Chapter 5 - A sad ending
They continued their journey to the secret tunnel in the mountains. On their way, they passed many orc settlements that were full of houses made of hardened lava. Occasionally, they would hear noisy chatters of the orcs from the houses. ("Why did you fail your exams, huh?! Tell me!!" "Why are you home so late?! I could smell beer on you from miles away!!")
They finally made it to the tunnel after a laborious climb up a slope. It was dark and damp. Webs of Nazgul's sticky mucus hung everywhere.
"We shall stay here for the night. I'm dead tired," Tom threw his bag onto the ground and slumped himself onto a wall.
"Yeah, of course," John replied.
"HI! HUMANS OF THE WEST!" spoke the voice of the angel of 'Thou-shall- not-urine-straight-into-the-toilet-bowl-but-down-the-side'. "ALRIGHT, I'M NOT AN ANGEL ACTUALLY."
A man stepped out from a little gap just beside Tom. He has a long black hair, a moustache and a beard - he was Aragorn. He carried a trumpet- like thing. Tom nearly died of shock from having some gorilla suddenly popping out just beside him.
"How did you make your voice that loud?" John asked.
"With this, stupid," Aragorn held up the trumpet-like thing for them to see. "100 percent pure brass! High sound amplification!"
"Why did you want to save us?" Tom asked.
Aragorn gave him a stern look. "NONONONONONONONONONONO..." Tom replied like a machine gun.
"Ok, that's right, boy," Aragorn winked at him. Tom gave a noticeable shudder.
"I shall bring you two to Rivendell to heal your bodies," the bearded man said.
Near Rivendell:
"Hey! You see him? That's uncle Elrond over there!" Aragorn pointed to a retarded-looking man dancing around.
"I thought that was an over-sized rabbit," Tom exclaimed.
Aragron ignored him and called out: "Hey! Elrond! I'm back!"
The man turned towards them. "Aragorn you scumbag! How could you've children with other woman?!" Elrond screamed and glared at Tom and John.
"No, they're --" Before Aragron could finish his sentence, a lightning- fast blur flew pasr him and the two boys disappeared. "SPLASH! SPLASH!" Elrond threw them (J. and T.) into a lake. So here ends the heroic tale of the two brave lads, who always got away from trouble by sheer luck, only to be killed by a mentally unstable elf. A very sad ending indeed.
Then later, Aragron explained to the elf who they actually were. Elrond felt so guilty that his faece could not come out. A team of dwarves who were mining experts were called to save him. About what they did to him, I do not wish to say in case I, as well as you readers, could not have my dinner in peace.
To be continued!!!
They continued their journey to the secret tunnel in the mountains. On their way, they passed many orc settlements that were full of houses made of hardened lava. Occasionally, they would hear noisy chatters of the orcs from the houses. ("Why did you fail your exams, huh?! Tell me!!" "Why are you home so late?! I could smell beer on you from miles away!!")
They finally made it to the tunnel after a laborious climb up a slope. It was dark and damp. Webs of Nazgul's sticky mucus hung everywhere.
"We shall stay here for the night. I'm dead tired," Tom threw his bag onto the ground and slumped himself onto a wall.
"Yeah, of course," John replied.
"HI! HUMANS OF THE WEST!" spoke the voice of the angel of 'Thou-shall- not-urine-straight-into-the-toilet-bowl-but-down-the-side'. "ALRIGHT, I'M NOT AN ANGEL ACTUALLY."
A man stepped out from a little gap just beside Tom. He has a long black hair, a moustache and a beard - he was Aragorn. He carried a trumpet- like thing. Tom nearly died of shock from having some gorilla suddenly popping out just beside him.
"How did you make your voice that loud?" John asked.
"With this, stupid," Aragorn held up the trumpet-like thing for them to see. "100 percent pure brass! High sound amplification!"
"Why did you want to save us?" Tom asked.
Aragorn gave him a stern look. "NONONONONONONONONONONO..." Tom replied like a machine gun.
"Ok, that's right, boy," Aragorn winked at him. Tom gave a noticeable shudder.
"I shall bring you two to Rivendell to heal your bodies," the bearded man said.
Near Rivendell:
"Hey! You see him? That's uncle Elrond over there!" Aragorn pointed to a retarded-looking man dancing around.
"I thought that was an over-sized rabbit," Tom exclaimed.
Aragron ignored him and called out: "Hey! Elrond! I'm back!"
The man turned towards them. "Aragorn you scumbag! How could you've children with other woman?!" Elrond screamed and glared at Tom and John.
"No, they're --" Before Aragron could finish his sentence, a lightning- fast blur flew pasr him and the two boys disappeared. "SPLASH! SPLASH!" Elrond threw them (J. and T.) into a lake. So here ends the heroic tale of the two brave lads, who always got away from trouble by sheer luck, only to be killed by a mentally unstable elf. A very sad ending indeed.
Then later, Aragron explained to the elf who they actually were. Elrond felt so guilty that his faece could not come out. A team of dwarves who were mining experts were called to save him. About what they did to him, I do not wish to say in case I, as well as you readers, could not have my dinner in peace.
To be continued!!!