Way up high, in Barad- Dur, Sauron sat brooding.
"Find me a way to make more profits, by tonight!"
His subordinate orcs bowed their heads and snarled as they slithered away.
Meanwhile down in the sunlight Aragorn took his new selling partners to a boxing match.
" Rohan in flames! Thousands flee for their lives!" Strider screeched.
"Wait where's that story?" Legolas queried quizzically.
"Page nine." Aragorn responded then sold yet another paper, "Thank you sir."
"Loud battle cry spooks horse?" Legolas looked up at Aragorn, dumbfounded. "You're just making all this stuff up! My father taught me not to lie."
"Yah well mine taught me not to starve so we both got an education. Besides it's not lying it's just improving the truth a little." Then he settled down to watch the trolls box each other. At that moment Saruman, the feared warden of Isengard, a refuge for challenged youth, glanced over at Aragorn, eyes widened, face flooding with recognition. He signaled some orcs over, to assist in the capture of Strider.
Legolas by his keen elf sense perceived all of this and nudged Aragorn. "Is he a friend of yours?" He queried.
Aragorn leapt up from his seat and took off screaming like a wild banshee, " Beat it! It's the orcs!" They took off, Legolas grabbed Les's arm and followed Strider. Saruman followed madly behind them, his face was angry and red, his eyes rabidly fierce, and one would have very nearly thought smoke might pour out from his nostrils. They ran to the roof of one of the buildings and hid. "Sullivan! Wait till I get you back to Isengard!"
Saruman shrieked. Strider and the rest slithered out and ran down to Golden Hall
"I'm not running any further." Legolas retorted tartly. Strider opened the back door to Golden Hall and ushered them in. – Okay pause in story before I forget… I'M SORRY FOR DOING THIS! I'm going to make Medda, Eowyn. I know the cast list says otherwise but this way works better, it opens up a lot more possibilities. I'm sorry, please don't send me a bunch of nasty reviews about how I destroyed her character, I respect Eowyn but for the better of the story… yes oh thank you Chocolates, I wouldn't have remembered to add her, if it hadn't been for you, thanks!- back to story- "Wait I want answers! Who was he and why was he chasing you? And what is this Isengard?"
"Isengard is this jail for kids, This wizard is Saruman, He's the warden."
Les nosed around all the junk inhabiting the Golden Hall then whipped his little head around to look up at Aragorn."Oh boy, you were in jail?"
"Yah"
"Why?"
"Well, I was starvin' so I stole some food."
Legolas grunted, "Food?"
"Yah, food, I'm a ranger, sometimes you cant get any squirrels, food sometimes gets scarce."
" He called you Sullivan."
"Yeah, me names Aragorn son of Arathorn, you think I'm lying?"
"Well, you have a way of improving the truth, why was he chasing you?"
"'Cause I
escaped."
Les' eyes widened and asked, 'Oh boy! How?"
"Well, this big shot gave me a ride out in his carriage."
" I bet it was the steward of Gondor, right?"
"No, Celeborn, Lord of Lothlorien. You ever heard of him?"As the stood there debating a lovely young lady stepped down the stairs, "Get out! Get out!" She demanded. Aragorn took her hand and kissed it, "you wouldn't kick me out without a kiss goodbye would ya, Eowyn?" "Oh, Strider… were you been kid?"
"Hanging on your every word. Eowyn"
"Yes?"
"I'd like you to meet Legolas and Les"
"Welcome gentleman"
"This Eowyn, The Rohan meadowlark."
She smiled and curtsied. Then she flitted away, running to the stage were she sang one of her sappy, love struck songs. Aragorn, Legolas, and Les sat down and watched the show, getting up and leaving when it was over.
"You like that?" Strider queried.
"Yah, yes, she's beautiful, how'd you know her."
"Friend of me father's, yah."
"Oh."
" Well, it's getting late, my parents will get worried, how 'bout yours?"
"Nah,
they're looking for a place to live, like this." Aragorn whipped
out two little brochures entitled, 'Rivendell: How to make the
most of your vacation in this Elven haven.' And 'Home of
champions…Rivendell.' As soon as they find the right glade,
they're gonna send for me." Just then they her a loud crash, they
ran around the corner shielding their eyes from the bright flames.
Several Trolls were roaring at the little orcs trying to beat them
over the head with sticks. 'Look at this! It's the troll strike!
They're tired of having to be the ones to open and close the black
gates! Maybe we'll get a good headline tomorrow!" Strider punched
the air laughing. Legolas shook his head and started to leave.
Aragorn caught his hint and picked up the now sleeping Les and slung
him over his shoulder. They trudged back up to Legolas's elven
abode. There he introduced his new friend and invited Strider to stay
for dinner. Strider's grumbling stomach gladly accepted. There he
met the lovely Arwen with whom he was immediately enthralled. Her
parents were equally charming although her father, Elrond, had a most
unnerving stare. The evening drew on quickly enough and Strider found
himself walking back to the Prancing Pony. He looked up woefully to
the sky and began to sigh… So
that's what they call a family
Mother, daughter, father, son
Guess
that everything you heard about is true
So you ain't got any
family
Well, who said you needed one?
Ain't ya glad nobody's
waitin' up for you?
When
I dream
On my own
I'm alone but I ain't lonely
For a dreamer
night's the only time of day
When the city's finally sleepin'
All
my thoughts begin to stray
And I'm on my feet bound for
Rivendell…
And
I'm free
Like the wind
Like I'm gonna live forever
It's a
feeling time can never take away
All I need's a few more
dollars
And I'm outta here to stay
Dreams come true
Yes,
they do
In Rivendell
Where
does it say you gotta live and die here?
Where does it say a guy
can't catch a break?
Why should you only take what you're
given?
Why should you spend your whole life livin'
Trapped
where there ain't no future
Even at seventeen
Breakin' your
back for someone else's sake
If the life don't seem to suit ya
How
'bout a change of scene?
Far from the lousy headlines
And the
deadlines in between
Rivendell
Are
you there?
Do you swear you won't forget me?
If I found you
would you let me come and stay?
I ain't gettin' any younger
And
before my dyin' day
I want space
Not just air
Let 'em laugh
in my face
I don't care
Save a place
I'll be there
So
that's what they call a family
Ain't ya glad you ain't that
way?
Ain't ya glad you got a dream called Rivendell?
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