Merry and Pippin crept along the hall, keeping mostly to the shadows. By Elrond's room they heard two elves talking.
"He hasn't woken up for days. I hope he isn't dead."
"Maybe we should make sure he isn't dead, Pip-Pip-Hooray," whispered Merry.
They crept into his room. The elf lord was laid out in his bed, with his clothes laid out at the foot. Merry tried them on.
"They're a bit big, Merry-Doo," said Pippin.
"Not if I stand on your shoulders, Pip-A-Nip," said Merry.
So Merry stood upon Pippin's shoulders.
"Not a bad likeness," said Fauxrond. "All we needs's a wig."
"And another thing, Fatso," said the legs. "Elrondie's wearing a ring, too."
And so saying, they cut the hair off of Elrond's head and made a makeshift wig, complete with butterfly hairclip, and also wore the ring with the blue stone that was upon his finger.
"Ah, lovely," said Fauxrond. "Shall we go bug some people, Leggsies?"
"Surely, Torsoe!" said the legs. And so saying, they wobbled rather unsteadily on. The first elf they came to was Legolas.
"Uh, hello Elrond, have you seen hobbits?" A plothole opened in the ceiling and Frodo dropped conveniently onto his head. The two unconcious beings lay on the floor, and Fauxrond walked around them and continued on, occasionally talking to its lower half unceremoniously.
"This ring sure is pretty, Legs."
"Shut up and lose some weight," wheezed the legs.
Sam still sat glumly on the bed. He brightened slightly when he thought about robbing Frodo, but as he turned around Frodo dropped through a plothole. He sighed and went for a walk. As he walked by Elrond's room, the elf burst out in his bunny pajamas with his hair sticking out in clumps.
"What happened?" said the elf. "Where's my ring?" He waved his hand in front of Sam's face. Sam swiftly kicked him in the shins and burst out in a dance. Electric guitars and orchestra hits began playing.
"Move yourself!" Pumping his fists. Legless soon appeared mysteriously and was knocked silly.
"You always live your life, never thinkin' for the futuuuure!" sang Sam.
Merry, Pippin and Frodo appeared, singing background.
"Owner of a lonely heart!" they sang.
Elrond backed off and jumped off the balcony.
"Ooh, much better than the owner of a broken heart!" chorused the hobbits.
Elrond stayed in the rosebushes for a while until they stopped. Then he cautiously crept back up. He looked around, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"You! Lose yourself!" four hobbits dropped from the roof.
"And not for pity's sake, there's no real reason to be lonely!" bellowed Sam.
"ARGH!" shouted Elrond, leaping off the balcony once more, sadly to miss the air guitar solo, which was performed by Pippin.
"Owner of a lonely heart!" they sang again.
"Here now, what's going on?" said Gandalf waving his staff wildly.
"We're just singing," said Sam meekly. Frodo suddenly noticed that no one was paying attention to him and fainted dead away.
"Well stop it!" said Gandalf. He looked around. "When's this infamous party gonna happen?"
"When Elrondzo wakes up, I think," said Merry.
"Where is he then?"
The three hobbits pointed down at the rosebushes, where Elrond lay, his bunny pajamas a little worse for wear.
Gandalf sighed. "Hey, whose clothes are those, Merry?"
Merry looked a little bashful. "Well, uh, see it was like this Gandy-Gandy-Dalf," he began.
"And a wig, hmm? Where did you get that?" Merry looked beseechingly at Pippin, who just grinned.
"Yeah, how about that?" said Pippin. Legolas, who upon waking, got up and ran just as fast as he could. But he tripped on his own feet which seemed to have temporarily grown another yard and fell down the stairs to be run over by a speeding horse.
"Oh, I say, terribly sorry old chap!" said the man on the horse. "Have a cup of diet lemonade on me, wotwot?"
"He hasn't woken up for days. I hope he isn't dead."
"Maybe we should make sure he isn't dead, Pip-Pip-Hooray," whispered Merry.
They crept into his room. The elf lord was laid out in his bed, with his clothes laid out at the foot. Merry tried them on.
"They're a bit big, Merry-Doo," said Pippin.
"Not if I stand on your shoulders, Pip-A-Nip," said Merry.
So Merry stood upon Pippin's shoulders.
"Not a bad likeness," said Fauxrond. "All we needs's a wig."
"And another thing, Fatso," said the legs. "Elrondie's wearing a ring, too."
And so saying, they cut the hair off of Elrond's head and made a makeshift wig, complete with butterfly hairclip, and also wore the ring with the blue stone that was upon his finger.
"Ah, lovely," said Fauxrond. "Shall we go bug some people, Leggsies?"
"Surely, Torsoe!" said the legs. And so saying, they wobbled rather unsteadily on. The first elf they came to was Legolas.
"Uh, hello Elrond, have you seen hobbits?" A plothole opened in the ceiling and Frodo dropped conveniently onto his head. The two unconcious beings lay on the floor, and Fauxrond walked around them and continued on, occasionally talking to its lower half unceremoniously.
"This ring sure is pretty, Legs."
"Shut up and lose some weight," wheezed the legs.
Sam still sat glumly on the bed. He brightened slightly when he thought about robbing Frodo, but as he turned around Frodo dropped through a plothole. He sighed and went for a walk. As he walked by Elrond's room, the elf burst out in his bunny pajamas with his hair sticking out in clumps.
"What happened?" said the elf. "Where's my ring?" He waved his hand in front of Sam's face. Sam swiftly kicked him in the shins and burst out in a dance. Electric guitars and orchestra hits began playing.
"Move yourself!" Pumping his fists. Legless soon appeared mysteriously and was knocked silly.
"You always live your life, never thinkin' for the futuuuure!" sang Sam.
Merry, Pippin and Frodo appeared, singing background.
"Owner of a lonely heart!" they sang.
Elrond backed off and jumped off the balcony.
"Ooh, much better than the owner of a broken heart!" chorused the hobbits.
Elrond stayed in the rosebushes for a while until they stopped. Then he cautiously crept back up. He looked around, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"You! Lose yourself!" four hobbits dropped from the roof.
"And not for pity's sake, there's no real reason to be lonely!" bellowed Sam.
"ARGH!" shouted Elrond, leaping off the balcony once more, sadly to miss the air guitar solo, which was performed by Pippin.
"Owner of a lonely heart!" they sang again.
"Here now, what's going on?" said Gandalf waving his staff wildly.
"We're just singing," said Sam meekly. Frodo suddenly noticed that no one was paying attention to him and fainted dead away.
"Well stop it!" said Gandalf. He looked around. "When's this infamous party gonna happen?"
"When Elrondzo wakes up, I think," said Merry.
"Where is he then?"
The three hobbits pointed down at the rosebushes, where Elrond lay, his bunny pajamas a little worse for wear.
Gandalf sighed. "Hey, whose clothes are those, Merry?"
Merry looked a little bashful. "Well, uh, see it was like this Gandy-Gandy-Dalf," he began.
"And a wig, hmm? Where did you get that?" Merry looked beseechingly at Pippin, who just grinned.
"Yeah, how about that?" said Pippin. Legolas, who upon waking, got up and ran just as fast as he could. But he tripped on his own feet which seemed to have temporarily grown another yard and fell down the stairs to be run over by a speeding horse.
"Oh, I say, terribly sorry old chap!" said the man on the horse. "Have a cup of diet lemonade on me, wotwot?"