Disclaimer: I do not own anything Tolkien. I wish I did. I do in fact own the situation I put the Valar in. is happy
AN: First time writing about the Valar. They are incredibly OOC. But that makes it funny…I hope…
"Morgoth! Stop the car!"
Morgoth was going 125 miles per hour in an old Ford. He was heading for an unfinished bridge with all the other fourteen Valar in the same car. How they all fit in there, no one knows.
"You're heading for the bridge! You moron!" Yavanna yelled.
"Thank you for pointing out the obvious." Morgoth answered back with an evil grin. Yavanna hit him on the head with a club. Morgoth cursed and flew the car over the bridge with Este screaming at the top of her lungs. The car crashed on the other side. The Valar got out and stared at the car. It was totaled.
"Okay, big boy," Morgoth said to Tulkas, "Since you're the very special strong one, fix the car."
Tulkas punched him repeatedly until Morgoth whined and begged for him to stop. Varda walked over to a light pole and started banging her head on it and mumbling, "We should have never taken drivers ed."
