HOW GLARWENOLAS CAME BACK TO EARTH
The Fellowship followed Haldir up 80 million flights of stairs when the fight was over.
SAM: groan Why don't we just take the elevator?
GIMLI: My legs and feet are numb. Are there any podiatrists here?
HALDIR: Be silent! This is the Audience Flet. The Lord and Lady will be with you presently.
Haldir departed without further ado. Which was not surprising, considering the large welts on his face. THe Fellowship waited.
GLARWENOLAS: Hi guys!
ARAGORN: Oh no.
GLARWENOLAS: Say, have you seen my mad scientist yet?
ARAGORN: We, unlike you, are not in the habit of frequenting jails.
GLARWENOLAS: Then where'd you learn to shave, Ary boy?
ARAGORN: Elrond.
GLARWENOLAS: snort
Legolas went to Aragorn's defense.
LEGOLAS: Well it's not easy being taught by someone who's never had a beard!
A drumroll interrupted Glarwenolas' retort.
ANNOUNCER ELF: The Lady Galadrial and the Lord Celeborn!
A very tall pair of Elves dressed in white and high heels stepped uncertainly down a short flight of stairs. Having painstakingly reached the 3rd step, they halted. Silence ensued. The Fellowship stared expectantly. The female Elf nudged the male Elf.
CeELEBORN: I-a-m –th-e L-o-r-d C-e-l-e-born. Nine there are here yet ten set out from Rivendell. Tell me where is Pippin, for I much desire to improve my vocabulary.
The Fellowship continued to stare dumbly. Galadriel noticesd Glarwenolas disapprovingly. Glarwenolas anxiously stepped backwards....
GALADRIEL: It's 400 feet to the ground, (Galadriel chortled happily)
THUD
GLARWENOLAS: I'm okay! Don't worry!
GALADRIEL/LEGOLAS/ARAGORN: Darn it.
GALADRIEL: Ah well. (Dramatically) He has fallen into shadow. The Fellowship stands upon the edge of a flet. Stray but a little and it will fall, to the ruin of all.
GIMLI: Wow, Lady G., you're a poet!
GALADRIEL: Did you not know it?
GIMLI: I have a great appreciation for poets. Even a love, you might say.
Celeborn grunted.
GALADRIEL: Will you not stay to dinner?
FELLOWSHIP: Ketchup? You read our minds!
GALADRIEL: I'm fairly good at mind-probing, you know. It goes with being a poet. Our ketchup is low, yet you will have it.........oh, Aragorn! Look at that bruise! Celeborn, get a beefsteak from the fridge.
ARAGORN: (horrified) But, lady, I'm a ve—
FELLOWSHIP: He's a vegetarian.
GALADRIEL: Oh. Do you suppose a cauliflower....?
The Fellowship followed Haldir up 80 million flights of stairs when the fight was over.
SAM: groan Why don't we just take the elevator?
GIMLI: My legs and feet are numb. Are there any podiatrists here?
HALDIR: Be silent! This is the Audience Flet. The Lord and Lady will be with you presently.
Haldir departed without further ado. Which was not surprising, considering the large welts on his face. THe Fellowship waited.
GLARWENOLAS: Hi guys!
ARAGORN: Oh no.
GLARWENOLAS: Say, have you seen my mad scientist yet?
ARAGORN: We, unlike you, are not in the habit of frequenting jails.
GLARWENOLAS: Then where'd you learn to shave, Ary boy?
ARAGORN: Elrond.
GLARWENOLAS: snort
Legolas went to Aragorn's defense.
LEGOLAS: Well it's not easy being taught by someone who's never had a beard!
A drumroll interrupted Glarwenolas' retort.
ANNOUNCER ELF: The Lady Galadrial and the Lord Celeborn!
A very tall pair of Elves dressed in white and high heels stepped uncertainly down a short flight of stairs. Having painstakingly reached the 3rd step, they halted. Silence ensued. The Fellowship stared expectantly. The female Elf nudged the male Elf.
CeELEBORN: I-a-m –th-e L-o-r-d C-e-l-e-born. Nine there are here yet ten set out from Rivendell. Tell me where is Pippin, for I much desire to improve my vocabulary.
The Fellowship continued to stare dumbly. Galadriel noticesd Glarwenolas disapprovingly. Glarwenolas anxiously stepped backwards....
GALADRIEL: It's 400 feet to the ground, (Galadriel chortled happily)
THUD
GLARWENOLAS: I'm okay! Don't worry!
GALADRIEL/LEGOLAS/ARAGORN: Darn it.
GALADRIEL: Ah well. (Dramatically) He has fallen into shadow. The Fellowship stands upon the edge of a flet. Stray but a little and it will fall, to the ruin of all.
GIMLI: Wow, Lady G., you're a poet!
GALADRIEL: Did you not know it?
GIMLI: I have a great appreciation for poets. Even a love, you might say.
Celeborn grunted.
GALADRIEL: Will you not stay to dinner?
FELLOWSHIP: Ketchup? You read our minds!
GALADRIEL: I'm fairly good at mind-probing, you know. It goes with being a poet. Our ketchup is low, yet you will have it.........oh, Aragorn! Look at that bruise! Celeborn, get a beefsteak from the fridge.
ARAGORN: (horrified) But, lady, I'm a ve—
FELLOWSHIP: He's a vegetarian.
GALADRIEL: Oh. Do you suppose a cauliflower....?