Saruman bolted out the door, where he trampled Lauren, and didn't stop
'till daybreak…..at the Gates of Moria.
"ERGH!" he howled at the wall with Elvish markings. "I don't know the darn password!"
Then, in the distance, he could hear singing…..or screaming.
"HA HA HA, HEE HEE, HO!
HA HA, HEE HEE HA HA HO!
SING US A SONG MR. SARUMAN-"
"OPEN UP! OPEN UP!" screamed Saruman as he started kicking and banging on the doors. "PLEASE! PLEASE!"
The noise was getting closer. Saruman was now trying to climb the door. In his madness, the possibility of climbing a flat wall was probable.
"THOUGH IT SOUNDS LIKE NAILS ON A CHALKBOARD,
WE DON'T CARE, OUR EARS DIED LAST NIGHT!!!"
The company was too close. Saruman had to hide.
He dove behind a rock where he huddled up and shut his eyes really tight, like a three-year old playing hide and seek.
The music stopped. Instead, they turned into voices.
"Where'd he go?" said Frodo.
"I don't know." Said Aragorn.
"He must have gone through the Mines!" exclaimed Gimli.
"Then let's go!" said Gandalf as he adjusted his sling that suspended his piano. He turned around to make sure everyone was there.
"Let's see: One Ring-Bearer, One Ring-Bearer's gardener, One fool of a Took, Merry,"
At these words, Merry stuck out his tounge at the other three. "He knows my proper name."
"One King of Gondor, One TRUE King of Gondor [guess who's who], myself, Gimli, and….where's Pretty-boy-elf?"
"Hey! This is my hiding spot! Go get your own!"
"No way! I need this spot!"
Everyone turned to a rock hidden in a corner. Small dust clouds were rising from behind it.
"I found it first!"
"I came here MONTHS before you did! They're after me!"
"Shut up!"
Pretty-boy-e--- I'm mean, Legolas tumbled out from behind the rock. He immediately jumped in the lake.
"What the-?" began Sam, but then---
"AHA! THEY'RE OVER HERE! I TOLD YOU THEY WOULD!"
"DID NOT! I KNEW IT!"
The ground began to tremble. It was the familiar tremble….of terror.
"FANGIRLS! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The Fellowship and Saruman didn't have to recite the password. They merely rammed straight through the wall, stone and debris flying everywhere.
"GET THEM! GET THEM!" screamed a fangirl.
"I WANNA' GLOMP FRODO!" said another.
"NO WAY! HE'S MINE!"
"I GET LEGOLAS!"
"ARAGORN'S MINE!"
The hoard of screeching females stampeded to the large hole in the wall where the original Gates of Moria were, but they halted when the giant evil squidy thingy came and scared them away.
The giant evil squidy thingy roared in triumph as everyone sprinted in oppisite directions. The Fellowship and Saruman mistook this for more fangirls, and ran even faster.
"Saruman?" asked Frodo, who was also in the lead along with Legolas and Aragorn. "Why are you running?"
"Yeah!" said Aragorn. "You don't have any fangirls."
He turned around to see that no one was chasing them anymore and they slid to a halt. They were now at the fork with three doors.
"They'll run me over and get my white robes all dirty!" whined Saruman as he dusted off some soot from his heels.
"No," whispered Merry to Pippin. "He just needs the exercise."
"I heard that!" snapped Saruman, glaring at the two Hobbits who laughed back in his face.
"You shouldn't even be wearing white!" exclaimed Gandalf.
"Then what should I be wearing wearing?"
The Fellowship paused, then gathered in a huddle. After about five minutes of plotting, they arranged themselves on the rocks. Aragorn, Boromir and Legolas at the top, Gandalf sitting down in a crevis, and the remaining five at the bottom.
Then Gandalf started playing his piano, and the five started dancing 60's style.
"HAVE YOU HEARD OF THE TYE-DYE MAN?!!!
THE TYE-DYE MAN?!!! THEY TYE-DYE MAN?!!!
HAVE YOU HEARD OF THE TYE-DYE MAN?!!!
THAT LIVES IN-"
Saruman screamed like a little girl again and fled from the scene.
The Fellowship followed him.
Saruman ran, ran, and ran some more. He sprinted through Balin's Tomb, jumped down the well, fell on the Bridge of Khazad Dum, and tripped the Balrog on his way out.
He kept running, and the Fellowhip kept singing.
