We (the spiffiest of spork ladies) own nothing. but we wished we owned Legolas. bwahaha
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The fellowship followed their Elven leaders to meet the Lord and Lady of the Golden Woods. They ungagged Frodo and waited.
The Lord and Lady came before them, and in an instant, everyone regretted removing the gag from Frodo.
"Woman woman woman!!" Frodo yelled. Sam quickly grabbed his babbling friend and put his hand over his mouth.
"Welcome to Lorien. Here you will find safety. But, tell me, where is Gandalf?" Celeborn asked. Galadriel looked Aragorn in the eyes and turned to Celeborn.
"Gandalf has fallen into darkness." She said quietly.
Celeborn wasn't paying attention to her. He was staring at Frodo as he struggled against Sam while crying out, "Biggly, biggly, biggly, biggly, biggly, biggly, bog!"
"Lady Galadriel, I fear our nerves are frayed, and our minds cloudy. May we rest now?" Merry asked hopefully, watching Sam and Frodo out of the corner of his eye.
"Yes, I think that is a wise choice." Galadriel said as they turned to leave, giving one last glance at Frodo.
Haunting and beautiful voices rang through the air, singing a song about the fall of Gandalf. When asked, Legolas would not translate, saying the grief was still to near.
"I hope they add something about his fire works" Sam commented, and sang a small verse he made up on the spur of the moment. The fellowship was quiet, after he sang.
"Did you take a bong hit before you wrote that?" Frodo asked suddenly. Pippin jumped on him with a pillow over his face. Aragorn, against his better judgment, pulled Pippin off of him.
"I think we had better sleep." He sternly told the others.
As the others fell asleep, Aragorn and Legolas left for a moment. When they came back, they had a gag with them. They promptly held Frodo down, gagged him again, and when back to their beds.
Frodo did not stay asleep for long though, and soon he awoke and saw the Lady Galadriel walking in the night. Ripping the gag off, he quietly exclaimed, "Helloooooooooooo nurse," and got up to follow the fair elf. Sam, who had been nearby, heard his friend leave, and decided to watch after his friend and make sure that Frodo's insane banter did not annoy the elves to the point where they got kicked out of Lothlorien.
Both hobbits followed her until she stopped at a fountain. They watched as she collected water from the pool, and poured it into a large and risen bowl. "Would you look into the mirror?" she asked them.
Sam was the first to gain enough courage to glimpse into the still water. As the Mirror cleared, he gained the vision of Rivendell, but not as he remembered leaving it. Instead, the elves were all partying, and looked quite smashed. As Sam leaned closer to observe the weird images before him, he saw Elrond stand on a table, quite inebriated, and announce, "Here's to the departure of that bungling, rambling, insane little hobbit. May Frodo never step foot in Rivendell again while he still carries the Spork! Now, where's my dress?" With that, the Mirror faded over, and Sam only faced his own reflection.
"What did you see?" Frodo's curiosity had given him the strength to fight the Spork's influence once more, and so he was able to ask an intelligent question.
Sam, however, just shrugged his shoulders, not ready to tell the other hobbit the truth. "Nothing important." Galadriel, in the meantime, was trying not to laugh.
Then, Frodo stepped up to the Mirror. Gazing into it, he watched as images began to form. First, he saw Legolas staring at him with a look of contempt and annoyance. Then, Boromir, Aragorn, and the rest of the Fellowship in turn. Finally, Frodo saw his return to Bag End, spork still in hand. "Surprise, surprise, surprise," he exclaimed as he walked through the gate to Hobbiton, and every single hobbit around started jumping him and kicking the crap out of him. Then, they sent him back out to finish destroying the Spork, before his insane babbling ruined their lives forever. Frodo fell back from the Mirror, clutching the Spork in his hand.
"Well, there goes my idea to give up and go back," he said. Then he looked at Galadriel. "You take the Spork. Elves should be able to deal with it better than I. I claim this cat in the name of America!"
The Lady ignored that last part and actually pondered his request. "I must admit, the idea had crossed my mind, and I have wondered if the Spork wielded by The Dark Lord would be safe in my hands." Suddenly, she became all scarily glorious and green for some reason. "I will rule this world with an iron fist!" She pointed at Sam. "You there, obey the fist!"
"EEP!" Sam cried, and scurried behind Frodo, hiding.
Galadriel calmed down and returned to her normal form. "No, I will not take the Spork, young hobbit. Its power corrupts me as well."
"Aw crap." Frodo mumbled. "Then to Mordor I go."
With that, the hobbits returned to their beds, and Galadriel glanced once again at the mirror, wondering what was happening at the party now.
