Hey, I didn't know there was such a demand! Anyhoo, here y'are, Vladsie-Wadsie.
A prequellic flashback...
Elrond Half-elven/brained decided one fine day in Rivendell that he would throw a huge party for no reason. He sent out the invitations to all corners of the earth via small scary Bantam Turkens, which unknowingly scared the living daylights out of many.
Legolas was the first to arrive. By a seemingly innocent plothole, incidentally, out of which he fell right smack into the pond.
ÒPllbbl,Ó he spluttered. ÒThatÕs cold.Ó He glared balefully at me.
ÒLegolas!Ó cried Elrond, throwing his arms wide. ÒSo glad you could come to my party!Ó
ÒYeah, about that. You didnÕt invite hobbits, did you?Ó Leggy boy was deathly afraid of hobbits, seemingly because of the fact that they are so short and hairy, quite the opposite of his tall smooth manliness. (but not for long...:P)
Elrond ignored the blonde (note that word!) elf and started dancing around the balcony, until he tripped on a plotbunny and fell screaming off.
Merry, Pippin and Sam were in their room talking about things. Well, rather Merry and Pippin were talking about surfing the ford while Sam sat glumly. Frodo was laid out on his bed.
ÒMer-Mer-Mer-A-Bee, do you suppose thereÕs anything to eat around here?Ó
ÒI donÕt know, Pip-Pip-And-Away-We-Go. LetÕs go see, hmm? See ya later, Sammy-Boy!Ó Sam convulsed slightly and attempted to ignore them. ÒDidnÕt you hear me? See ya later, Sam-The-Man.Ó Merry peered into SamÕs face suspiciously.
ÒIs he alive?Ó said Pippin.
ÒYes IÕm alive! Go away!Ó screeched Sam.
ÒWell!Ó huffed Merry and Pippin. ÒNo need to be insulting!Ó And they finally went off in a huff to surf. (About which, I might add, they were quite disappointed about, being as Elrond was still unconscious and unable to command the rising of the waters.)
Frodo opened one eye. Seeing no one bent compassionately bent over him, he slipped back into his stupor.
Legolas was tripping through the hall, due to the fact that rugs seemingly jumped up to trip him, when he heard the sound of food. Elves do have supersonic hearing, yÕknow. Unfortunately for him, as he went towards the scintillating noise, a plothole opened directly under him dropping him into a great cauldron of vegetable soup.
Merry and Pippin were trudging back to Rivendell glumly.
ÒPip-Pip-Ahoy, that was most crushing,Ó sighed Merry.
ÒGot that right,Ó muttered Pippin.
ÒI donÕt get it. Last time we saw the ford, it was cresting wonderfully. What was so different?Ó
ÒHmm,Ó said Pip. ÒFroo-The-Woodth was being chased by black riders. DidnÕt Gandolt say something about Elrondsie-Wondsie commanding the flood?Ó
ÒI think youÕve an idea, Pippie. You be a rider first.Ó
ÒNo way, Merrie, IÕll get chased by that Arwenny again. She scares me.Ó
ÒVery well then. WeÕll just have to ask El-Dorado-Rond, I guess.Ó
So the somewhat brightened hobbits quickened their step, and started singing again. Behind them, a hurtling elf plunged into the river screaming. ;)
A prequellic flashback...
Elrond Half-elven/brained decided one fine day in Rivendell that he would throw a huge party for no reason. He sent out the invitations to all corners of the earth via small scary Bantam Turkens, which unknowingly scared the living daylights out of many.
Legolas was the first to arrive. By a seemingly innocent plothole, incidentally, out of which he fell right smack into the pond.
ÒPllbbl,Ó he spluttered. ÒThatÕs cold.Ó He glared balefully at me.
ÒLegolas!Ó cried Elrond, throwing his arms wide. ÒSo glad you could come to my party!Ó
ÒYeah, about that. You didnÕt invite hobbits, did you?Ó Leggy boy was deathly afraid of hobbits, seemingly because of the fact that they are so short and hairy, quite the opposite of his tall smooth manliness. (but not for long...:P)
Elrond ignored the blonde (note that word!) elf and started dancing around the balcony, until he tripped on a plotbunny and fell screaming off.
Merry, Pippin and Sam were in their room talking about things. Well, rather Merry and Pippin were talking about surfing the ford while Sam sat glumly. Frodo was laid out on his bed.
ÒMer-Mer-Mer-A-Bee, do you suppose thereÕs anything to eat around here?Ó
ÒI donÕt know, Pip-Pip-And-Away-We-Go. LetÕs go see, hmm? See ya later, Sammy-Boy!Ó Sam convulsed slightly and attempted to ignore them. ÒDidnÕt you hear me? See ya later, Sam-The-Man.Ó Merry peered into SamÕs face suspiciously.
ÒIs he alive?Ó said Pippin.
ÒYes IÕm alive! Go away!Ó screeched Sam.
ÒWell!Ó huffed Merry and Pippin. ÒNo need to be insulting!Ó And they finally went off in a huff to surf. (About which, I might add, they were quite disappointed about, being as Elrond was still unconscious and unable to command the rising of the waters.)
Frodo opened one eye. Seeing no one bent compassionately bent over him, he slipped back into his stupor.
Legolas was tripping through the hall, due to the fact that rugs seemingly jumped up to trip him, when he heard the sound of food. Elves do have supersonic hearing, yÕknow. Unfortunately for him, as he went towards the scintillating noise, a plothole opened directly under him dropping him into a great cauldron of vegetable soup.
Merry and Pippin were trudging back to Rivendell glumly.
ÒPip-Pip-Ahoy, that was most crushing,Ó sighed Merry.
ÒGot that right,Ó muttered Pippin.
ÒI donÕt get it. Last time we saw the ford, it was cresting wonderfully. What was so different?Ó
ÒHmm,Ó said Pip. ÒFroo-The-Woodth was being chased by black riders. DidnÕt Gandolt say something about Elrondsie-Wondsie commanding the flood?Ó
ÒI think youÕve an idea, Pippie. You be a rider first.Ó
ÒNo way, Merrie, IÕll get chased by that Arwenny again. She scares me.Ó
ÒVery well then. WeÕll just have to ask El-Dorado-Rond, I guess.Ó
So the somewhat brightened hobbits quickened their step, and started singing again. Behind them, a hurtling elf plunged into the river screaming. ;)