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WAKE UP YOU BLOODY IMBECILES! WE HAVE WORK TO DO! Elrond screamed into a megaphone. All the ringwraiths skyrocketed out of their beds, dressed at the speed of light and raced down to the courtyard.
"Did you brush your teeth, boys?" asked Sauron sweetly.
"Nooooo"
"Then do it! Stat!" he yelled
More speed of light movement, soon everyone was assembled back down in the courtyard. "The Fellowship needs their sleep, so they will be down in a little while. But in the mean time, I have the matches for the tutoring. Here they are: RW 1: Sam, RW 2: Aragorn, RW 3: Legolas, RW 4: Merry, RW 5: Pippin, RW 6: Frodo, RW 7: Boromir, RW 8: Gimli, RW 9: Gandalf"
A torrent of complaints burst from the Ringwraiths. But the loudest one was that 5, 6 and 8 were dead and gone. What to do with Pippin, Frodo, and Gimli?
"Calm down, everybody. We'll just have to double up. Let's do this. Pippin will go with Merry, Frodo will go with Gandalf and Gimli will go with Aragorn" said Elrond
The Fellowship walked into the room, and looked at the big piece of paper with all the matches on them. Soon everyone was trying to get acquainted w/their match.
"Hello Ringwraith 1, my name is Sam," said ....you guessed it...Sam.
"Ringwraith 1? What on earth are you talking about! I am the WITCHKING!!!!!!" roared the Witchking (RW 9), and everyone in the room shut up.
Elrond realized his mistake, so he handed all of the RW's pens and paper. "Write your number on the paper, and it will be your nametag" said Elrond.
The Witchking, and RWs 1, 2, and 7 fared well with the pens and paper but 3 and 4 had some troubles with....writing.
"Hey, does that look like a 4 to you, Miss Patty?" RW 4 asked his ladybug.
"I'll say that look's like a .....uh.........a ladybug. You idiot, can you even write? Here!" grumbled RW 2 as he scribbled out 4 on the other RW's paper.
Witchking was doing the same for RW 3. "Here you go, and you're welcome!".
"I think you spelled it wrong, Witchking dude" complained RW 3.
"spelled? SPELLED????????? It's a bloody number, you can't spell a number wrong!!!!!!!" yelled the Witchking, and yet again everybody shut up.
"Well, anyways, I hope that you all can find your assigned Ringwraith now" said Elrond to the Fellowship.
The Fellowship finally assorted themselves with the Ringwraith's, but before anyone could say anything the Witchking was yelling again. "I would just like to clear this up. Elrond said find YOUR assigned Ringwraith, but we are not YOURS! We are independent and FREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I am the most powerful Ringwraith, the WitchKING, see my crown!" he yelled as he gestured wildly at his head.
"We all see the crown, don't worry" reassured Elrond.
"Okay" mumbled the Witchking.
All the groups split up, but the Witchking, Gandalf and Frodo remained in the room.
"I don't see the crown" said Frodo quietly.
"Frodo, shut up!!!!"
"What?!?!?!" asked the Witchking
"There is no crown on your head" said Frodo again
The Witchking turned genially to Gandalf. "Amazing, isn't it, how your little savior of Middle Earth is BLIND!"
"Am not! I'll prove it!" cried Frodo, and he dragged the Witchking off around Rivendell in search of a mirror, to prove the lack of a crown
"Why did I even bother agreeing to this....?" mumbled Gandalf as he hurried after them
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"I think I'll just let you know right now that I think this is a stupid idea, and I have no interest in being here. So don't try to get friendly" said Ringwraith 2.
"Sure. All I want is for Arwen to marry me. Elrond makes it seem like if she marries me, then we both become mortal and eventually die. But its sooooo obvious! There's this secret way of the elves, and they can make you immortal if they want to. So all Elrond has to do is make me immortal, and then I can marry Arwen and cross the seas with the Elves.
Who cares about Gondor anyway, I wouldn't worry about it if I left Faramir in charge?!" said Aragorn
"Well I like mithril" said Gimli
"I just poured out my life's problems and that's all you can say?" said Aragorn
"You could become a wraith" suggested RW 2.
"What? ME? I'm a bloody dwarf, for Varda's sake, it's the MEN that become wraiths. DUUUUHHHHHH!!!!!!" exploded Gimli
Ringwraith 2 backed into a corner and tried to look small (thusly a smaller target). "Sorry, I was actually referring to Aragorn" he squeaked.
"That's okay, I am forgiving. Sometimes. Do you have any mithril?"
"Umm......yah, one second" squeaked RW 2 again, as he scuttled off to his room with a plan....to lock the door.
"Quick, follow him! He's supposed to be our mentor!" cried Aragorn.
The dwarf and Aragorn set off in chase of the frightened Ringwraith. Gimli thought "All we need is Legolas and some Rohan riders....."
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Well, I know it was really short but I still hope you enjoyed it.
