DIISCLAIMER: Yes, I rich, famous, and J.RR Tolkien's ghost come back to
tell you what really happened in Lord of the Rings. However, for some
reason people look at me strangely and put me in this uncomfortable shirt,
which will not let me move my arms. I cannot figure out why though.
Gimli was sweating hard. "Lift those legs higher, Mon Cherie!" called the dwarf woman. Everyone in a frilly pink tutu obeyed, or at least tried to obey. Gimli attempted to raise his a bit higher and fell. The ballet teacher sighed and cursed in French. "Let's try again next week, shall we," she said signaling the end of class. Gimli scowled and walked out of the studio. When was he ever going to achieve his dream of being a professional dwarf dancer: when?
"Legolas!" King Thronduil bellowed as he flung the door open. Legolas shrieked and dropped the gold nail-polish bottle. It fell to the floor with a sickening crack. "Son, Gollum has escaped and you must go to Rivendell and buy more lemonade and ice cream," the King said seriously. Then as and after-thought he added, "You could tell Elrond that Gollum has escaped too if you want," but Legolas was not listening to his father. He was crying his eyes out. "Oh my gold nail-polish," he sobbed. "Why were you doomed to suffer such a fate, why? Now I'll never get my nails done!" Thronduil stared at his son for a moment, and then carefully snuck away.
"Hey Merry," Pippin called, "do you have the plans for the bulb filled with light?" "Yes!" Merry called back as he walked down the road. "And Pippin!" I have another idea!" "What is it fellow genius?" Pippin asked as Merry caught up with him. "I suggest that instead of calling it the bulb filled with light, we should call it a light bulb." Merry said slowly. "Nah," Pippin disagreed. "No one would like that." "You're probably right, but why don't we ask Frodo and Sam?" Merry suggested. "Fine," Pippin said. "But I'll be right." "No, you won't." "Yes, I will. "No, you won't. FOUR HOURS LATER "Yes, I will." "No, you won't." "Yes, I will!"
An old beaten down carriage made its way to Bag End. Then something caught the old Wizard sitting in its eye. "Shiny!" Gandalf shrieked and jumped out of the carriage. Picking it up he began to nuzzle it. "Pretty shiny bottle cap." Whistling he ran after the horse and carriage.
Gimli was sweating hard. "Lift those legs higher, Mon Cherie!" called the dwarf woman. Everyone in a frilly pink tutu obeyed, or at least tried to obey. Gimli attempted to raise his a bit higher and fell. The ballet teacher sighed and cursed in French. "Let's try again next week, shall we," she said signaling the end of class. Gimli scowled and walked out of the studio. When was he ever going to achieve his dream of being a professional dwarf dancer: when?
"Legolas!" King Thronduil bellowed as he flung the door open. Legolas shrieked and dropped the gold nail-polish bottle. It fell to the floor with a sickening crack. "Son, Gollum has escaped and you must go to Rivendell and buy more lemonade and ice cream," the King said seriously. Then as and after-thought he added, "You could tell Elrond that Gollum has escaped too if you want," but Legolas was not listening to his father. He was crying his eyes out. "Oh my gold nail-polish," he sobbed. "Why were you doomed to suffer such a fate, why? Now I'll never get my nails done!" Thronduil stared at his son for a moment, and then carefully snuck away.
"Hey Merry," Pippin called, "do you have the plans for the bulb filled with light?" "Yes!" Merry called back as he walked down the road. "And Pippin!" I have another idea!" "What is it fellow genius?" Pippin asked as Merry caught up with him. "I suggest that instead of calling it the bulb filled with light, we should call it a light bulb." Merry said slowly. "Nah," Pippin disagreed. "No one would like that." "You're probably right, but why don't we ask Frodo and Sam?" Merry suggested. "Fine," Pippin said. "But I'll be right." "No, you won't." "Yes, I will. "No, you won't. FOUR HOURS LATER "Yes, I will." "No, you won't." "Yes, I will!"
An old beaten down carriage made its way to Bag End. Then something caught the old Wizard sitting in its eye. "Shiny!" Gandalf shrieked and jumped out of the carriage. Picking it up he began to nuzzle it. "Pretty shiny bottle cap." Whistling he ran after the horse and carriage.