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The 7th thing I would do if I owned Lord of the Rings:

Make function study illegal and if anyone is seen using or even thinking about it cabana boys have to beaten them with rulers and poke them with pens! Grrrr Arg!

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The unknown was pretty much the same as the known. It had trees and shrubs, rocks and sticks and even air – which was pretty damn good considering. Gandalf was leading the party, staff at the ready in case the unknown wanted to pick a fight. Tall extra prickly pine trees lined their path; from the look of them the party were probably heading into a mountainous region. Gandalf stoped suddenly, holding a finger up into the air. Adall reasoned that he was probably just checking for the wind or something.

"Oh mystical finger tell us the way?" Boomed Gandalf starring at his raised finger with a reverent look on his aged face. Adall stared, he knew Gandalf was eccentric but this was just too weird! The finger remained silent. "Oh mystical finger please tell us the way?" Tried Gandalf, even louder. After a while Gandalf picked a random direction: "Ah... Left!" Then, bowing to his mystical finger he motioned to the party to keep on. They continued to climb. Ascending further up what they hoped was just a hill but actually turned out to be a bloody huge, snow capped mountain. It was getting dark and still the intrepid party climbed, though with many grunts and sighs.

The sun had sunk and the moon had risen – bringing with it a fierce snowstorm. But the fellowships new snakeskin apparel protected them and gave them strength. The snow was getting pretty deep, Adall noted as he trudged thought the thigh high powder. His head was down low in an attempt to protect his delicate elvan face. It was like this that he came across something shiny and smooth protruding from the snow. He reached down for it tentatively.

"Huh?" He said aloud. "Hey Gandalf look what I found!" Adall brandished the shimmering lock in the old wizards face.

"Let me see that!" Gandalf snatched it out of Adall's open palm staring at it intently.

 "I think I know who this belongs to!" Proclaimed Gandalf after he had taken a sniff of the disembodied hair. Everyone waited expectantly.

"Goblins." Said Gandalf, quietly so as not to scare.

"Goblins?" Asked Adall with a disbelieving tone.

"Yes Goblins! Bloody hell do I have to say everything twice around here?" Gandalf scowled at Adall.

"Well sorry but I just didn't think this was goblin territory" Adall said sarcastically, hands on hips.

"Everywhere is goblin territory! Their everywhere I tell you – everywhere!" Gandalf started to jump up and down excitedly.  Meanwhile Bog, complete with cape and mask, had wandered off into the undergrowth. Suddenly he stumbled upon a something buried deep beneath the snow.

"ARG!" He swore loudly, turning around to kick whatever had stumbled him. It was Legolas, limp and lifeless. He shrieked loudly, running back to the rest of the fellowship as fast as he could.

"Oh really? How man frigging blond goblins have you seen you mad bastard?" Adall screamed at Gandalf who was still jumping around. Gandalf was about to reply when Bog came hurtling at him, determination and fear in his eyes.

"I'm appleless you git now leave off!" Gandalf squeaked as he threw himself out of the rampaging dwarfs path.

"SHUT UP... I.. I think I've found Legolas!" Managed Bog between breaths. 

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Sorry about the wait people I was studying for a maths test... and it turns out i needed more study hangs head in shame. So now I'm drowning my sorrows in my writing... You know what would really help me and make me happy again? Reviews – pots and pots of reviews... second thoughts, pots are too small – barrels! Or maybe cargo boxes! You can use your discretion where the storage is concerned just as long as you review.