Double "O" Nothing
My trap was set, okay our traps were set. Mine was cool, it was a romantic dinner in the back yard. We had a pretty garden back there and a table with chairs and a sun umbrella. It was the perfect spot for a romantic candle lit dinner complete with low cut dress. I bought the dinner and set everything up, got all dressed and pulled the man out into the yard. The look on his face was priceless, he was so happy and thankful and....well I just couldn't shake the feeling that he knew just exactly what was up. Oh well, I fugured that I was just being paranoid so I let the feeling pass. I served him dinner and we exchanged stories of our past and ideas about our futures. Never once did he mention the orb and although I was dying to, I bided my time. Finally I could take it no longer, I just had to ask.
"What is the big secret, what does Gandalf need the orb for?"
"I cannot say. For you to know would be extremely dangerous."
"Why is that?"
"The orb's power is so great, whoever posesses it could very likely control the world." He answered sounding very grave. I knew we were getting to the last few answers he would give without physical violence.
"What's it called?" (what the hell did I ask that for I wonder?)
"It is called The Wizards' Stone and that is all I can tell you." at that he got up from the table and walked off into the woods.
And that my friends is the problem with deep, mysterious men. They have too much practice at keeping secrets. As far as I knew, the others weren't doing any better than I was. Of course I found out later I was pretty much wrong.
My trap was set, okay our traps were set. Mine was cool, it was a romantic dinner in the back yard. We had a pretty garden back there and a table with chairs and a sun umbrella. It was the perfect spot for a romantic candle lit dinner complete with low cut dress. I bought the dinner and set everything up, got all dressed and pulled the man out into the yard. The look on his face was priceless, he was so happy and thankful and....well I just couldn't shake the feeling that he knew just exactly what was up. Oh well, I fugured that I was just being paranoid so I let the feeling pass. I served him dinner and we exchanged stories of our past and ideas about our futures. Never once did he mention the orb and although I was dying to, I bided my time. Finally I could take it no longer, I just had to ask.
"What is the big secret, what does Gandalf need the orb for?"
"I cannot say. For you to know would be extremely dangerous."
"Why is that?"
"The orb's power is so great, whoever posesses it could very likely control the world." He answered sounding very grave. I knew we were getting to the last few answers he would give without physical violence.
"What's it called?" (what the hell did I ask that for I wonder?)
"It is called The Wizards' Stone and that is all I can tell you." at that he got up from the table and walked off into the woods.
And that my friends is the problem with deep, mysterious men. They have too much practice at keeping secrets. As far as I knew, the others weren't doing any better than I was. Of course I found out later I was pretty much wrong.