CHAPTER ELEVON

GIFTS TO THE FOOLS

The following morning, Cerebellum went out to meet the Fools.

"See I you have all awakened." He said as they stumbled along like zombies, fore they had not slept well. Roots had dug into their backs no matter what position they lied in.

"So much for the hospitality of the elves." Grisly grumbled.

"We have not had dealings with your people in a long time." Cerebellum told him.

"Hey! You stole my line." Hilran called out from a distance, "Great! First they steal my lines, then they kill me off in "The Lord of the Jurassic Parks: The Towers of Redundancy".

"Shut up, at YOU were in part two!" Cerebellum called back.

"Well, you know what this dwarf says to that?" Grisly asked.

"What?" Cerebellum asked.

"I don't know, the author doesn't seem to be able remember where he put his copy of the EE version 'FoF' (The Fellowship of Fools)." Grisly replied.

Cerebellum stiffened in insulted rage.

"Blastphemy!" he shouted out to the author, "You lost the EE version of the 'Fellowship of Fools'?"

"Hey! Its not like you've never lost anything." Drew L. replied.

"I know, but an entire four DVD set?" Cerebellum asked.

"Lay off, or I'll tell everyone how stupid your wife was in "The Silmarillion"." Drew L. snapped.

"No! You mustn't! Okay, okay. I'll back off." Cerebellum replied.

"Why are you here anyway?" Arrogant asked Cerebellum.

"GlandGal insisted that we give you gifts before you leave."

"Yay! Presents!" Stan-Dumb and Peepin squealed.

"My ears!" Dork yelped as they cheered.

Just then, GlandGal and some other elves showed up.

"Now, stand in a line so that I can give you your gifts, on at a time, taking up about twelve pages of the book." She said, sweetly.

The Fools got in a line.

"I'll start at this end." GalndGal said, walking up to Dork and Peepin.

"To you, I give the daggers to elves, long dead." GlandGal said, handing them to the two excited Hobbiraptors, "May they protect you the way they protected their original owners."

"But, you said that their owners died." Dork explaned.

"Yeah, so?" GalndGal asked.

" 'May they protect us the way they proected their original owners'?" Dork asked, "Are you insane! May they protect us better than their original owners."

She moved on to Stan-Dumb.

"To you, Stan, I give rope and a box of Elven dirt." She said.

"Um.thanks." He said, taking the two items.

Next, was Boredom.

"Instead of giving you a mithril vest, which would be the better couse of action, I will give you a chain link belt." She told him.

"Thanks." He said, looking at the gift she gave him, and wondering why she gave it to him when he already had a belt.

"There is no gift better that I can give to you." GlandGal said, stepping up to Arrogant, who was wearing an Elvis necklace.

"I would have her go to the West with her people." He said, knowing where her gaze went.

"Yes." GlandGal replied, "I fear that the graceful Elvis- impersonating of Arnyn will fade."

"Thank God." Arrogant said.

"There is still a lot for you to do, Arrogant." GlandGal told him, "And we will not meet again."

She now walked up to Leggy.

"A Sloth Lardon bow will do for you." She handing him the bow and moving on to Grisly.

"And what would a dwarf ask for?" she wondered out loud.

"Oh nothing." He said.

"I know, a clomp of my hair." She said, handing some of it to him.

"Thanks!" he said, and did a flip in the air.

"And there's more." She told them walking off towards the docks, and gestured for them to follow.

"These boats will carry you out of here really fast." She said.

The boats were already filled with supplies and other stuff.

"Some of the bags have clothes for you." She told them.

"How did you know to get the right sizes." They asked.

"Haven't you ever heard of Elven one size fits all?" she asked them.

"Where's my present?" Fiona asked.

"Oh, um.here, my magic lightbulb." GlandGal told her.

"Yay!" Fiona said.

"Are you happy with your gifts?" GlandGal asked the Fools.

"Yes." They replied.

"Good. Now get out!" she yelled with a voice that sent the other Sloth Larden elves running for the hills.

TO BE CONTINUED.

NEXT CHAPTER: THE RIVER REALLY WILD