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Act Two: Merry Pippins.
Our Fellowship was underway from Rivendell, Aragorn in the lead. Behind him the Hobbits were surrounding Gandalf asking for his tricks. A light warm breeze picked up and heavenly music started to play through the trees. The voice of an angel sang to the melody of the song, and all were entranced by her beauty as she floated from the sky, sword in one hand, umbrella in the other.
Frodo groaned as he listened. "Not yet another one!"
"Just a mouth full of elf bread helps the hunger go 'way, hunger go 'way..."
At this, the Hobbits grabbed for their sacks like wolves on the lamb. The others of the party watched as the Mary Sue continued to float down. They watched in awe as her clothes shone in the sunlight, and her radiant hair glistened. All loved her from the moment they saw her beauty. When a sudden flash appeared, her song turned in to screams of fear as she began the long descent without her umbrella, which was following her while a flame.
Moments later a splattering sound followed by a sickening thud rang out through the valley. In shock, the others turned to the only mystic in the group. Gandalf stared back at them, the same shock on his face.
"Have you a hand in this, Gandalf the Gray?"
Before he could reply, he snatched at a hand that lingered at his robe. Bringing it out, he glared at the tiny Hobbit attached to it holding his staff.
Pippin smiled cheekily. "It was an accident?"
"Pippin," they groaned as one.
End Act Two.
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Act Two: Merry Pippins.
Our Fellowship was underway from Rivendell, Aragorn in the lead. Behind him the Hobbits were surrounding Gandalf asking for his tricks. A light warm breeze picked up and heavenly music started to play through the trees. The voice of an angel sang to the melody of the song, and all were entranced by her beauty as she floated from the sky, sword in one hand, umbrella in the other.
Frodo groaned as he listened. "Not yet another one!"
"Just a mouth full of elf bread helps the hunger go 'way, hunger go 'way..."
At this, the Hobbits grabbed for their sacks like wolves on the lamb. The others of the party watched as the Mary Sue continued to float down. They watched in awe as her clothes shone in the sunlight, and her radiant hair glistened. All loved her from the moment they saw her beauty. When a sudden flash appeared, her song turned in to screams of fear as she began the long descent without her umbrella, which was following her while a flame.
Moments later a splattering sound followed by a sickening thud rang out through the valley. In shock, the others turned to the only mystic in the group. Gandalf stared back at them, the same shock on his face.
"Have you a hand in this, Gandalf the Gray?"
Before he could reply, he snatched at a hand that lingered at his robe. Bringing it out, he glared at the tiny Hobbit attached to it holding his staff.
Pippin smiled cheekily. "It was an accident?"
"Pippin," they groaned as one.
End Act Two.
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Disclaimer on first page
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