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Disclaimer for this and all past chapters: I own nothing. Not LotR, not Star Wars. I am dirt poor.
Chapter 8 - Bambadill iz Road Kill
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Somewhere in the Old Forest, Tom Bambadil was looking for poisonous snakes and spiders, and other dangerouse creatures. He had recently began to call himself Steve Irwen, or The Croc Hunter. He often came close to getting killed, and he enjoyed it. He was about to pounce onto a youen croc when a voice made him stop.
"You know, harming endangered species is a crime?"
Bambadil turned to see a guy dressed completely in black.
"I'm not harming it. I'm trying to get killed myself."
"Then look for death elswhere."
Bambadil frowned.
"Anyway, to get to the point, Aragorn has sent you this."
Yet another slip of parer changed hands. It didn't take long for Bambadil to set out for the palace. Soon after he set out, Tom's wish was granted. As he walked down a quiet, crappy dirt road, he began to be bothered by the scilence, ao he slipped on a pair of earphones and flipped on his walkman. Within 5 minutes, a horse drawn carrage was running over him, and his name was changed from Tom Bambadil to Tom Roadkill.
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PLEASE REVIEW!! Everything excepted. Flames will be given to any hobbit with a pipe.
Disclaimer for this and all past chapters: I own nothing. Not LotR, not Star Wars. I am dirt poor.
Chapter 8 - Bambadill iz Road Kill
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Somewhere in the Old Forest, Tom Bambadil was looking for poisonous snakes and spiders, and other dangerouse creatures. He had recently began to call himself Steve Irwen, or The Croc Hunter. He often came close to getting killed, and he enjoyed it. He was about to pounce onto a youen croc when a voice made him stop.
"You know, harming endangered species is a crime?"
Bambadil turned to see a guy dressed completely in black.
"I'm not harming it. I'm trying to get killed myself."
"Then look for death elswhere."
Bambadil frowned.
"Anyway, to get to the point, Aragorn has sent you this."
Yet another slip of parer changed hands. It didn't take long for Bambadil to set out for the palace. Soon after he set out, Tom's wish was granted. As he walked down a quiet, crappy dirt road, he began to be bothered by the scilence, ao he slipped on a pair of earphones and flipped on his walkman. Within 5 minutes, a horse drawn carrage was running over him, and his name was changed from Tom Bambadil to Tom Roadkill.
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PLEASE REVIEW!! Everything excepted. Flames will be given to any hobbit with a pipe.