Yup! That's chapter 3! Done! (snaps her fingers) Your turn C-chan.
"ERGH!" he howled at the wall with Elvish markings. "I don't know the darn password!"
Then, in the distance, he could hear singing…..or screaming.
"HA HA HA, HEE HEE, HO!
HA HA, HEE HEE HA HA HO!
SING US A SONG MR. SARUMAN-"
"OPEN UP! OPEN UP!" screamed Saruman as he started kicking and banging on the doors. "PLEASE! PLEASE!"
The noise was getting closer. Saruman was now trying to climb the door. In his madness, the possibility of climbing a flat wall was probable.
"THOUGH IT SOUNDS LIKE NAILS ON A CHALKBOARD,
WE DON'T CARE, OUR EARS DIED LAST NIGHT!!!"
The company was too close. Saruman had to hide.
He dove behind a rock where he huddled up and shut his eyes really tight, like a three-year old playing hide and seek.
The music stopped. Instead, they turned into voices.
"Where'd he go?" said Frodo.
"I don't know." Said Aragorn.
"He must have gone through the Mines!" exclaimed Gimli.
"Then let's go!" said Gandalf as he adjusted his sling that suspended his piano. He turned around to make sure everyone was there.
"Let's see: One Ring-Bearer, One Ring-Bearer's gardener, One fool of a Took, Merry,"
At these words, Merry stuck out his tounge at the other three. "He knows my proper name."
"One King of Gondor, One TRUE King of Gondor [guess who's who], myself, Gimli, and….where's Pretty-boy-elf?"
"Hey! This is my hiding spot! Go get your own!"
"No way! I need this spot!"
Everyone turned to a rock hidden in a corner. Small dust clouds were rising from behind it.
"I found it first!"
"I came here MONTHS before you did! They're after me!"
"Shut up!"
Pretty-boy-e--- I'm mean, Legolas tumbled out from behind the rock. He immediately jumped in the lake.
"What the-?" began Sam, but then---
"AHA! THEY'RE OVER HERE! I TOLD YOU THEY WOULD!"
"DID NOT! I KNEW IT!"
The ground began to tremble. It was the familiar tremble….of terror.
"FANGIRLS! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The Fellowship and Saruman didn't have to recite the password. They merely rammed straight through the wall, stone and debris flying everywhere.
"GET THEM! GET THEM!" screamed a fangirl.
"I WANNA' GLOMP FRODO!" said another.
"NO WAY! HE'S MINE!"
"I GET LEGOLAS!"
"ARAGORN'S MINE!"
The hoard of screeching females stampeded to the large hole in the wall where the original Gates of Moria were, but they halted when the giant evil squidy thingy came and scared them away.
The giant evil squidy thingy roared in triumph as everyone sprinted in oppisite directions. The Fellowship and Saruman mistook this for more fangirls, and ran even faster.
"Saruman?" asked Frodo, who was also in the lead along with Legolas and Aragorn. "Why are you running?"
"Yeah!" said Aragorn. "You don't have any fangirls."
He turned around to see that no one was chasing them anymore and they slid to a halt. They were now at the fork with three doors.
"They'll run me over and get my white robes all dirty!" whined Saruman as he dusted off some soot from his heels.
"No," whispered Merry to Pippin. "He just needs the exercise."
"I heard that!" snapped Saruman, glaring at the two Hobbits who laughed back in his face.
"You shouldn't even be wearing white!" exclaimed Gandalf.
"Then what should I be wearing wearing?"
The Fellowship paused, then gathered in a huddle. After about five minutes of plotting, they arranged themselves on the rocks. Aragorn, Boromir and Legolas at the top, Gandalf sitting down in a crevis, and the remaining five at the bottom.
Then Gandalf started playing his piano, and the five started dancing 60's style.
"HAVE YOU HEARD OF THE TYE-DYE MAN?!!!
THE TYE-DYE MAN?!!! THEY TYE-DYE MAN?!!!
HAVE YOU HEARD OF THE TYE-DYE MAN?!!!
THAT LIVES IN-"
Saruman screamed like a little girl again and fled from the scene.
The Fellowship followed him.
Saruman ran, ran, and ran some more. He sprinted through Balin's Tomb, jumped down the well, fell on the Bridge of Khazad Dum, and tripped the Balrog on his way out.
He kept running, and the Fellowhip kept singing.
Yup! That's chapter 3! Done! (snaps her fingers) Your turn C-chan.
