A/N : Let me first say that I have been pondering on how to write this
chapter for over two weeks now and it came to me when I was playing with
the lampshade on my desk. If you thought I couldn't get stranger, well,
I'll let you read the story.
Far away at Isenguard the powerful and terrible wizard Saruman was greeting another dark abomination. After creating his race of super orgs the old guy had moved to more recreational past times.
'Is it done, he asked his orc servants.
'Almost, Master.' they hissed.
His body was tense as he stroked his beard patiently. With a loud bang everyone was throw back from the explosion. Saruman and the orcs both picked themselves up from the floor.
'Is it ready?' his voice was almost a whisper.
'Yeas, Master,' replied the orcs.
Saruman walked over to the point of the explosion and gently removed the debris.
"Oh. It's so beautiful, he cried 'Now I will be as popular as Legolas.'
He stooped to the ground and stared at the bottle of Mirkwood scented Elf shampoo lovingly before picking it up.
'With just a drop of this anyone in the world will become an elf as popular as Legolas.'
'Pop pop pop,' the bottle screamed at him.
Saruman jumped back as the bottle spoke to him.
'You can speak (sort of),' he said.
'Pop,' the bottle cried and spat some of its contents on to a nearby orc.
The orc writhed in agony he sunk to the floor in a heap. A minute later he got back up again.
'Hello. I have many names,' the Aragorn double said.
'Oh no,' the wizard cried 'my plan has gone horribly wrong. The Elf Shampoo turns the user into the stupid ranger. What have I done.'
'Pop,' cried the bottle as it spat some of itself at Saruman.
Head left, then right, then left, then right and you would come to a small pile on the floor of the forest that used to be the rightful heir to the throne, Aragorn.
'I think we went to far,' said Gandalf.
'Maybe?' said Legolas.
'Well I'm sure I can salvage some of the parts,' replied Gimli, getting out his pliers 'Teeth, hopefully?'
As Gimli went to work dismantling Gandalf turned to Legolas.
'What happened to that girl who could only be describer as Minka?' he asked.
'I gave her a life sized cut out of me,' he answered 'that should keep her occupied for a while.
'Pop,' all three turned to the direction from which the sound came.
'Let's go see what that was,' Gimli jumped up and ran ahead. He was soon out of sight.
"He's fast for a short ass,' commented Legolas.
'Agreed,' said Gandalf.
When they finally caught up to him he was standing stunned, looking into the distance.
'Shit,' he said "That's a lot of teeth to collect,'
Ten feet away from then stood a small green shampoo bottle jumping up and down crying pop. But the far more frightening thing was that behind it forty more Aragorns.
'I'll just be going to the left,' said Legolas 'Left the iron on.'
'I'll just go to the right,' said the wizard 'Um….. ah…. See ya.'
'Whao,' said Gimli.
The world is gone upside down. I can't handle one Aragorn and I don't think anyone else can handle anymore. Stay tuned.
Far away at Isenguard the powerful and terrible wizard Saruman was greeting another dark abomination. After creating his race of super orgs the old guy had moved to more recreational past times.
'Is it done, he asked his orc servants.
'Almost, Master.' they hissed.
His body was tense as he stroked his beard patiently. With a loud bang everyone was throw back from the explosion. Saruman and the orcs both picked themselves up from the floor.
'Is it ready?' his voice was almost a whisper.
'Yeas, Master,' replied the orcs.
Saruman walked over to the point of the explosion and gently removed the debris.
"Oh. It's so beautiful, he cried 'Now I will be as popular as Legolas.'
He stooped to the ground and stared at the bottle of Mirkwood scented Elf shampoo lovingly before picking it up.
'With just a drop of this anyone in the world will become an elf as popular as Legolas.'
'Pop pop pop,' the bottle screamed at him.
Saruman jumped back as the bottle spoke to him.
'You can speak (sort of),' he said.
'Pop,' the bottle cried and spat some of its contents on to a nearby orc.
The orc writhed in agony he sunk to the floor in a heap. A minute later he got back up again.
'Hello. I have many names,' the Aragorn double said.
'Oh no,' the wizard cried 'my plan has gone horribly wrong. The Elf Shampoo turns the user into the stupid ranger. What have I done.'
'Pop,' cried the bottle as it spat some of itself at Saruman.
Head left, then right, then left, then right and you would come to a small pile on the floor of the forest that used to be the rightful heir to the throne, Aragorn.
'I think we went to far,' said Gandalf.
'Maybe?' said Legolas.
'Well I'm sure I can salvage some of the parts,' replied Gimli, getting out his pliers 'Teeth, hopefully?'
As Gimli went to work dismantling Gandalf turned to Legolas.
'What happened to that girl who could only be describer as Minka?' he asked.
'I gave her a life sized cut out of me,' he answered 'that should keep her occupied for a while.
'Pop,' all three turned to the direction from which the sound came.
'Let's go see what that was,' Gimli jumped up and ran ahead. He was soon out of sight.
"He's fast for a short ass,' commented Legolas.
'Agreed,' said Gandalf.
When they finally caught up to him he was standing stunned, looking into the distance.
'Shit,' he said "That's a lot of teeth to collect,'
Ten feet away from then stood a small green shampoo bottle jumping up and down crying pop. But the far more frightening thing was that behind it forty more Aragorns.
'I'll just be going to the left,' said Legolas 'Left the iron on.'
'I'll just go to the right,' said the wizard 'Um….. ah…. See ya.'
'Whao,' said Gimli.
The world is gone upside down. I can't handle one Aragorn and I don't think anyone else can handle anymore. Stay tuned.
