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Chapter 3 - Galadriel - dirty and enjoying, er - loving, absolutly LOVING it
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Many miles away, in Lorien, Galadril was gardining - yes, gardening, when her invatation arrived.
"Excuse me"
came a voice behind the elf. She stood up quickly, whipeing her dirty hands on the seat of her pants. Don't ask me why she was wearing pants.
"What do you want?"
Her attitude wasn't expected, being the super-sweet woman she was.
"I have a message for you."
The man handed a slip of paper to Galadriel.
"Very well. You may be on your way."
As the man turned away, Galadril attempted to turn and run. This was not a very wise thing to do if you are standing in 1-inch-deep mud. She slipped, and fell face down.
"My complexion!"
she wined, picking herself up.
"My nails!!"
Suddenly, she realizes a large, painful sore on her arm. Near it is a wolly bear caterpiller.
"Celeborn!! Get...it...off...of...me........NOW!!"
Celeborn runs up, pulls the creature off of Galadriel, and marvels at how cute it really is.
"It kind of reminds me of a teddy bear, like the one I almost ate dureing that Orange Juice Crisis!!"
He carefully sets it down on a leaf. Galadril sighs.
"It's going to eat my new plants!!"
"It's just one animal, Galadril!!"
"I don't care. Kill it now!! Get it out of my sight!!"
Celeborn pickes it up and carries it to the rear of the house. He sets it on another plant.
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Later that evening, while Galadril was packing, she felt another pain on her face. Lookinf in a nearby mirror, she saw a quite noticeable pimple.
"Why? Why me? Why now? Why there? Why a pimple? WHY?"
she wined. She grabs a tweezers. A servant speaks up.
"Not a good idea, better just go to a dermintologist."
"I do not have time. I must get rid of this horrid thing!! NOW!! Not in 2 weeks!"
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thirty minuts later, Galadriel was just finishing with a makeover. The pimple left a terrible scar, that was even more noticeable than the pimple.
"Nikki!"
She turned towards the door.
"A dictionary! Look up bathing suit!"
A young hobbit comes into the room. It is carrying a very, very large book with very thin pages.
"There is no definition for such a phrase in here."
"Fine. Let's make our own. Bathing - the process of washing oneself. Suit - a garment covering the entire body. Thus, it must be a garment that you wear when you take a bath. That could be a problem, since I wear nothing while bathing."
"How about just go wearing undergarments?"
"Not a bad idea!! Now go prepare the carrage . I am ready to go."
Chapter 3 - Galadriel - dirty and enjoying, er - loving, absolutly LOVING it
@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#
Many miles away, in Lorien, Galadril was gardining - yes, gardening, when her invatation arrived.
"Excuse me"
came a voice behind the elf. She stood up quickly, whipeing her dirty hands on the seat of her pants. Don't ask me why she was wearing pants.
"What do you want?"
Her attitude wasn't expected, being the super-sweet woman she was.
"I have a message for you."
The man handed a slip of paper to Galadriel.
"Very well. You may be on your way."
As the man turned away, Galadril attempted to turn and run. This was not a very wise thing to do if you are standing in 1-inch-deep mud. She slipped, and fell face down.
"My complexion!"
she wined, picking herself up.
"My nails!!"
Suddenly, she realizes a large, painful sore on her arm. Near it is a wolly bear caterpiller.
"Celeborn!! Get...it...off...of...me........NOW!!"
Celeborn runs up, pulls the creature off of Galadriel, and marvels at how cute it really is.
"It kind of reminds me of a teddy bear, like the one I almost ate dureing that Orange Juice Crisis!!"
He carefully sets it down on a leaf. Galadril sighs.
"It's going to eat my new plants!!"
"It's just one animal, Galadril!!"
"I don't care. Kill it now!! Get it out of my sight!!"
Celeborn pickes it up and carries it to the rear of the house. He sets it on another plant.
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Later that evening, while Galadril was packing, she felt another pain on her face. Lookinf in a nearby mirror, she saw a quite noticeable pimple.
"Why? Why me? Why now? Why there? Why a pimple? WHY?"
she wined. She grabs a tweezers. A servant speaks up.
"Not a good idea, better just go to a dermintologist."
"I do not have time. I must get rid of this horrid thing!! NOW!! Not in 2 weeks!"
&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*
thirty minuts later, Galadriel was just finishing with a makeover. The pimple left a terrible scar, that was even more noticeable than the pimple.
"Nikki!"
She turned towards the door.
"A dictionary! Look up bathing suit!"
A young hobbit comes into the room. It is carrying a very, very large book with very thin pages.
"There is no definition for such a phrase in here."
"Fine. Let's make our own. Bathing - the process of washing oneself. Suit - a garment covering the entire body. Thus, it must be a garment that you wear when you take a bath. That could be a problem, since I wear nothing while bathing."
"How about just go wearing undergarments?"
"Not a bad idea!! Now go prepare the carrage . I am ready to go."