A/N: okee dokee, this is part 2 of the Rivendell bit of the story. Its
funny if I do say so myself.
Disclaimer: JRR Tolkien...need I say more?
Okay I'll just get to the story now because I'm sure you're all anxious to read more of Eldarion and his men's crazy killing spree... I know I am, and I wrote it! Once again...rambling...must have squirrel...pippin that was my favourite vase!...you'll be sorry you ever superglued my axe to my boxers...lets silly string Eomer...no rum for you Celeborn...party at Galadriel's!...drinks all around! Rambling...once more...maybe I need a psychiatrist who will feed me candy...but then I ramble more when I've had candy...I'm on another sugar high...can you tell?
The Incineration of Imladris By hyper squirrel
Eldarion and his men looked proudly at the carnage- bodies piled in the streets.
"PU, what a stink," said one of the men, waving his hand in front of his nose.
"Well, there's only one way to deal with that," said a second.
"What's that?" asked a third.
"Bury 'em all," replied the second.
"Nah, that'd take too long," said Eldarion.
"Well then, what do you suggest we do then, hm?" asked a fourth man.
"Well," Eldarion said slowly. "Since we're here, and nobody's going to live here after this, and we need to get rid of this horrible stench, why not burn the place down?"
"Yay!" yelled all the men. They ran from house to house, igniting them with torches. Then they rode away from the flaming wreckage. Eldarion reached into his saddlebags and pulled out a portable freezer.
"Who wants a Popsicle?" he asked.
They all had Popsicles, and Rivendell lies empty to this day.
THE END
A/N: Sorry its so short, that's just the way the story goes.
Next up, The Elimination of the Ents! Includes: chainsaws, bonfires, Indian war dances, and most importantly, pagan rituals involving the sacrifice of chikkins! (sorry that's just my way of spelling chikkins)
So R&R and remember,
FLAMES ARE ALWAYS WELCOME!
Disclaimer: JRR Tolkien...need I say more?
Okay I'll just get to the story now because I'm sure you're all anxious to read more of Eldarion and his men's crazy killing spree... I know I am, and I wrote it! Once again...rambling...must have squirrel...pippin that was my favourite vase!...you'll be sorry you ever superglued my axe to my boxers...lets silly string Eomer...no rum for you Celeborn...party at Galadriel's!...drinks all around! Rambling...once more...maybe I need a psychiatrist who will feed me candy...but then I ramble more when I've had candy...I'm on another sugar high...can you tell?
The Incineration of Imladris By hyper squirrel
Eldarion and his men looked proudly at the carnage- bodies piled in the streets.
"PU, what a stink," said one of the men, waving his hand in front of his nose.
"Well, there's only one way to deal with that," said a second.
"What's that?" asked a third.
"Bury 'em all," replied the second.
"Nah, that'd take too long," said Eldarion.
"Well then, what do you suggest we do then, hm?" asked a fourth man.
"Well," Eldarion said slowly. "Since we're here, and nobody's going to live here after this, and we need to get rid of this horrible stench, why not burn the place down?"
"Yay!" yelled all the men. They ran from house to house, igniting them with torches. Then they rode away from the flaming wreckage. Eldarion reached into his saddlebags and pulled out a portable freezer.
"Who wants a Popsicle?" he asked.
They all had Popsicles, and Rivendell lies empty to this day.
THE END
A/N: Sorry its so short, that's just the way the story goes.
Next up, The Elimination of the Ents! Includes: chainsaws, bonfires, Indian war dances, and most importantly, pagan rituals involving the sacrifice of chikkins! (sorry that's just my way of spelling chikkins)
So R&R and remember,
FLAMES ARE ALWAYS WELCOME!