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What would Boromir do for a Klondike Bar?
Boromir rides along a tree lined path towards Rivendell. He is almost there and is relieved about it: finally his questions will be answered! But before he can pass through into the elven realm, a strangely dressed man steps in front of him. Checking the horse, Boromir glares down at the stranger.
"Hello," says the man, smiling pleasantly. "Boromir of Gondor, I presume?" Boromir nods curtly. Who is this man? "Great!" the man continues, "Boromir, I am here to ask you a question on behalf of the general public. This question is: will you ride Monty Python style into Rivendell for a Klondike Bar?"
Boromir stares wordlessly at the man. How dare he? How dare he come and speak this gibberish to a lord of Gondor in this manner?
"Please excuse me," he finally stutters, "but I am on an important mission and I have no time for such frivolous nonsense. Good day!" He tries to ride around the man, but he moves to block his way.
"C'mon," he coaxes, waving the treat in front of Boromir. "You know you want it!" An annoying jingle starts to play.
Oh that chocolaty coated
Ice cream loaded
Big and thick
No room for a stick
What would you do-oo-oo…
For a Klondike Bar?
Boromir looks about wildly. "Where did that music come from?" he gasps. The man shrugs and continues to wave the treat. Boromir stares at it. Chocolate…. He was on a diet and hadn't had chocolate for so long…
"What do you mean by 'Monty Python' style?" he asks, trying to pry his mind off the chocolate.
"Well," the man says, taking out two coconut halves, "you get one of your servants to clap these two things together behind you while you ride a pretend horse, like so:" the man demonstrates by riding an invisible horse around Boromir.
The Gondorian man's mouth drops. "But-but I am a lord of Gondor, son of the steward himself! I can't lower myself to a stunt like that!"
The man shrugs. "No coconut, no bar."
Boromir sighs. Chocolate….
Several elves of Rivendell stand near the entrance of the place. They had been asked to greet visitors, and so far they have welcomed two of their fellow elves, Legolas and Cirdan, and a group of dwarves they didn't really care to remember the names of. There has been word that a man from Gondor will be coming, and soon the sound of hooves can be heard coming from a distance. But as the Gondorian enters the city, the delightful sound of elvish laughter replaces the sound of the horse when the elves see what is coming: a full grown man pretending to ride a horse quite like a child might, with his servant running in back banging two pieces of a strange fruit together.
Meanwhile in Gondor, Denethor sits back from watching his son eat chocolate on the Palantir and calls for a glass of wine.
"That boy is going to be the death of me…."
A/N: Yaaay! Monty Python!
Enjoy!
What would Boromir do for a Klondike Bar?
Boromir rides along a tree lined path towards Rivendell. He is almost there and is relieved about it: finally his questions will be answered! But before he can pass through into the elven realm, a strangely dressed man steps in front of him. Checking the horse, Boromir glares down at the stranger.
"Hello," says the man, smiling pleasantly. "Boromir of Gondor, I presume?" Boromir nods curtly. Who is this man? "Great!" the man continues, "Boromir, I am here to ask you a question on behalf of the general public. This question is: will you ride Monty Python style into Rivendell for a Klondike Bar?"
Boromir stares wordlessly at the man. How dare he? How dare he come and speak this gibberish to a lord of Gondor in this manner?
"Please excuse me," he finally stutters, "but I am on an important mission and I have no time for such frivolous nonsense. Good day!" He tries to ride around the man, but he moves to block his way.
"C'mon," he coaxes, waving the treat in front of Boromir. "You know you want it!" An annoying jingle starts to play.
Oh that chocolaty coated
Ice cream loaded
Big and thick
No room for a stick
What would you do-oo-oo…
For a Klondike Bar?
Boromir looks about wildly. "Where did that music come from?" he gasps. The man shrugs and continues to wave the treat. Boromir stares at it. Chocolate…. He was on a diet and hadn't had chocolate for so long…
"What do you mean by 'Monty Python' style?" he asks, trying to pry his mind off the chocolate.
"Well," the man says, taking out two coconut halves, "you get one of your servants to clap these two things together behind you while you ride a pretend horse, like so:" the man demonstrates by riding an invisible horse around Boromir.
The Gondorian man's mouth drops. "But-but I am a lord of Gondor, son of the steward himself! I can't lower myself to a stunt like that!"
The man shrugs. "No coconut, no bar."
Boromir sighs. Chocolate….
Several elves of Rivendell stand near the entrance of the place. They had been asked to greet visitors, and so far they have welcomed two of their fellow elves, Legolas and Cirdan, and a group of dwarves they didn't really care to remember the names of. There has been word that a man from Gondor will be coming, and soon the sound of hooves can be heard coming from a distance. But as the Gondorian enters the city, the delightful sound of elvish laughter replaces the sound of the horse when the elves see what is coming: a full grown man pretending to ride a horse quite like a child might, with his servant running in back banging two pieces of a strange fruit together.
Meanwhile in Gondor, Denethor sits back from watching his son eat chocolate on the Palantir and calls for a glass of wine.
"That boy is going to be the death of me…."
A/N: Yaaay! Monty Python!