Voldie Goes to Mordor: Part 2
Still by: Paw M., Paw Weasley/Wood/Malfoy/Greenleaf and Cousin Funf
We do not own anything new since last time despite Paw M.'s claims that she has Frodo locked in her closet. I don't believe her because I know he's in mine. R/R and bonus points for everyone who can pick out all the characters including Ogg and Hugo Bracegirdle. And points for those who translate the Quenya (or German). They're not good for anything, but you get bonus points anyway.
Voldie: I think I'll go to Mordor now.
Rosie: Ok. You do that. (a/n This is Rosie aka Paw Weasley/etc. Not Samwise's Rosie)
Frodo: I will go! I will take Voldemort to Mordor!
Voldie: Well, that's jolly good of you old chap, but I can apparate you know.
Samwise: Oh, no Master Frodo, do not take Voldie to Mordor alone. I will go with you.
Voldie: No, really, I can do it on my own honest.
Legolas: I shall come along as well.
Aragorn: If by my life or death I can serve you, so be it.
Voldie: C'mon guys! I'm a grown wizard for goodness sake!
Pippin and Merry: We're coming too!
Gimli: And I!
Gandalf: And of course I shall follow until I find something better to do or am otherwise disposed of.
Voldie: Look, just show me where my bud Sauron is having his bash.
Elrond: I now name you the Fellowship of the Voldie!
Voldie: Oh, for Christ's sake!
Samwise: Who wants to go to my family's Quidditch match?
Voldie: Oo! Oo! Me! Sauron can wait, but this I gotta see.
Frodo: What are your family's Quidditch teams?
Samwise: The Hobbiton Hardrockers and the Gallopin' Gamgees.
Hagrid: Gallopin' Gamgees, Harry! You're a wizard!
Harry: I know.
Gimli: Shall we be off then?
Pippin: Yeah.
Legolas: Gandalf, usukin Legolassi!
Gandalf: Well, that's good to know.
Gimli: Can we LEAVE?
Pippin: OK.
(they all apparate to the Hobbiton Quidditch field)
Hugo Bracegirdle: Welcome, ladies, gentlehobbits, wizards, and other hideous creatures!
Leader of Uruk-hai: Umin ulundo!
HB: Hush up and pipe down. Now, here are the Hobbiton Hardrockers!
(wild applause from audience)
HB: And now, I give you the...GALLOPIN' GAMGEES!
(more wild applause)
Random Orc: I'M A HOTTIE! (a/n You can visit his site at www.imahottie.mor)
HB: Um, OK. On with the game!
Saruman: Hey mon! You like my snazzy multi-colored robes and dreadlocks?
Ron: Wicked!
Gandalf: Yo, my dude, wanna break dance wit me, dude?
Saruman: I'm down wit dat, mon.
Legolas: I am soooo hot!
Random Orc: NO! I AM!
Harry: Ooo...They're starting shhhh..
Random Vendor: Lembas! Pipeweed! Butterbeer!
Harry: I'll buy the whole lot!
Gandalf: Groovy mon!
Dumbledore: Hey, dudes, let me join in break dancing!
Hermione: Puh-leese! We're in the middle of a very serious and historical Quidditch match Professor. You must at least try to control your spontaneous break dancing.
Dumbledore: Well, all the other wizards get tho break dance and quidditch matches. It's soooooooo not fair.
Frodo: Samwise sure is a good quidditch player. I never thought he'd make a good beater.
Hermione: Do you suppose it has something to do with that gold ring he put on his finger just before he disappeared?
Frodo: What?! AH! My Precious!
Samwise: MwhahahahahSNORThahahah! I am Samwise the Strong, the greatest gardener ever!
Oliver Wood: And a fair beater.
Ronald Weasley: I have my own fan club.
Someone who would shoot us if we put her name in a fanfic: So do I!
Sharkey: Usukicce arinya.
HB: I know I don't. This is insane. I give up. Forget this Quidditch match. I am leaving NOW!
Frodo: Um, you didn't disappear.
Goldilocks: Does this mean the match is off?
Dumbledore: I dunno man, I just love this pipeweed. Gandalf, where did you get it?
Voldie: Tastes much better than unicorn blood.
Frodo: Is that Sam trying to beat up that little boy?
Sam: IT'S MINE! MY PRECIOUS! GIVE IT BACK BOY!
Harry: I think he needs some pipeweed to settle himself down.
TO BE continued.
Perhaps. We have a few more pep band games to write during so there probably will be more. My, we need a life. Oh, well. R/R (I think I said that already) and stuff. Chau! Tschus! Adieu! Sayoonara!
