Disclaimer: I own a pen…(holds up a black pen that's running out of ink)
See? I think my pen died…..oh well. Mr.Tolkien owns LOTR, and the Jackson5
were the ones who sang 'Rockin' Robin'. Oh yeah! Other than my worthless
pen, I also own the lyrics I made up!
THE LORD OF THE DANCE!!!
Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin stood on that little stump Bilbo stood on under the Party Tree during his farewell speech. The other Hobbits quickly got out the microphones from the veggie cart, set them up by the stump, got out the drums, and strapped the guitars. One rather eager looking Hobbit got out his stand and electric piano.
Then, the music started!
"We sing in the Shire all day long" sang Frodo.
"Drinkin' and a-laughing and singing this song" sang Sam.
"All the Hobbits here in rural land" went Merry.
"Love to eat and cook with the work of our hands" sang Pippin.
A large group of more Hobbits came dancing into the scene.
"Singin' Hobbits!" sang the four.
"Sing! Sing!" went the background choir behind them.
"Singin' Hobbits!"
"Sing! Sing!"
"Go singin' Hobbits" sang Frodo and Sam.
"Cuz we're really gonna'" began Merry.
"sing tonight!" finished Pippin.
The dancing Hobbits lined up and prepared to do some complicated line- dancing.
"Every little Hobbit, every ruffian" went Merry.
"Every mortal being in the caravan" sang Sam.
"There's Farmer Maggot, and the Old Took," sang Frodo
"Raisin' their forks shouting-" started Pippin
"STOP THAT RACKET! I NEED MY SLEEP!" snarled Farmer Maggot and the Old Took out of nowhere.
Everyone paused for a while. Then the eager Hobbit started playing on the piano again.
"Singin' Hobbits!"
"Sing! Sing!"
"Singin' Hobbits!"
"Sing! Sing!"
"Go singin' Hobbits" sang Frodo and Sam.
"Cuz we're really gonna' sing" went Merry.
"toniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!" sang Pippin loudly in a higher tone!
Everyone applauded and cheered! YAY!…YAY!
Then Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin climbed the Party Tree, stood in it's highest branches, and chimed out to all of Middle Earth
"WE ARE THE LORDS OF THE DANCE!"
Everyone in Arda heard them.
"The Lords of the Dance?" thought Celeborn to himself. "There is only ONE Lord of the Dance!"
He looked around the room.
"Good. Galadriel isn't here….She doesn't let me have any fun."
He snuck into the closet, snickering evilly.
Celeborn hid in the corner of the closet, and flicked on the flashlight that had just suddenly appeared in his pocket.
"There is only ONE Lord of the Dance…" then he stood up and prepared to shout, but then he banged his head on the shelf that Galadriel had 'conviniently' placed in the closet just in case Celeborn went crazy….like how he is now.
He crouched slightly under the shelf and screamed
"I, CELEBORN, LORD OF LOTHLORIEN, AM THE LORD OF THE DANCE!!!"
There was the sound of shuffling and the clattering of drums and twangs from guitars as Celeborn backed up, getting ready to slide out of the closet on his knees.
THE LORD OF THE DANCE!!!
Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin stood on that little stump Bilbo stood on under the Party Tree during his farewell speech. The other Hobbits quickly got out the microphones from the veggie cart, set them up by the stump, got out the drums, and strapped the guitars. One rather eager looking Hobbit got out his stand and electric piano.
Then, the music started!
"We sing in the Shire all day long" sang Frodo.
"Drinkin' and a-laughing and singing this song" sang Sam.
"All the Hobbits here in rural land" went Merry.
"Love to eat and cook with the work of our hands" sang Pippin.
A large group of more Hobbits came dancing into the scene.
"Singin' Hobbits!" sang the four.
"Sing! Sing!" went the background choir behind them.
"Singin' Hobbits!"
"Sing! Sing!"
"Go singin' Hobbits" sang Frodo and Sam.
"Cuz we're really gonna'" began Merry.
"sing tonight!" finished Pippin.
The dancing Hobbits lined up and prepared to do some complicated line- dancing.
"Every little Hobbit, every ruffian" went Merry.
"Every mortal being in the caravan" sang Sam.
"There's Farmer Maggot, and the Old Took," sang Frodo
"Raisin' their forks shouting-" started Pippin
"STOP THAT RACKET! I NEED MY SLEEP!" snarled Farmer Maggot and the Old Took out of nowhere.
Everyone paused for a while. Then the eager Hobbit started playing on the piano again.
"Singin' Hobbits!"
"Sing! Sing!"
"Singin' Hobbits!"
"Sing! Sing!"
"Go singin' Hobbits" sang Frodo and Sam.
"Cuz we're really gonna' sing" went Merry.
"toniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!" sang Pippin loudly in a higher tone!
Everyone applauded and cheered! YAY!…YAY!
Then Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin climbed the Party Tree, stood in it's highest branches, and chimed out to all of Middle Earth
"WE ARE THE LORDS OF THE DANCE!"
Everyone in Arda heard them.
"The Lords of the Dance?" thought Celeborn to himself. "There is only ONE Lord of the Dance!"
He looked around the room.
"Good. Galadriel isn't here….She doesn't let me have any fun."
He snuck into the closet, snickering evilly.
Celeborn hid in the corner of the closet, and flicked on the flashlight that had just suddenly appeared in his pocket.
"There is only ONE Lord of the Dance…" then he stood up and prepared to shout, but then he banged his head on the shelf that Galadriel had 'conviniently' placed in the closet just in case Celeborn went crazy….like how he is now.
He crouched slightly under the shelf and screamed
"I, CELEBORN, LORD OF LOTHLORIEN, AM THE LORD OF THE DANCE!!!"
There was the sound of shuffling and the clattering of drums and twangs from guitars as Celeborn backed up, getting ready to slide out of the closet on his knees.