Disclaimer: Same as before.
Ch 18- Galadriel… finally.
Sam: But ale cures all.
Frodo: Yeah.
Legolas: No it doesn't. I told you, drinking is bad.
Sam: Ok, Legolas.
Gandalf: ARE WE LEAVING YET?
Herm: Yeah you guys, gut on your freaking hippogriffs and let's go!
Legolas: No, wait, I see something.
Merry: (sighs) Legolas, that's what got us in trouble in the first place.
Legolas: No, no. It isn't a person… (goes behind bush and come out holding…) It's a piece of black cloth.
Gimli: Wow. Cloth. Legolas, you've made the discovery of the century.
Merry: Who freaking cares about cloth? Put it down and let's go!
Legolas: I'm keeping it. (puts it in pocket)
Ginny: How did you see that?
Legolas: Elves have good eyes.
(Everyone gets on their hippogriffs and they fly. Practically years later…)
Gandalf: Alright, everybody down.
Herm: But this is the woods.
Merry: What do you think Lothlorien is, brilliance?
Herm: You know, I'm getting really sick and tired of…
Dumbledore: Both of you. Get along or get out.
Herm: But headmaster, he ruined the newspaper!
Dumbledore: Miss Granger, it was just a newspaper. Be thankful that it wasn't you two got magically combined.
(Merry shudders. The hippogriffs land in the forest. They are instantly surrounded by elves.)
Aragorn: Official business of Elrond. (Hands note to an elf.)
Elf: Follow me.
(They follow.)
Pippin: Yay for pretty Lady Galadriel!
Frodo: She scares me.
Pippin: Why?
Frodo: You didn't have to look in her mirror.
Pippin: What's so scary about a mirror?
Frodo: Trust me.
(They approach a building where a woman is coming down the stairs.)
Harry: Is that her?
Dumbledore: Yes. She's beautiful, isn't she?
Harry: Uhh… if you say so headmaster.
Galadriel: Hello, elf- friends.
Dumbledore: Hello my dear Galadriel, so lovely to see you. (He kisses her hand.)
Galadriel: You as well, Albus.
Herm: Oh God, please don't tell me.
Harry: Don't worry. I can't see Dumbledore dating out of his species.
Galadriel: I'm pleased to see you all. There are so many of you. And I'm pleased to see you alive Gandalf.
Gandalf: Alive and well ma'im.
Galadriel: Excellent. I'm sure you all know the mission.
Aragorn: All too well.
Galadriel: All right then, there's really nothing I can tell you.
Harry: But Elrond said…
Galadriel: Yes he did, but come on, we can't have a fanfic without me. I have to be here to scare everyone. Besides, wouldn't you folks like a nice place to spend the night?
Dumbledore: That would be lovely Galadriel and I thank you for your hospitality.
Galadriel: The pleasure is all mine. There are tents off in the distance that way. (points left) Legolas with his impeccable sense of smell will sniff them out.
Legolas: If you say so ma'im. (He begins to sniff the air, and goes left. The others follow.)
Don't worry. We haven't seen the last of the Lady of the Wood yet.
Ch 18- Galadriel… finally.
Sam: But ale cures all.
Frodo: Yeah.
Legolas: No it doesn't. I told you, drinking is bad.
Sam: Ok, Legolas.
Gandalf: ARE WE LEAVING YET?
Herm: Yeah you guys, gut on your freaking hippogriffs and let's go!
Legolas: No, wait, I see something.
Merry: (sighs) Legolas, that's what got us in trouble in the first place.
Legolas: No, no. It isn't a person… (goes behind bush and come out holding…) It's a piece of black cloth.
Gimli: Wow. Cloth. Legolas, you've made the discovery of the century.
Merry: Who freaking cares about cloth? Put it down and let's go!
Legolas: I'm keeping it. (puts it in pocket)
Ginny: How did you see that?
Legolas: Elves have good eyes.
(Everyone gets on their hippogriffs and they fly. Practically years later…)
Gandalf: Alright, everybody down.
Herm: But this is the woods.
Merry: What do you think Lothlorien is, brilliance?
Herm: You know, I'm getting really sick and tired of…
Dumbledore: Both of you. Get along or get out.
Herm: But headmaster, he ruined the newspaper!
Dumbledore: Miss Granger, it was just a newspaper. Be thankful that it wasn't you two got magically combined.
(Merry shudders. The hippogriffs land in the forest. They are instantly surrounded by elves.)
Aragorn: Official business of Elrond. (Hands note to an elf.)
Elf: Follow me.
(They follow.)
Pippin: Yay for pretty Lady Galadriel!
Frodo: She scares me.
Pippin: Why?
Frodo: You didn't have to look in her mirror.
Pippin: What's so scary about a mirror?
Frodo: Trust me.
(They approach a building where a woman is coming down the stairs.)
Harry: Is that her?
Dumbledore: Yes. She's beautiful, isn't she?
Harry: Uhh… if you say so headmaster.
Galadriel: Hello, elf- friends.
Dumbledore: Hello my dear Galadriel, so lovely to see you. (He kisses her hand.)
Galadriel: You as well, Albus.
Herm: Oh God, please don't tell me.
Harry: Don't worry. I can't see Dumbledore dating out of his species.
Galadriel: I'm pleased to see you all. There are so many of you. And I'm pleased to see you alive Gandalf.
Gandalf: Alive and well ma'im.
Galadriel: Excellent. I'm sure you all know the mission.
Aragorn: All too well.
Galadriel: All right then, there's really nothing I can tell you.
Harry: But Elrond said…
Galadriel: Yes he did, but come on, we can't have a fanfic without me. I have to be here to scare everyone. Besides, wouldn't you folks like a nice place to spend the night?
Dumbledore: That would be lovely Galadriel and I thank you for your hospitality.
Galadriel: The pleasure is all mine. There are tents off in the distance that way. (points left) Legolas with his impeccable sense of smell will sniff them out.
Legolas: If you say so ma'im. (He begins to sniff the air, and goes left. The others follow.)
Don't worry. We haven't seen the last of the Lady of the Wood yet.