A/N: As always, thanks to everyone who has reviewed, and special thanks to Gablock the Hated for the idea to this chapter.
Enjoy!
What would Gandalf the Grey do for a Klondike Bar?
Gandalf the Grey sits prisoner on top of the Tower of Orthanc being pelted by rain. He's soaked through and through, not to mention cold and hungry. All in all he is not a happy camper. Bored, he looks over the edge of the tower to watch Saruman's orcs chopping down trees to fuel his gigantic furnaces. Watching this was more depressing then just sitting in the rain, so he looked back to the tower, and started. A man was standing about five feet away from him, beaming, with an umbrella over his head.
"Hello, there!" he exclaims, "Are you Gandalf the Grey?"
Gandalf nods warily, wondering what Saruman was up to this time.
"Wonderful," says the man. "I'm here to ask you a question on behalf of the public. Is that okay?"
Gandalf nods again, too cold to really argue all that much.
"The question is: will you dance a jig in front of Saruman for a Klondike Bar?"
Gandalf stands up slowly, shaking the water out of his cloak. "You want me to do a jig in front of Saruman for a Klondike Bar?"
The man nods, smiling hopefully. "They're really good!" he adds, taking a bite out of one that he was holding. "And since you look so wet, I'll add this umbrella in too. Listen to this while you think."
A jingle filled the air:
For that chocolaty coated
Ice cream loaded
Big and thick
No room for a stick
What would you do-oo-oo…
For a Klondike Bar?
"Elbereth, that's annoying," Gandalf curses quietly, then considered his options. He could sit up here being bored for a while, or he could dance in front of Saruman. This sounds a bit better to Gandalf. The ice cream does look very good: he hasn'tt had much of anything to eat in a week, and the umbrella makes the offer even better.
"Alright," he agrees
The man beams. "Great. And here comes Saruman!" Indeed, the wizard robed in white is making his way up onto the tower. As soon as the Istari has reached the landing, the man snaps his fingers and another man wearing a kilt and carrying a bagpipe appears on the tower and begins to play.
Saruman's eyebrows raise as he watches Gandalf begins to dance energetically around him. The tune that the bagpipe is playing is quite catchy, and the white wizard soon finds himself swaying to the beat. Moments later, both wizards are boogieing around the top of Orthanc, stomping to the piper's songs. The orcs below notice the ruckus, and look up to see their master and his prisoner dancing wildly together. Most decide that their master has finally cracked, but a few join in the dancing below.
After a few more minutes, Gandalf stops, noticing something off the edge of the tower. He grabs the umbrella and the Klondike Bar from the man and jumps off the tower onto the back of a giant eagle that has soared near the tower.
"What was going on up there?" Gwaihir asks, looking back at his friend.
Gandalf pretends to not hear him and takes another bite of his ice cream.
Enjoy!
What would Gandalf the Grey do for a Klondike Bar?
Gandalf the Grey sits prisoner on top of the Tower of Orthanc being pelted by rain. He's soaked through and through, not to mention cold and hungry. All in all he is not a happy camper. Bored, he looks over the edge of the tower to watch Saruman's orcs chopping down trees to fuel his gigantic furnaces. Watching this was more depressing then just sitting in the rain, so he looked back to the tower, and started. A man was standing about five feet away from him, beaming, with an umbrella over his head.
"Hello, there!" he exclaims, "Are you Gandalf the Grey?"
Gandalf nods warily, wondering what Saruman was up to this time.
"Wonderful," says the man. "I'm here to ask you a question on behalf of the public. Is that okay?"
Gandalf nods again, too cold to really argue all that much.
"The question is: will you dance a jig in front of Saruman for a Klondike Bar?"
Gandalf stands up slowly, shaking the water out of his cloak. "You want me to do a jig in front of Saruman for a Klondike Bar?"
The man nods, smiling hopefully. "They're really good!" he adds, taking a bite out of one that he was holding. "And since you look so wet, I'll add this umbrella in too. Listen to this while you think."
A jingle filled the air:
For that chocolaty coated
Ice cream loaded
Big and thick
No room for a stick
What would you do-oo-oo…
For a Klondike Bar?
"Elbereth, that's annoying," Gandalf curses quietly, then considered his options. He could sit up here being bored for a while, or he could dance in front of Saruman. This sounds a bit better to Gandalf. The ice cream does look very good: he hasn'tt had much of anything to eat in a week, and the umbrella makes the offer even better.
"Alright," he agrees
The man beams. "Great. And here comes Saruman!" Indeed, the wizard robed in white is making his way up onto the tower. As soon as the Istari has reached the landing, the man snaps his fingers and another man wearing a kilt and carrying a bagpipe appears on the tower and begins to play.
Saruman's eyebrows raise as he watches Gandalf begins to dance energetically around him. The tune that the bagpipe is playing is quite catchy, and the white wizard soon finds himself swaying to the beat. Moments later, both wizards are boogieing around the top of Orthanc, stomping to the piper's songs. The orcs below notice the ruckus, and look up to see their master and his prisoner dancing wildly together. Most decide that their master has finally cracked, but a few join in the dancing below.
After a few more minutes, Gandalf stops, noticing something off the edge of the tower. He grabs the umbrella and the Klondike Bar from the man and jumps off the tower onto the back of a giant eagle that has soared near the tower.
"What was going on up there?" Gwaihir asks, looking back at his friend.
Gandalf pretends to not hear him and takes another bite of his ice cream.