Hi again!
Elanhin: Actually, that would be good. I may use that. Oh, these minor characters . . .
Kyma: Of course! All powerful authors are necessary. And I'm glad you still like it.
Merrylyn: Yay! Someone likes my character! And Moria as well. Yay!
Firestar: Yay! Someone else likes me! And well done for reviewing.
Anon: Aw, poor you. Yes, I like my new characters.
Baby Anne: Riiight . . . I'll assume that made sense. Well, thanks for reviewing.
Imbefaniel: I'll consider it. Berserk Pancaking Legolas sounds like fun, actually.
Hex of the Unseelie: What is this thing with the waffles? Mad!
Liliac: I never noticed any plot. And she *wanted* to be splatted! She requested it!
Bulma Greenleaf: Yup, you're still wandering around. Another chapter . . . oh, alright then.
Zoheret and Dove (Or possibly just Zoheret): He may be smart, but never safe. Oh no, that would be far too dull.
Viraten: What, Legolas mess up? No! That cannot happen! Well . . . maybe.
Hirilnara: Yes, you're there. You're nervous because you're just meeting *Legolas*, for heaven's sake! And you can have the power we discussed, but only once.
And here is . . .
Lost Pancake Tales Sixteen: Grima Wormtongue
After making sure that Huinesoron wasn't lurking outside the door, Legolas left his base once again and set off for Rohan. En route, however, he bumped into another potential victim on the road.
Grima had been sent off by his master, Saruman, to attempt to subvert King Theoden of Rohan to the side of Saruman. But, his master being a stingy wizard, poor Grima didn't even get a horse. No, he had to walk, all along the cold, hard road to Edoras. Poor, poor Grima.
As the man walked along, wallowing in self-pity, he noticed a dark figure standing in the trees beside the path. Stopping, he stared as the cloaked being stepped forward.
"You know," it said, in a soft voice, "I wasn't actually going to get you yet. I didn't expect to meet anyone here, I was just taking a walk. But now you've seen me."
"No, master, no," cried Grima, "I haven't seen you! I don't know who you are, not at all! Poor Grima knows nothing, nothing!"
"I'm sorry, Grima," said the figure, "but there is no other choice." And with that, it swung its arm, which until then had been hidden behind its back, around, and . . .
SPLAT!
Grima clawed at his face, and through great effort managed to pull the pancake away from his eyes. And so, just before he passed out, he saw an elf standing over where he lay, looking down at him with something that might almost have been pity. Then the world turned black.
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Well? What did you . . . do I really need to write these notes afterwards? You all know what I'm gonna say. Review, please.
hS
Elanhin: Actually, that would be good. I may use that. Oh, these minor characters . . .
Kyma: Of course! All powerful authors are necessary. And I'm glad you still like it.
Merrylyn: Yay! Someone likes my character! And Moria as well. Yay!
Firestar: Yay! Someone else likes me! And well done for reviewing.
Anon: Aw, poor you. Yes, I like my new characters.
Baby Anne: Riiight . . . I'll assume that made sense. Well, thanks for reviewing.
Imbefaniel: I'll consider it. Berserk Pancaking Legolas sounds like fun, actually.
Hex of the Unseelie: What is this thing with the waffles? Mad!
Liliac: I never noticed any plot. And she *wanted* to be splatted! She requested it!
Bulma Greenleaf: Yup, you're still wandering around. Another chapter . . . oh, alright then.
Zoheret and Dove (Or possibly just Zoheret): He may be smart, but never safe. Oh no, that would be far too dull.
Viraten: What, Legolas mess up? No! That cannot happen! Well . . . maybe.
Hirilnara: Yes, you're there. You're nervous because you're just meeting *Legolas*, for heaven's sake! And you can have the power we discussed, but only once.
And here is . . .
Lost Pancake Tales Sixteen: Grima Wormtongue
After making sure that Huinesoron wasn't lurking outside the door, Legolas left his base once again and set off for Rohan. En route, however, he bumped into another potential victim on the road.
Grima had been sent off by his master, Saruman, to attempt to subvert King Theoden of Rohan to the side of Saruman. But, his master being a stingy wizard, poor Grima didn't even get a horse. No, he had to walk, all along the cold, hard road to Edoras. Poor, poor Grima.
As the man walked along, wallowing in self-pity, he noticed a dark figure standing in the trees beside the path. Stopping, he stared as the cloaked being stepped forward.
"You know," it said, in a soft voice, "I wasn't actually going to get you yet. I didn't expect to meet anyone here, I was just taking a walk. But now you've seen me."
"No, master, no," cried Grima, "I haven't seen you! I don't know who you are, not at all! Poor Grima knows nothing, nothing!"
"I'm sorry, Grima," said the figure, "but there is no other choice." And with that, it swung its arm, which until then had been hidden behind its back, around, and . . .
SPLAT!
Grima clawed at his face, and through great effort managed to pull the pancake away from his eyes. And so, just before he passed out, he saw an elf standing over where he lay, looking down at him with something that might almost have been pity. Then the world turned black.
* * * *
Well? What did you . . . do I really need to write these notes afterwards? You all know what I'm gonna say. Review, please.
hS