Howdy howdy howdy, how is everyone today? Good? Good. This 'un's a liddle bit short, but the next'll be longer. And wierder. In that Leggy doesn't die. gasp! But there are things worse than death, am I right ladies?
On, then!
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Frodo pointed at the elf who was strung up by his ankles, and laughed maniacially. His normally big happy blue eyes were shining with a light that should have belonged to something that lived in a swamp.
"You stole my fangirls!" he cackled, though this wasn't quite true. Legolas CREATED the fangirls.
The enraged hobbit tied a weight to the elf's hair, and sent him swaying in dizzying circles! Leggy screamed horribly! All of a sudden, the weak flimsy ceiling of the hobbithole collapsed, burying them both in the rubble, until Sam who was handily digging potatoes came and dug them both out.
Frodo was unharmed, but unfortunately they could not tell Leggy's mutilated body from the turkey Fro was preparing for dinner.
So they ate them both.
The End.
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Luv y'all!
