STORY TWO
(many, many, MANY years later after Aragorn is dead)
Gimli, son of Glóin, sat on a rock surrounded by trees. "This is a nice place." He told himself, hands on his axe handle. His axe was upside down and he was leaning against it. "A nice place to sit and think."
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Gimli, Legolas was waiting behind a tree. "Five, four, three, two." Legolas counted to himself. He then took off in a speedy sprint. He raced to Gimli and as he passed him, picked him up.
WEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!
An alarm blared through the forest.
"ATTENTION EVERYBODY! A DWARF HAS BEEN STOLEN! I REPEAT- A DWARF AS BEEN STOLEN!"
Legolas ran down to the sea, carrying Gimli. He jumped onto a ship and sailed away.
*(many, many, many years later)*
Everyone stared at the tall, young man with pointed ears and a quiver of arrows on his back, and a bow in one hand walk down the street. Under his other arm he carried a short, bearded man with an axe.
"Look, Gimli. A movie theater. And its playing OUR tale!" Legolas said in surprise.
"They better of picked a good dwarf to play me." Gimli grumbled.
"No, no, no. There is only Men in this movie."
"A MAN is playing ME?!"
"Aye. Let's go, let's watch and see how well we are portrayed." Legolas carried Gimli into the theater, bought two tickets and started to go in.
They were stopped by a usher. "Excuse me, but you can't have weapons in a movie theater. You need to get rid of your bow, arrows, and daggers." He informed Legolas.
"Get rid of my bow and arrows?!" Legolas asked, appalled.
"Yes and-and why are you carrying that bearded man?"
"I am NOT a Man! I am a Dwarf."
"This is my companion, Gimli."
"Yes but why are you CARRYING him?" The usher demanded.
"Many, many, many years ago Legolas took me." Gimli said. "The reason I have not yet died is because Legolas has yet to put me down."
"What?" The usher asked.
"You heard me! In all these years Legolas has not put me down at all! Not ONCE!........................... and I REALLY need to go to the bathroom!"
(many, many, MANY years later after Aragorn is dead)
Gimli, son of Glóin, sat on a rock surrounded by trees. "This is a nice place." He told himself, hands on his axe handle. His axe was upside down and he was leaning against it. "A nice place to sit and think."
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Gimli, Legolas was waiting behind a tree. "Five, four, three, two." Legolas counted to himself. He then took off in a speedy sprint. He raced to Gimli and as he passed him, picked him up.
WEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!
An alarm blared through the forest.
"ATTENTION EVERYBODY! A DWARF HAS BEEN STOLEN! I REPEAT- A DWARF AS BEEN STOLEN!"
Legolas ran down to the sea, carrying Gimli. He jumped onto a ship and sailed away.
*(many, many, many years later)*
Everyone stared at the tall, young man with pointed ears and a quiver of arrows on his back, and a bow in one hand walk down the street. Under his other arm he carried a short, bearded man with an axe.
"Look, Gimli. A movie theater. And its playing OUR tale!" Legolas said in surprise.
"They better of picked a good dwarf to play me." Gimli grumbled.
"No, no, no. There is only Men in this movie."
"A MAN is playing ME?!"
"Aye. Let's go, let's watch and see how well we are portrayed." Legolas carried Gimli into the theater, bought two tickets and started to go in.
They were stopped by a usher. "Excuse me, but you can't have weapons in a movie theater. You need to get rid of your bow, arrows, and daggers." He informed Legolas.
"Get rid of my bow and arrows?!" Legolas asked, appalled.
"Yes and-and why are you carrying that bearded man?"
"I am NOT a Man! I am a Dwarf."
"This is my companion, Gimli."
"Yes but why are you CARRYING him?" The usher demanded.
"Many, many, many years ago Legolas took me." Gimli said. "The reason I have not yet died is because Legolas has yet to put me down."
"What?" The usher asked.
"You heard me! In all these years Legolas has not put me down at all! Not ONCE!........................... and I REALLY need to go to the bathroom!"