ANCIENT SPELLS
For a while Frodo rode comfortably. Then he looked back.
FRODO: Hey. Those Black Riders thingies are chasing us...on badgers and wombats.
GLARWENOLAS: That's weird. We thought they were dead.
FRODO: Who? The wraiths?
GLARWENOLAS: No, the badgers.We used to hunt them.
FRODO: So, what exactly is the relationship between you, uhh, three?
GLAREWNOLAS: Psycho. Here's the river. We will now cross it, and chant an ancient spell.
FRODO: Who's 'we'?
GLAREWOLAS: Glarwenolas, of course! Would a silly little hobbit like you know an ancient spell?
FRODO:Um, open sesame?
Right before their eyes, the river parted. With a disbelieving grunt Glawenolas tramped across. When they got to the other side, Frodo looked back.
BR#1: Give up the Hafling, S/He-elves!
GLARWENOLAS: Now for my ancient spell: Chance: Go directly to jail. Do not pass river, Do not collect Hafling.
Undaunted, the Black Riders urged their animals across the river bed.
GLARWENOLAS: Must try something stronger: Wood and water, stone and tree, Jungle favor go with we!
The Black Riders had reached midstream.
GLARWENOLAS: Ada!!!
Still nothing happened.
FRODO: Close sesame!
With a roar the river came rushing down again. The Black Riders and their noble steeds were washed away, singing "Come Clean" all the way.
Trotter &co scrambled to the far bank just in time to see the show.
TROTTER: Hey! Glarwenolas! How are we supposed to cross now?
GLARWENOLAS: Mwahaha!
TROTTER: Psycho.
For a while Frodo rode comfortably. Then he looked back.
FRODO: Hey. Those Black Riders thingies are chasing us...on badgers and wombats.
GLARWENOLAS: That's weird. We thought they were dead.
FRODO: Who? The wraiths?
GLARWENOLAS: No, the badgers.We used to hunt them.
FRODO: So, what exactly is the relationship between you, uhh, three?
GLAREWNOLAS: Psycho. Here's the river. We will now cross it, and chant an ancient spell.
FRODO: Who's 'we'?
GLAREWOLAS: Glarwenolas, of course! Would a silly little hobbit like you know an ancient spell?
FRODO:Um, open sesame?
Right before their eyes, the river parted. With a disbelieving grunt Glawenolas tramped across. When they got to the other side, Frodo looked back.
BR#1: Give up the Hafling, S/He-elves!
GLARWENOLAS: Now for my ancient spell: Chance: Go directly to jail. Do not pass river, Do not collect Hafling.
Undaunted, the Black Riders urged their animals across the river bed.
GLARWENOLAS: Must try something stronger: Wood and water, stone and tree, Jungle favor go with we!
The Black Riders had reached midstream.
GLARWENOLAS: Ada!!!
Still nothing happened.
FRODO: Close sesame!
With a roar the river came rushing down again. The Black Riders and their noble steeds were washed away, singing "Come Clean" all the way.
Trotter &co scrambled to the far bank just in time to see the show.
TROTTER: Hey! Glarwenolas! How are we supposed to cross now?
GLARWENOLAS: Mwahaha!
TROTTER: Psycho.