From the Author of "Captured by Orcs" comes the new story of;
Me W/ Riders O' Rohan
day one- hmmm hom, sitting in Edoas doin' nothin' but stare at the same
four golden walls- they're pretty walls, but that's not the point- so ne
ways am to sotally bored and am contemplating using Worm Tongue as a soccer
ball *grin* though i don't really think that he'll roll too good. mayhap i
could use one o' the gards, some of 'em are getting positivley fat!
Day 2- ding-dong Wormtoung's dead! Not really dead but close enough for my
purposes. Yippie! And Theoden's summoned a call to arms!!! Of course, being
the little girl-child i am, i'll have t' use magic to be tall and to
disguise me self in funky chain mail and a helmet, mayhap i'll put many
pics. on it like the goalies do in hockey.
Day 3- Nope, no funky helmets. L. Yes well whatever. Am on am big people
horse. I like big people horses. This mare's name is Kerralee. I have no
idea why she's called Kerralee, I'll ask later. Hmm hom. Wish I had some
Ent draught right 'bout now, that stuff tastes yummy.
Yummy, yummy, yummy I've got ent draught in me tummy and I'm growing,
growing, growing away! Hey!
Yes well. Hmmmmm, Vicky's traveling tunes!
( to the tune of the wheels on the bus)The hooves o' the horsey go clip,
clip clop! Clip, clip, clop! Clip, clip, clop! The hooves o' the horsey go
clip, clip, clop, all the way to battle!
The armor o' the armor dudes goes jingle, jingle, jangle! Jingle, jingle
jangle! Jingle, jingle jangle! The armor o' the armor dudes goes jingle,
jingle, jangle, all the way to battle!
Hmmmm, The spears o' the big people flash in the sun! flash in the sun!
flash in the sun! the spears o' the big people flash in the sun, all the
way to battle!
The grumbling of the dwarf goes mumble, mutter, mumble! Mumble, mutter,
mumble! Mumble, mutter mumble! The grumbling o' the dwarf goes mumble
mutter mumble, all the way to battle.
The singing o' me voice goes la, la, la! La, la, la! La, la, la! The
singing o' me voice goes la, la, la, all the way to battle!
The hands o' other riders inch toward my throat! Inch towards my throat!
Inch towards my throat! The hands o' other riders inch towards my throat,
all be cause o' my singing!
I'll shut up now.
Day 4- well am now sitting on the wall of Helm's Deep, trying to catch me
breath. Boy! Am bored. Only one attack. Had to cut down many ladders.
Damned orcs. Like slugs they are. Climbing up walls. Yes well. I prefer
this Fighting in the middle o' the night to during the day. In the day the
sun blinds ya with the glare on the metal o' the swords shield etc.. @
night the moon don't glare and I'm more alert. uhoh, fighting. G2g.
-later
Now that was fun. After significant blood loss on my part and a little
(big) fall off the wall and a little (lot) of running to get past the gates
before they closed, I finally get to sit down and relax a bit before the
next battle. Funn, funn! *groan *
Am in dire need of Gatorade or Powerade whichever's handy. Yes well now ho
now. Evil orcs. Don't like orcs.
Day 5- okay then. Am v. sleepy after that, umm, ugliness last night am I
must say- damn me fingers hurt!!! Blisters from the sword. So ne ways apart
from that and the fatigue I'm lucky. Hama's dead. Lots more people dead.
Tons o' peeps hurt. *sigh * yes well am on me way to Isengard w/ remaining
peeps. *yawn * gonna get some sleep. ZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZ
