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The number two thing I would do if I owned Lord of the Rings:
Commission myself a gigantic monkey shaped house to be built on top of Buckingham Palace...
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Now here we are at the beginning of our adventure. We have a tragedy, a hero, a cause, a mystery and a broken nose.
Elrond went to bed that night in a worse state than in the morning. When his nose had finally stopped bleeding he and his freshly assembled team of medi elves had tried their hardest to rectify the damage caused by the mysteriously aerodynamic rock. Though it was a lost cause, forever more Elrond of Rivendell would have a wonky nose. He could just cry thinking about what this was doing for his reputation. If ever he found out who had thrown that rock he would do unmentionable things to them before rubbing their noses in it. Unfortunately it was getting late and Elrond was tired after his marathon cosmetic surgery, there would plenty of time to destroy the fiend in the morning. Eventually Elrond drifted off to sleep but while he slept that seed of fear, a remanent of his vague and totally forgotten morning, began to grow, nourished by some evil without.
It was early morning before anybody really started to notice that there was something very wrong with Legolas, all thoughts of Haspu forgotten they struggled to find a reason for his erratic and destructive behaviour. A group of young male elves, who had been going for their morning stroll had come across Legolas throwing a sack full of bunny rabbits in to the still depths of the ford. The bunnies, slightly confused had scampered up onto the bank and scarpered, as the water was particularly low at this time of year. The elves had managed to overpower Legolas, though it was touch and go there for a while when Legolas, in a fit of rage, had started using the little bunnies as missiles. They had dragged Legolas kicking and screaming to Elrond's house in an effort to get some answers. When Elrond saw Legolas he detected no deference. He looked Legolas up and down as two of his finest and strongest guard elves held the bunny pitcher in place. Legolas had managed to calm down some
but still twitched uncontrollably with unreleased anger. Elrond stepped closer to Legolas to examine his skin for some sort of marking when it hit him, a wave of concentrated evil that made his mind rock with despair. What was that? He thought, but it had gone as soon as it had appeared.
He had screwed his eyes shut when the wave hit, now he opened them slowly. Both his guards lay, beaten, on the floor. Legolas was nowhere to be seen. Elrond half expected to see a helpful cloud of dust indicating the evil elves path but no such luck. Elrond took no time in organising a search party, which he sent on their rummaging ways while he held a meeting between some top representatives that just happened to be currently enjoying his hospitality. He gathered them all and took them to his secret meeting place. The party consisted of Brog the dwarf, Blog his brother and Bog their slightly strange cousin. There was also a contingent of humans, Wayne, Shayne, Dwayne and Stayne - all were trade representatives from up north, he very much doubted whether they had anything interesting to say so he hadn't talked to them before now. And that just left the elves that had accompanied Legolas to Rivendell. They were in shocking moods. Their Prince and certified chic magnet had
turned into a violent lunatic - a definite turn off. In a bid to get some order Elrond cleared his throat loudly. All eyes locked onto him instantly. Elrond flicked his hair, impressed with his attention receiving skills.
"You all know why I've called you here today." Everyone nodded solemnly except Bog, cousin of Blog and Brog, who grinned madly and jittered with excitement. Elrond gave him a cursory glance before continuing. "Legolas Prince of Mirkwood one of our most loyal and trusted warriors has turned... mad." Bog giggled wildly.
"Yeah but he a, huh... he's an elf isn't he?" He laughed so hard his body started to twitch. Brog gave him a quick kick, which shut him up soon enough.
"For sometime now I have felt an evil force covering Rivendell like a blanket-"
"Oh I like blankets! They keep you warm at night and their nice and soft and just thinking about them makes me want my mummy to tuck me in at night!" An excited Bog shared with the astonished crowd. Brog and Blog shifted away from their cousin, hanging their heads in shame. Elrond nodded in what he hopped was a supportive way.
"Really? Well, well... Anyhow like I said an evil bl.... force has been hanging over Rivendell and only today when I attended to Legolas did I realise what that force was... It seems we have been invaded by an evil far greater than the mind can imagine..." All faces, including Bog's, had grown ashen with fear. "It seems we have been visited by the dark lord Soran's greatest shadowy achievement since the one ring itself, gentlemen we have amongst our midst the one -"
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And that's where it ends for now... about the ending: I just couldn't help myself - it seemed like such a perfect place to finish up for now. Anyhow I have to go and eat an apple, which was kindly provided by JamieLea Lightfoot. That's a damn good apple! apple juice squirts in all directions Right well while I'm eating you can all review!... unless, of course, you'd rather join me in eating some apples in which case I totally understand.
The number two thing I would do if I owned Lord of the Rings:
Commission myself a gigantic monkey shaped house to be built on top of Buckingham Palace...
~*~
Now here we are at the beginning of our adventure. We have a tragedy, a hero, a cause, a mystery and a broken nose.
Elrond went to bed that night in a worse state than in the morning. When his nose had finally stopped bleeding he and his freshly assembled team of medi elves had tried their hardest to rectify the damage caused by the mysteriously aerodynamic rock. Though it was a lost cause, forever more Elrond of Rivendell would have a wonky nose. He could just cry thinking about what this was doing for his reputation. If ever he found out who had thrown that rock he would do unmentionable things to them before rubbing their noses in it. Unfortunately it was getting late and Elrond was tired after his marathon cosmetic surgery, there would plenty of time to destroy the fiend in the morning. Eventually Elrond drifted off to sleep but while he slept that seed of fear, a remanent of his vague and totally forgotten morning, began to grow, nourished by some evil without.
It was early morning before anybody really started to notice that there was something very wrong with Legolas, all thoughts of Haspu forgotten they struggled to find a reason for his erratic and destructive behaviour. A group of young male elves, who had been going for their morning stroll had come across Legolas throwing a sack full of bunny rabbits in to the still depths of the ford. The bunnies, slightly confused had scampered up onto the bank and scarpered, as the water was particularly low at this time of year. The elves had managed to overpower Legolas, though it was touch and go there for a while when Legolas, in a fit of rage, had started using the little bunnies as missiles. They had dragged Legolas kicking and screaming to Elrond's house in an effort to get some answers. When Elrond saw Legolas he detected no deference. He looked Legolas up and down as two of his finest and strongest guard elves held the bunny pitcher in place. Legolas had managed to calm down some
but still twitched uncontrollably with unreleased anger. Elrond stepped closer to Legolas to examine his skin for some sort of marking when it hit him, a wave of concentrated evil that made his mind rock with despair. What was that? He thought, but it had gone as soon as it had appeared.
He had screwed his eyes shut when the wave hit, now he opened them slowly. Both his guards lay, beaten, on the floor. Legolas was nowhere to be seen. Elrond half expected to see a helpful cloud of dust indicating the evil elves path but no such luck. Elrond took no time in organising a search party, which he sent on their rummaging ways while he held a meeting between some top representatives that just happened to be currently enjoying his hospitality. He gathered them all and took them to his secret meeting place. The party consisted of Brog the dwarf, Blog his brother and Bog their slightly strange cousin. There was also a contingent of humans, Wayne, Shayne, Dwayne and Stayne - all were trade representatives from up north, he very much doubted whether they had anything interesting to say so he hadn't talked to them before now. And that just left the elves that had accompanied Legolas to Rivendell. They were in shocking moods. Their Prince and certified chic magnet had
turned into a violent lunatic - a definite turn off. In a bid to get some order Elrond cleared his throat loudly. All eyes locked onto him instantly. Elrond flicked his hair, impressed with his attention receiving skills.
"You all know why I've called you here today." Everyone nodded solemnly except Bog, cousin of Blog and Brog, who grinned madly and jittered with excitement. Elrond gave him a cursory glance before continuing. "Legolas Prince of Mirkwood one of our most loyal and trusted warriors has turned... mad." Bog giggled wildly.
"Yeah but he a, huh... he's an elf isn't he?" He laughed so hard his body started to twitch. Brog gave him a quick kick, which shut him up soon enough.
"For sometime now I have felt an evil force covering Rivendell like a blanket-"
"Oh I like blankets! They keep you warm at night and their nice and soft and just thinking about them makes me want my mummy to tuck me in at night!" An excited Bog shared with the astonished crowd. Brog and Blog shifted away from their cousin, hanging their heads in shame. Elrond nodded in what he hopped was a supportive way.
"Really? Well, well... Anyhow like I said an evil bl.... force has been hanging over Rivendell and only today when I attended to Legolas did I realise what that force was... It seems we have been invaded by an evil far greater than the mind can imagine..." All faces, including Bog's, had grown ashen with fear. "It seems we have been visited by the dark lord Soran's greatest shadowy achievement since the one ring itself, gentlemen we have amongst our midst the one -"
~*~
And that's where it ends for now... about the ending: I just couldn't help myself - it seemed like such a perfect place to finish up for now. Anyhow I have to go and eat an apple, which was kindly provided by JamieLea Lightfoot. That's a damn good apple! apple juice squirts in all directions Right well while I'm eating you can all review!... unless, of course, you'd rather join me in eating some apples in which case I totally understand.