Lord of the Rings Gone Wrong
Mines of Moria
" You shall not pass!" Gandalf yelled. While Gandalf is holding back the evil shadow, the rest of the fellowship ran across the bridge. Gandalf slammed down his sword on the bridge in attempt to break it, but it did not break. The shadow moved closer and closer. Gandalf slammed down his sword again but the bridge still would not break. Gandalf through his sword away and cursed at the shadow, then he reached into his magic pocket and pulled out a chain saw. He tried to cut the bridge but it still would not break. Meanwhile, the rest of the fellowship stood still staring and wondering what shop sold magic pockets. And still the evil shadow moved closer. Gandalf gave up on the chain saw and reached into his magic pocket once again. Slowly he pulled out a jackhammer and started using it to break the bridge. Finally the bridge broke and the shadow fell into the darkness of moria. Gandalf turned to run but the shadow grabbed him around the ankle with a fiery whip, But Gandalf was prepared, he then through the jackhammer at the shadows head.
Frodo, who had gotten bored and hungry waiting for gandalf, finished eating a banana which he had conveniently placed in his pocket and tossed the skin onto the bridge, where Gandalf was walking back to meet them. Feeling very proud of himself, Gandalf held his head high and smiled. Not realising the banana skin Frodo had tossed. Gandalf slipped on the banana skin and fell of balance. He was right on the edge of the bridge, waving his arms around in circles trying to get his balance back. But that was no use, Gandalf fell into the fiery pit and yelled back up to the fellowship as he fell. "PUT YOU RUBBISH IN THE DAM BIN YOU FOOLS!"
The fellowship, glad to be rid of the nagging old fart, ran as fast as they could, leaping with joy. Strider however wasn't as joyful as the rest of the fellowship, he was in in tears. Sad, tears coming to his eyes. He never had a chance to ask Gandalf where he had brought his magic pocket from. "We better go before Gandalf comes back and turns us all in to holey left socks." Legolas said as he ran fast in the direction of Mordor, tripping on a randomly placed rock and scratching his knee. "ooooooo" Legolas sobbed as he cradled his knee, which had a scratch no bigger than one you would get from a small tree branch. The fellowship huddled around Legolas. Worried for his survival. The scratch looked bad. A whole drop of blood had squeezed out of the scratch, which was no deeper that the 2nd layer of skin. "Legolas, it doesn't look good." Frodo whispered as he looked away, fearing for his friend. "It doesn't?" Legolas asked. "No, here take a look for yourself" Frodo said as he handed Legolas a mirror. "Geez Frodo, how long has my hair been like this?" Legolas asked. "To long. And it could be fatal. Here" Frodo answered as he handed Legolas a hairbrush.
Will Legolas survive his bad hair day and scratch? Will Gandalf come back? Will Frodo ever learn to put his rubbish in the bin?
Find out next time on Lord of the Rings gone wrong.
" You shall not pass!" Gandalf yelled. While Gandalf is holding back the evil shadow, the rest of the fellowship ran across the bridge. Gandalf slammed down his sword on the bridge in attempt to break it, but it did not break. The shadow moved closer and closer. Gandalf slammed down his sword again but the bridge still would not break. Gandalf through his sword away and cursed at the shadow, then he reached into his magic pocket and pulled out a chain saw. He tried to cut the bridge but it still would not break. Meanwhile, the rest of the fellowship stood still staring and wondering what shop sold magic pockets. And still the evil shadow moved closer. Gandalf gave up on the chain saw and reached into his magic pocket once again. Slowly he pulled out a jackhammer and started using it to break the bridge. Finally the bridge broke and the shadow fell into the darkness of moria. Gandalf turned to run but the shadow grabbed him around the ankle with a fiery whip, But Gandalf was prepared, he then through the jackhammer at the shadows head.
Frodo, who had gotten bored and hungry waiting for gandalf, finished eating a banana which he had conveniently placed in his pocket and tossed the skin onto the bridge, where Gandalf was walking back to meet them. Feeling very proud of himself, Gandalf held his head high and smiled. Not realising the banana skin Frodo had tossed. Gandalf slipped on the banana skin and fell of balance. He was right on the edge of the bridge, waving his arms around in circles trying to get his balance back. But that was no use, Gandalf fell into the fiery pit and yelled back up to the fellowship as he fell. "PUT YOU RUBBISH IN THE DAM BIN YOU FOOLS!"
The fellowship, glad to be rid of the nagging old fart, ran as fast as they could, leaping with joy. Strider however wasn't as joyful as the rest of the fellowship, he was in in tears. Sad, tears coming to his eyes. He never had a chance to ask Gandalf where he had brought his magic pocket from. "We better go before Gandalf comes back and turns us all in to holey left socks." Legolas said as he ran fast in the direction of Mordor, tripping on a randomly placed rock and scratching his knee. "ooooooo" Legolas sobbed as he cradled his knee, which had a scratch no bigger than one you would get from a small tree branch. The fellowship huddled around Legolas. Worried for his survival. The scratch looked bad. A whole drop of blood had squeezed out of the scratch, which was no deeper that the 2nd layer of skin. "Legolas, it doesn't look good." Frodo whispered as he looked away, fearing for his friend. "It doesn't?" Legolas asked. "No, here take a look for yourself" Frodo said as he handed Legolas a mirror. "Geez Frodo, how long has my hair been like this?" Legolas asked. "To long. And it could be fatal. Here" Frodo answered as he handed Legolas a hairbrush.
Will Legolas survive his bad hair day and scratch? Will Gandalf come back? Will Frodo ever learn to put his rubbish in the bin?
Find out next time on Lord of the Rings gone wrong.