We (the awesome and powerful Spork ladies) own nothing *grumble grumble*
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After a refreshing night's sleep with only the occasional murmur from the sleep-talking Frodo (yes, refreshing... there is no Ring, so therefore there are no Nazgul), the four hobbits and their human guide started on their way to Rivendell.
"Well, now there's five of us, on our way to see the Elves," Pippin remarked, but regretted saying anything when Frodo chimed in, "By your powers combined, I am Captain Planet!"
Everyone glared at Pippin. "Sorry."
A few hours went by and still, Frodo could not be shut up.
"For the love of all things sacred, would you be quiet!" Merry yelled.
"All you've been talking about is Bigfoot in your garage! Whatever that is."
Frodo looked uncomfortable. "He was using the belt-sander!"
With Frodo finally being quiet, it was a nice calm stroll through the woods until they got to the entrance to Rivendell. Strider recognized this as his childhood home, but for the hobbits, it was a new and exciting discovery. They were eager to enter the wonderful land, and so pushing them onward, Frodo cried out, "Thundercats! HOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Strider suddenly reached out and smacked the hobbit in the back of the head, but retracted his arm before Frodo could look behind him and see the culprit. Whistling innocently, the ranger followed them into the elves' home.
The Half-Elf known as Elrond greeted them. "Welcome to Rivendell, Mister Anderson--I mean, Baggins." Elrond looked around suspiciously at who might have heard him, but everyone seemed to be occupied with shutting up the rambling hobbit. He cleared his throat, and then continued. "I see that Gandalf had been right. This is a serious matter to which we must attend. We shall have a secret council, in which we will discuss the fate of the Spork."
"Okalie dokalie," Frodo replied, which cause practically everyone around him to slap their foreheads in frustration. Looking around, the young hobbit caught sight of Bilbo, who had been hiding with the elves for this whole time. The influence of the spork had begun to wear off, but now that it was in such a close vicinity, the former spork-bearer had started rambling once again.
Bilbo ran up to his relative, happy to see him, and as soon as they shook hands in greeting, suddenly they both exclaimed, "We are the Canadian Kilted Yaksmen!" At the sight of this greeting, Strider grabbed both hobbits by the ears, and hurried off to find the location of Elrond's council, eager to stop the randomness that was driving him insane.
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After a refreshing night's sleep with only the occasional murmur from the sleep-talking Frodo (yes, refreshing... there is no Ring, so therefore there are no Nazgul), the four hobbits and their human guide started on their way to Rivendell.
"Well, now there's five of us, on our way to see the Elves," Pippin remarked, but regretted saying anything when Frodo chimed in, "By your powers combined, I am Captain Planet!"
Everyone glared at Pippin. "Sorry."
A few hours went by and still, Frodo could not be shut up.
"For the love of all things sacred, would you be quiet!" Merry yelled.
"All you've been talking about is Bigfoot in your garage! Whatever that is."
Frodo looked uncomfortable. "He was using the belt-sander!"
With Frodo finally being quiet, it was a nice calm stroll through the woods until they got to the entrance to Rivendell. Strider recognized this as his childhood home, but for the hobbits, it was a new and exciting discovery. They were eager to enter the wonderful land, and so pushing them onward, Frodo cried out, "Thundercats! HOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Strider suddenly reached out and smacked the hobbit in the back of the head, but retracted his arm before Frodo could look behind him and see the culprit. Whistling innocently, the ranger followed them into the elves' home.
The Half-Elf known as Elrond greeted them. "Welcome to Rivendell, Mister Anderson--I mean, Baggins." Elrond looked around suspiciously at who might have heard him, but everyone seemed to be occupied with shutting up the rambling hobbit. He cleared his throat, and then continued. "I see that Gandalf had been right. This is a serious matter to which we must attend. We shall have a secret council, in which we will discuss the fate of the Spork."
"Okalie dokalie," Frodo replied, which cause practically everyone around him to slap their foreheads in frustration. Looking around, the young hobbit caught sight of Bilbo, who had been hiding with the elves for this whole time. The influence of the spork had begun to wear off, but now that it was in such a close vicinity, the former spork-bearer had started rambling once again.
Bilbo ran up to his relative, happy to see him, and as soon as they shook hands in greeting, suddenly they both exclaimed, "We are the Canadian Kilted Yaksmen!" At the sight of this greeting, Strider grabbed both hobbits by the ears, and hurried off to find the location of Elrond's council, eager to stop the randomness that was driving him insane.