THE BEAR WENT UNDER THE MOUNTAIN
And so it was that the Fellowship minus Glarwenolas abandoned the mountain pass in favor of Gimli's fabled mithril tunnels. The environment where the doors supposedly stood consisted high, grey, icky stone walls, ruins, and a very disconcerting lake. All in all, to visit the place in a good mood took a whole lot of ketchup (or, in Trotters place, pipeweed).
GANDALF: Frodo! Come and help an old man!
Since he had just finished his last bottle of ketchup, Frodo's good mood was fast failing. He pushed his way through the Fellowship roughly before planting himself firmly and annoyingly in Gandalf's face.
FRODO: Where?
GANDALF: Here, fool of a Baggins!
FRODO: Hey, Mr. Grumpypants. I was under the impression you were a wise and powerful wizard. But if you're just an old man....
Gandalf frowned. Frodo cowered.
GANDALF: You feel the KeyRing's power growing, don't you?
FRODO: Nooooo.
GANDALF: Of course you do. I've felt it too. Give the KeyRing to me, Frodo.
FRODO: Last time I gave you the KeyRing you gave it back.
GANDALF: Actually, I grabbed it. But I won't do that again.
FRODO: You don't want the KeyRing.
Frodo waved his hand.
GANDALF: Your mind tricks don't work on me boy! Just out of curiosity, why not?
FRODO: Because evil will be drawn to it from outside the Fellowship, and I fear from within.
Frodo's voice had sunk to an ominous whisper, but both he and the rest of the Fellowship jumped when....
GLARWENOLAS: I'm baaaack!
TROTTER: Good grief. The Psycho returns!
FRODO: See? It has already begun.
GLAREWENOLAS: I brought more ketchup.
The Felllowship cheered, and mobbed the hybrid—escept for Trotter, who still refused to give up pipeweed.
And so it was that the Fellowship minus Glarwenolas abandoned the mountain pass in favor of Gimli's fabled mithril tunnels. The environment where the doors supposedly stood consisted high, grey, icky stone walls, ruins, and a very disconcerting lake. All in all, to visit the place in a good mood took a whole lot of ketchup (or, in Trotters place, pipeweed).
GANDALF: Frodo! Come and help an old man!
Since he had just finished his last bottle of ketchup, Frodo's good mood was fast failing. He pushed his way through the Fellowship roughly before planting himself firmly and annoyingly in Gandalf's face.
FRODO: Where?
GANDALF: Here, fool of a Baggins!
FRODO: Hey, Mr. Grumpypants. I was under the impression you were a wise and powerful wizard. But if you're just an old man....
Gandalf frowned. Frodo cowered.
GANDALF: You feel the KeyRing's power growing, don't you?
FRODO: Nooooo.
GANDALF: Of course you do. I've felt it too. Give the KeyRing to me, Frodo.
FRODO: Last time I gave you the KeyRing you gave it back.
GANDALF: Actually, I grabbed it. But I won't do that again.
FRODO: You don't want the KeyRing.
Frodo waved his hand.
GANDALF: Your mind tricks don't work on me boy! Just out of curiosity, why not?
FRODO: Because evil will be drawn to it from outside the Fellowship, and I fear from within.
Frodo's voice had sunk to an ominous whisper, but both he and the rest of the Fellowship jumped when....
GLARWENOLAS: I'm baaaack!
TROTTER: Good grief. The Psycho returns!
FRODO: See? It has already begun.
GLAREWENOLAS: I brought more ketchup.
The Felllowship cheered, and mobbed the hybrid—escept for Trotter, who still refused to give up pipeweed.