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"Gandalf? Gandalf!"
Gandalf the White stopped grooming Shadowfax for a moment. "Yes, Gimli?"
"Gandalf?"
"What?"
"Could you do me a favor?"
"That depends."
"On what?"
"On what the favor is! Get to the point!"
"Well... I met someone. Well, no, not exactly. I... Gandalf... I... I want to get married."
"That's nice. You young straight people-"
"Um... no. Gandalf... I'm afraid it's... a he."
Gandalf blinked. "You mean I'm not the only gay one in Rivendell?"
"You're...? Er... never mind. We...wanted to know if you'd... marry us."
"Me? I don't believe in bigamy, Gimli."
"No! I mean... you do the wedding."
"Oh," Gandalf nodded. "Who is it?"
"Well... an elf."
"An elf? Gimli, Galadriel is married."
"No... a different elf."
"Who?"
Gimli said something inaudible.
"What? It's a leg-less elf? What do you mean by a leg-less... leg... oh."
Gimli looked down at the stable floor.
"So..." Gandalf said quietly. "Does he... return your affections?"
"Aye, that he does," Gimli answered shyly.
"Wait a minute! A heard you pledging Galadriel your undying love! What about her, ey?"
"Well... 'Twas a bit useless, wasn't it? I mean... Celeborn and all..."
"But it isn't useless for an elf to love a dwarf? There is a feud... Wait! What if, by the union of an elf and a dwarf, the feud between elves and dwarves ended?"
"Whatever! Just promise that we can be married!"
"Alright then. Here, whenever you're ready."
"YYYYES!" Gimli cheered.
Pippin rolled his eyes. "Stop repeating your lines! Stupid catch phrases! I don't need a catch phrase, and you shouldn't either!"
Somewhere in New Zealand, Peter Jackson gasped. "Philipa! Fran! I just realized that we never gave Pippin a catch phrase! Quick, write him one!"
Back in Rivendell, Pippin suddenly punched a fist in the air and shouted, "Eyebrow man!"
Altenq- Be honored! I added your username to my spellchecker dictionary thing. Yay! Yeah... I'm one of those people who won't quit. When my first story, Bobette, only got two reviews, I took the whole thing and reloaded it... It worked!
Celinra- Hurrah! Someone from the forum finally came! Glad you like it.
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"Gandalf? Gandalf!"
Gandalf the White stopped grooming Shadowfax for a moment. "Yes, Gimli?"
"Gandalf?"
"What?"
"Could you do me a favor?"
"That depends."
"On what?"
"On what the favor is! Get to the point!"
"Well... I met someone. Well, no, not exactly. I... Gandalf... I... I want to get married."
"That's nice. You young straight people-"
"Um... no. Gandalf... I'm afraid it's... a he."
Gandalf blinked. "You mean I'm not the only gay one in Rivendell?"
"You're...? Er... never mind. We...wanted to know if you'd... marry us."
"Me? I don't believe in bigamy, Gimli."
"No! I mean... you do the wedding."
"Oh," Gandalf nodded. "Who is it?"
"Well... an elf."
"An elf? Gimli, Galadriel is married."
"No... a different elf."
"Who?"
Gimli said something inaudible.
"What? It's a leg-less elf? What do you mean by a leg-less... leg... oh."
Gimli looked down at the stable floor.
"So..." Gandalf said quietly. "Does he... return your affections?"
"Aye, that he does," Gimli answered shyly.
"Wait a minute! A heard you pledging Galadriel your undying love! What about her, ey?"
"Well... 'Twas a bit useless, wasn't it? I mean... Celeborn and all..."
"But it isn't useless for an elf to love a dwarf? There is a feud... Wait! What if, by the union of an elf and a dwarf, the feud between elves and dwarves ended?"
"Whatever! Just promise that we can be married!"
"Alright then. Here, whenever you're ready."
"YYYYES!" Gimli cheered.
Pippin rolled his eyes. "Stop repeating your lines! Stupid catch phrases! I don't need a catch phrase, and you shouldn't either!"
Somewhere in New Zealand, Peter Jackson gasped. "Philipa! Fran! I just realized that we never gave Pippin a catch phrase! Quick, write him one!"
Back in Rivendell, Pippin suddenly punched a fist in the air and shouted, "Eyebrow man!"