MISAPPREHENSION:
Most of the Fellowship would have gladly hit Pippin if they could, but circumstances being what they were....
GIMLI: Oh! Sunlight! I see sunlight! In that chamber! Chase the sunlight! Sweet sunlight!
Gimli ran toward a side chamber. Gandalf cast a look at the receeding sound of Gimli's voice, a look which, had it been visible, would haev plainly shown the wizard's fear for the dwarf's sanity.
GANDALF: Gimlet!
FELLOWSHIP: Gimlet?
GANDALF: I mean Gimpli!
FELLOWSHIP: Gimpli?
GANDALF: Oh whatever.
All of a sudden there was a deafening howl.
FELLOWSHIP: Save him!
The Fellowship rushed forward into the chamber. They found Gimli doing a Dwarvish death dance around a large tomb.
BOROMIR: Hey! A tomb inside a tomb!
TROTTER: Yeah! That's fun—
BOROMIR: Bwaha—No, it's not. Can't you see poor Gimli is distraught...OMG!
TROTTER: What?
BOROMIR: He's gonna kill himself with that arrow! Stop him!
LEGOLAS: Why? If he wants to kill himself that's his business.
TROTTER: Gimli! Don't do it! The Fellowship needs you! Don't desert your duty to Middle-earth!
FRODO/MERRY/PIPPIN/SAM/BOROMIR: Bravo! From now on we shall call you Aragorn!
ARAGORN (encouraged): Stop, Gimli! I will make you steward of many realms!
GIMLI: What are you screaming about? Is there something wrong with collecting arrowheads?
Gimli dropped an arrowhead into his pack gleefully.
There was a glaring silence. Eventually Boromir put his usual question to the usual person.
BOROMIR: Gandalf, what does the tomb's inscription say?
GIMLI: Those are runes we learn in the first grade! Whatever do you Gondorians do at school?
BOROMIR: First grade was a long time ago.
GANDALF: It reads: Hereth lieth Balineth, Soneth ofeth Fundineth, Lordeth ofeth Moria.
LEGOLAS: Moria. That was my ex—
FELLOWSHIP: Don't you DARE, Legolas!
GANDALF: He is dead then.
GLARWENOLAS: Yeah. It's kind of OBVIOUS!
Most of the Fellowship would have gladly hit Pippin if they could, but circumstances being what they were....
GIMLI: Oh! Sunlight! I see sunlight! In that chamber! Chase the sunlight! Sweet sunlight!
Gimli ran toward a side chamber. Gandalf cast a look at the receeding sound of Gimli's voice, a look which, had it been visible, would haev plainly shown the wizard's fear for the dwarf's sanity.
GANDALF: Gimlet!
FELLOWSHIP: Gimlet?
GANDALF: I mean Gimpli!
FELLOWSHIP: Gimpli?
GANDALF: Oh whatever.
All of a sudden there was a deafening howl.
FELLOWSHIP: Save him!
The Fellowship rushed forward into the chamber. They found Gimli doing a Dwarvish death dance around a large tomb.
BOROMIR: Hey! A tomb inside a tomb!
TROTTER: Yeah! That's fun—
BOROMIR: Bwaha—No, it's not. Can't you see poor Gimli is distraught...OMG!
TROTTER: What?
BOROMIR: He's gonna kill himself with that arrow! Stop him!
LEGOLAS: Why? If he wants to kill himself that's his business.
TROTTER: Gimli! Don't do it! The Fellowship needs you! Don't desert your duty to Middle-earth!
FRODO/MERRY/PIPPIN/SAM/BOROMIR: Bravo! From now on we shall call you Aragorn!
ARAGORN (encouraged): Stop, Gimli! I will make you steward of many realms!
GIMLI: What are you screaming about? Is there something wrong with collecting arrowheads?
Gimli dropped an arrowhead into his pack gleefully.
There was a glaring silence. Eventually Boromir put his usual question to the usual person.
BOROMIR: Gandalf, what does the tomb's inscription say?
GIMLI: Those are runes we learn in the first grade! Whatever do you Gondorians do at school?
BOROMIR: First grade was a long time ago.
GANDALF: It reads: Hereth lieth Balineth, Soneth ofeth Fundineth, Lordeth ofeth Moria.
LEGOLAS: Moria. That was my ex—
FELLOWSHIP: Don't you DARE, Legolas!
GANDALF: He is dead then.
GLARWENOLAS: Yeah. It's kind of OBVIOUS!