Review, review, review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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WAKE UP YOU BLOODY IMBECILES! WE HAVE WORK TO DO! Elrond screamed into a megaphone. All the ringwraiths skyrocketed out of their beds, dressed at the speed of light and raced down to the courtyard.
"Did you brush your teeth, boys?" asked Sauron sweetly.
"Nooooo"
"Then do it! Stat!" he yelled
More speed of light movement, soon everyone was assembled back down in the courtyard. "The Fellowship needs their sleep, so they will be down in a little while. But in the mean time, I have the matches for the tutoring. Here they are: RW 1: Sam, RW 2: Aragorn, RW 3: Legolas, RW 4: Merry, RW 5: Pippin, RW 6: Frodo, RW 7: Boromir, RW 8: Gimli, RW 9: Gandalf"
A torrent of complaints burst from the Ringwraiths. But the loudest one was that 5, 6 and 8 were dead and gone. What to do with Pippin, Frodo, and Gimli?
"Calm down, everybody. We'll just have to double up. Let's do this. Pippin will go with Merry, Frodo will go with Gandalf and Gimli will go with Aragorn" said Elrond
The Fellowship walked into the room, and looked at the big piece of paper with all the matches on them. Soon everyone was trying to get acquainted w/their match.
"Hello Ringwraith 1, my name is Sam," said ....you guessed it...Sam.
"Ringwraith 1? What on earth are you talking about! I am the WITCHKING!!!!!!" roared the Witchking (RW 9), and everyone in the room shut up.
Elrond realized his mistake, so he handed all of the RW's pens and paper. "Write your number on the paper, and it will be your nametag" said Elrond.
The Witchking, and RWs 1, 2, and 7 fared well with the pens and paper but 3 and 4 had some troubles with....writing.
"Hey, does that look like a 4 to you, Miss Patty?" RW 4 asked his ladybug.
"I'll say that look's like a .....uh.........a ladybug. You idiot, can you even write? Here!" grumbled RW 2 as he scribbled out 4 on the other RW's paper.
Witchking was doing the same for RW 3. "Here you go, and you're welcome!".
"I think you spelled it wrong, Witchking dude" complained RW 3.
"spelled? SPELLED????????? It's a bloody number, you can't spell a number wrong!!!!!!!" yelled the Witchking, and yet again everybody shut up.
"Well, anyways, I hope that you all can find your assigned Ringwraith now" said Elrond to the Fellowship.
The Fellowship finally assorted themselves with the Ringwraith's, but before anyone could say anything the Witchking was yelling again. "I would just like to clear this up. Elrond said find YOUR assigned Ringwraith, but we are not YOURS! We are independent and FREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I am the most powerful Ringwraith, the WitchKING, see my crown!" he yelled as he gestured wildly at his head.
"We all see the crown, don't worry" reassured Elrond.
"Okay" mumbled the Witchking.
All the groups split up, but the Witchking, Gandalf and Frodo remained in the room.
"I don't see the crown" said Frodo quietly.
"Frodo, shut up!!!!"
"What?!?!?!" asked the Witchking
"There is no crown on your head" said Frodo again
The Witchking turned genially to Gandalf. "Amazing, isn't it, how your little savior of Middle Earth is BLIND!"
"Am not! I'll prove it!" cried Frodo, and he dragged the Witchking off around Rivendell in search of a mirror, to prove the lack of a crown
"Why did I even bother agreeing to this....?" mumbled Gandalf as he hurried after them
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"I think I'll just let you know right now that I think this is a stupid idea, and I have no interest in being here. So don't try to get friendly" said Ringwraith 2.
"Sure. All I want is for Arwen to marry me. Elrond makes it seem like if she marries me, then we both become mortal and eventually die. But its sooooo obvious! There's this secret way of the elves, and they can make you immortal if they want to. So all Elrond has to do is make me immortal, and then I can marry Arwen and cross the seas with the Elves.
Who cares about Gondor anyway, I wouldn't worry about it if I left Faramir in charge?!" said Aragorn
"Well I like mithril" said Gimli
"I just poured out my life's problems and that's all you can say?" said Aragorn
"You could become a wraith" suggested RW 2.
"What? ME? I'm a bloody dwarf, for Varda's sake, it's the MEN that become wraiths. DUUUUHHHHHH!!!!!!" exploded Gimli
Ringwraith 2 backed into a corner and tried to look small (thusly a smaller target). "Sorry, I was actually referring to Aragorn" he squeaked.
"That's okay, I am forgiving. Sometimes. Do you have any mithril?"
"Umm......yah, one second" squeaked RW 2 again, as he scuttled off to his room with a plan....to lock the door.
"Quick, follow him! He's supposed to be our mentor!" cried Aragorn.
The dwarf and Aragorn set off in chase of the frightened Ringwraith. Gimli thought "All we need is Legolas and some Rohan riders....."
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Well, I know it was really short but I still hope you enjoyed it.
Review, review, review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!