Still by: Paw M., Paw Weasley/Wood/Malfoy/Greenleaf and Cousin Funf
We do not own anything new since last time despite Paw M.'s claims that she has Frodo locked in her closet. I don't believe her because I know he's in mine. R/R and bonus points for everyone who can pick out all the characters including Ogg and Hugo Bracegirdle. And points for those who translate the Quenya (or German). They're not good for anything, but you get bonus points anyway.
Voldie: I think I'll go to Mordor now.
Rosie: Ok. You do that. (a/n This is Rosie aka Paw Weasley/etc. Not Samwise's Rosie)
Frodo: I will go! I will take Voldemort to Mordor!
Voldie: Well, that's jolly good of you old chap, but I can apparate you know.
Samwise: Oh, no Master Frodo, do not take Voldie to Mordor alone. I will go with you.
Voldie: No, really, I can do it on my own honest.
Legolas: I shall come along as well.
Aragorn: If by my life or death I can serve you, so be it.
Voldie: C'mon guys! I'm a grown wizard for goodness sake!
Pippin and Merry: We're coming too!
Gimli: And I!
Gandalf: And of course I shall follow until I find something better to do or am otherwise disposed of.
Voldie: Look, just show me where my bud Sauron is having his bash.
Elrond: I now name you the Fellowship of the Voldie!
Voldie: Oh, for Christ's sake!
Samwise: Who wants to go to my family's Quidditch match?
Voldie: Oo! Oo! Me! Sauron can wait, but this I gotta see.
Frodo: What are your family's Quidditch teams?
Samwise: The Hobbiton Hardrockers and the Gallopin' Gamgees.
Hagrid: Gallopin' Gamgees, Harry! You're a wizard!
Harry: I know.
Gimli: Shall we be off then?
Pippin: Yeah.
Legolas: Gandalf, usukin Legolassi!
Gandalf: Well, that's good to know.
Gimli: Can we LEAVE?
Pippin: OK.
(they all apparate to the Hobbiton Quidditch field)
Hugo Bracegirdle: Welcome, ladies, gentlehobbits, wizards, and other hideous creatures!
Leader of Uruk-hai: Umin ulundo!
HB: Hush up and pipe down. Now, here are the Hobbiton Hardrockers!
(wild applause from audience)
HB: And now, I give you the...GALLOPIN' GAMGEES!
(more wild applause)
Random Orc: I'M A HOTTIE! (a/n You can visit his site at www.imahottie.mor)
HB: Um, OK. On with the game!
Saruman: Hey mon! You like my snazzy multi-colored robes and dreadlocks?
Ron: Wicked!
Gandalf: Yo, my dude, wanna break dance wit me, dude?
Saruman: I'm down wit dat, mon.
Legolas: I am soooo hot!
Random Orc: NO! I AM!
Harry: Ooo...They're starting shhhh..
Random Vendor: Lembas! Pipeweed! Butterbeer!
Harry: I'll buy the whole lot!
Gandalf: Groovy mon!
Dumbledore: Hey, dudes, let me join in break dancing!
Hermione: Puh-leese! We're in the middle of a very serious and historical Quidditch match Professor. You must at least try to control your spontaneous break dancing.
Dumbledore: Well, all the other wizards get tho break dance and quidditch matches. It's soooooooo not fair.
Frodo: Samwise sure is a good quidditch player. I never thought he'd make a good beater.
Hermione: Do you suppose it has something to do with that gold ring he put on his finger just before he disappeared?
Frodo: What?! AH! My Precious!
Samwise: MwhahahahahSNORThahahah! I am Samwise the Strong, the greatest gardener ever!
Oliver Wood: And a fair beater.
Ronald Weasley: I have my own fan club.
Someone who would shoot us if we put her name in a fanfic: So do I!
Sharkey: Usukicce arinya.
HB: I know I don't. This is insane. I give up. Forget this Quidditch match. I am leaving NOW!
Frodo: Um, you didn't disappear.
Goldilocks: Does this mean the match is off?
Dumbledore: I dunno man, I just love this pipeweed. Gandalf, where did you get it?
Voldie: Tastes much better than unicorn blood.
Frodo: Is that Sam trying to beat up that little boy?
Sam: IT'S MINE! MY PRECIOUS! GIVE IT BACK BOY!
Harry: I think he needs some pipeweed to settle himself down.
TO BE continued.
Perhaps. We have a few more pep band games to write during so there probably will be more. My, we need a life. Oh, well. R/R (I think I said that already) and stuff. Chau! Tschus! Adieu! Sayoonara!