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Gandalf stared grimly at Legolas, who was nervously biting his nails.
"Quit that," Gandalf said sharply.
Legolas did.
"Ooh! I have an idea! Again!" Gandalf suddenly yelled.
Legolas glanced nervously at that little hovering lightbulb. "Uh... what's the idea?" he squeaked.
"Okay. So, I have this handy-dandy-"
"NOTEBOOK!" screamed a bunch of tiny voices.
Gandalf and Legolas looked around nervously.
They saw no one.
"...I have a bottle of magic juice!"
Legolas oohed and ahhed appropriately.
"When you drink the magic juice, you'll die!"
Legolas stopped mid-ooh. "Huh?"
"Well, actually, it's relatively temporary."
Blank stare. "Huh?"
"It'll look like you're dead, but you aren't really. Then you wake up."
"So? What does this have to do with..." Legolas shuddered "Mary Sue?"
"You drink the magic juice before you go to bed. Then, in the morning, you'll look really dead. So they'll bury you, and I'll go get Gimli, and when you wake up, you and Gimli can go live with the Entwives. And no one will ever know!"
"Except the Entwives," Legolas reminded him.
"Yeah, yeah. So, watcha think?"
"It's a deal!" Legolas cried.
Gandalf handed him the juice.
Legolas skipped happily out the door.
"Samwise Gamgee?" Gandalf called.
"Yes, Mr. Gandalf?" Sam asked, emerging from an empty horse stall.
"Take Bill the pony to Gimli, and tell him that Legolas is not really dead, okay?"
"Okay, Mr. Gandalf. I'll be there on the double, if you catch my meaning."
"Go on!" Gandalf shouted.
Sam saddled Bill up and led him out of the stable.
Frodo and Pippin wandered up.
"Where's he going?" Pippin asked.
"He's leaving," Frodo said perceptively.
Peter Jackson sighed. "Please guys. I mean, this is better than speaking French, or yodeling, or repeating what everyone else says, or stealing lines from Disney, but please give him something interesting!"
Philippa and Fran nodded.
Gandalf stared grimly at Legolas, who was nervously biting his nails.
"Quit that," Gandalf said sharply.
Legolas did.
"Ooh! I have an idea! Again!" Gandalf suddenly yelled.
Legolas glanced nervously at that little hovering lightbulb. "Uh... what's the idea?" he squeaked.
"Okay. So, I have this handy-dandy-"
"NOTEBOOK!" screamed a bunch of tiny voices.
Gandalf and Legolas looked around nervously.
They saw no one.
"...I have a bottle of magic juice!"
Legolas oohed and ahhed appropriately.
"When you drink the magic juice, you'll die!"
Legolas stopped mid-ooh. "Huh?"
"Well, actually, it's relatively temporary."
Blank stare. "Huh?"
"It'll look like you're dead, but you aren't really. Then you wake up."
"So? What does this have to do with..." Legolas shuddered "Mary Sue?"
"You drink the magic juice before you go to bed. Then, in the morning, you'll look really dead. So they'll bury you, and I'll go get Gimli, and when you wake up, you and Gimli can go live with the Entwives. And no one will ever know!"
"Except the Entwives," Legolas reminded him.
"Yeah, yeah. So, watcha think?"
"It's a deal!" Legolas cried.
Gandalf handed him the juice.
Legolas skipped happily out the door.
"Samwise Gamgee?" Gandalf called.
"Yes, Mr. Gandalf?" Sam asked, emerging from an empty horse stall.
"Take Bill the pony to Gimli, and tell him that Legolas is not really dead, okay?"
"Okay, Mr. Gandalf. I'll be there on the double, if you catch my meaning."
"Go on!" Gandalf shouted.
Sam saddled Bill up and led him out of the stable.
Frodo and Pippin wandered up.
"Where's he going?" Pippin asked.
"He's leaving," Frodo said perceptively.
Peter Jackson sighed. "Please guys. I mean, this is better than speaking French, or yodeling, or repeating what everyone else says, or stealing lines from Disney, but please give him something interesting!"
Philippa and Fran nodded.