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The fellowship followed their Elven leaders to meet the Lord and Lady of the Golden Woods. They ungagged Frodo and waited.
The Lord and Lady came before them, and in an instant, everyone regretted removing the gag from Frodo.
"Woman woman woman!!" Frodo yelled. Sam quickly grabbed his babbling friend and put his hand over his mouth.
"Welcome to Lorien. Here you will find safety. But, tell me, where is Gandalf?" Celeborn asked. Galadriel looked Aragorn in the eyes and turned to Celeborn.
"Gandalf has fallen into darkness." She said quietly.
Celeborn wasn't paying attention to her. He was staring at Frodo as he struggled against Sam while crying out, "Biggly, biggly, biggly, biggly, biggly, biggly, bog!"
"Lady Galadriel, I fear our nerves are frayed, and our minds cloudy. May we rest now?" Merry asked hopefully, watching Sam and Frodo out of the corner of his eye.
"Yes, I think that is a wise choice." Galadriel said as they turned to leave, giving one last glance at Frodo.
Haunting and beautiful voices rang through the air, singing a song about the fall of Gandalf. When asked, Legolas would not translate, saying the grief was still to near.
"I hope they add something about his fire works" Sam commented, and sang a small verse he made up on the spur of the moment. The fellowship was quiet, after he sang.
"Did you take a bong hit before you wrote that?" Frodo asked suddenly. Pippin jumped on him with a pillow over his face. Aragorn, against his better judgment, pulled Pippin off of him.
"I think we had better sleep." He sternly told the others.
As the others fell asleep, Aragorn and Legolas left for a moment. When they came back, they had a gag with them. They promptly held Frodo down, gagged him again, and when back to their beds.
Frodo did not stay asleep for long though, and soon he awoke and saw the Lady Galadriel walking in the night. Ripping the gag off, he quietly exclaimed, "Helloooooooooooo nurse," and got up to follow the fair elf. Sam, who had been nearby, heard his friend leave, and decided to watch after his friend and make sure that Frodo's insane banter did not annoy the elves to the point where they got kicked out of Lothlorien.
Both hobbits followed her until she stopped at a fountain. They watched as she collected water from the pool, and poured it into a large and risen bowl. "Would you look into the mirror?" she asked them.
Sam was the first to gain enough courage to glimpse into the still water. As the Mirror cleared, he gained the vision of Rivendell, but not as he remembered leaving it. Instead, the elves were all partying, and looked quite smashed. As Sam leaned closer to observe the weird images before him, he saw Elrond stand on a table, quite inebriated, and announce, "Here's to the departure of that bungling, rambling, insane little hobbit. May Frodo never step foot in Rivendell again while he still carries the Spork! Now, where's my dress?" With that, the Mirror faded over, and Sam only faced his own reflection.
"What did you see?" Frodo's curiosity had given him the strength to fight the Spork's influence once more, and so he was able to ask an intelligent question.
Sam, however, just shrugged his shoulders, not ready to tell the other hobbit the truth. "Nothing important." Galadriel, in the meantime, was trying not to laugh.
Then, Frodo stepped up to the Mirror. Gazing into it, he watched as images began to form. First, he saw Legolas staring at him with a look of contempt and annoyance. Then, Boromir, Aragorn, and the rest of the Fellowship in turn. Finally, Frodo saw his return to Bag End, spork still in hand. "Surprise, surprise, surprise," he exclaimed as he walked through the gate to Hobbiton, and every single hobbit around started jumping him and kicking the crap out of him. Then, they sent him back out to finish destroying the Spork, before his insane babbling ruined their lives forever. Frodo fell back from the Mirror, clutching the Spork in his hand.
"Well, there goes my idea to give up and go back," he said. Then he looked at Galadriel. "You take the Spork. Elves should be able to deal with it better than I. I claim this cat in the name of America!"
The Lady ignored that last part and actually pondered his request. "I must admit, the idea had crossed my mind, and I have wondered if the Spork wielded by The Dark Lord would be safe in my hands." Suddenly, she became all scarily glorious and green for some reason. "I will rule this world with an iron fist!" She pointed at Sam. "You there, obey the fist!"
"EEP!" Sam cried, and scurried behind Frodo, hiding.
Galadriel calmed down and returned to her normal form. "No, I will not take the Spork, young hobbit. Its power corrupts me as well."
"Aw crap." Frodo mumbled. "Then to Mordor I go."
With that, the hobbits returned to their beds, and Galadriel glanced once again at the mirror, wondering what was happening at the party now.