spandalf said. "We better
get out of here fast!"
"What is it?" Hal asked.
"Not
now. Later. To the Bridge of Cuzi'mdumb! Hurry!"
