Chapter 5
Gimli approached Elrond. "Master Elf," he began, "I think I have found a flaw in your plan."
"Oh? What is that, Master Dwarf?"
"Now that both the Ranger and the elf are in there, how are you going to get them back out?"
"Don't worry yourself, Master Dwarf. Gandalf and the hobbits are working on that right now," Elrond replied with a pleasant smile, though his mind was occupied with compiling a list of reasons to ban all dwarves from Rivendell.
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"Are you sure this is the exact recipe?" questioned Gandalf of the hobbits.
"Of course we're sure!" cried Merry indignantly. "We have it written right here."
Gandalf took the slip of paper offered to him and read aloud:
"'Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain.
Sweet is the sound of the mountain plain.
Better than rain or rippling brook,
Is a mug of beer inside this Took!'
What is this rubbish?" the wizard demanded.
"Sorry, Gandalf. You're looking at the wrong side."
Gandalf flipped the paper over. "Here we are!" He quickly read over the ingredients.
Two Hours Later...
"Okay. Now we just have to get them to hit each other. How are we going to do that?" said a concerned Sam.
"What we need," said Gandalf, eyeing Merry and Pippin speculatively, "is a volunteer."
Luckily for the trouble-makers, Frodo walked in just then. "I'll do it." Strangely, no one heard him. "I will take the cheesewheel to another world."
Gandalf rolled his eyes thinking Idiot, we don't want the Ring to go there! But he just said, "I will help you bear this burden, as long as it is yours to bear." Then, for no reason at all, the crazy dude from Gondor walked in.
"You bear the fate of those people in the cheese, little one. I, too, will help you."
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It was all ready. They had it set up so that the new wheel would hit Boromir, turn right, hit Frodo, turn right again, enter the circle of chairs, and hit the other cheesewheel. Before they started, Elrond had a word with Gandalf.
"I think you may be getting senile in your old age, dear friend," he began gently. "WHY IN THE NAME OF EKE ARE YOU SENDING THE RING TO SOME UNKNOWN PLACE?!?" he hissed.
"I am not getting senile, mellon nin. I simply have a brilliant plan."
"Oh? And does that include giving Denethor's son the Ring to use as a 'weapon'?"
"Not exactly. You see, if Frodo loses the Ring in another world, we won't have to worry about it anymore. It will be someone else's problem."
"So you want me to allow you to drop all our worries on Neo?"
"I do not believe that the cheese leads to the Matrix."
"Neither do I, but I do not think it fair to let someone else deal with this terror."
"Mellon nin, this could work for both of us," Gandalf said in a salesman-like voice.
Elrond raised his eyebrows. "How?"
"You don't really want Arwen to marry Aragorn, do you?"
"No, but I don't see how that—"
"If the ring isn't destroyed in our world, Aragorn will have no glory to claim in Gondor. According to your discussion, the only mortal worthy of Arwen is the crowned king of Gondor. If he doesn't become king, they don't get married."
"But what about Saruman the traitor? What will we do about him and Sauron?"
At that point, they were interrupted by an impatient Boromir. "Can we start yet?" he whined.
"Yea, sure, whatever, we'll be there in a minute," said Gandalf with a vague hand gesture.
Boromir turned back to the waiting hobbits. "Okay, let's get started."
They took their places. Just as Elrond realized what was happening, Pippin opened the enchanted box, releasing the cheesewheel, hitting Boromir, then hitting Frodo, emitting a scream from Sam (who had been chained to a wall). Finally, it hit the cheesewheel through the gap Merry had just created, and both cheesewheels vanished.
Gimli approached Elrond. "Master Elf," he began, "I think I have found a flaw in your plan."
"Oh? What is that, Master Dwarf?"
"Now that both the Ranger and the elf are in there, how are you going to get them back out?"
"Don't worry yourself, Master Dwarf. Gandalf and the hobbits are working on that right now," Elrond replied with a pleasant smile, though his mind was occupied with compiling a list of reasons to ban all dwarves from Rivendell.
**************************************************************************** ****************
"Are you sure this is the exact recipe?" questioned Gandalf of the hobbits.
"Of course we're sure!" cried Merry indignantly. "We have it written right here."
Gandalf took the slip of paper offered to him and read aloud:
"'Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain.
Sweet is the sound of the mountain plain.
Better than rain or rippling brook,
Is a mug of beer inside this Took!'
What is this rubbish?" the wizard demanded.
"Sorry, Gandalf. You're looking at the wrong side."
Gandalf flipped the paper over. "Here we are!" He quickly read over the ingredients.
Two Hours Later...
"Okay. Now we just have to get them to hit each other. How are we going to do that?" said a concerned Sam.
"What we need," said Gandalf, eyeing Merry and Pippin speculatively, "is a volunteer."
Luckily for the trouble-makers, Frodo walked in just then. "I'll do it." Strangely, no one heard him. "I will take the cheesewheel to another world."
Gandalf rolled his eyes thinking Idiot, we don't want the Ring to go there! But he just said, "I will help you bear this burden, as long as it is yours to bear." Then, for no reason at all, the crazy dude from Gondor walked in.
"You bear the fate of those people in the cheese, little one. I, too, will help you."
**************************************************************************** ****************
It was all ready. They had it set up so that the new wheel would hit Boromir, turn right, hit Frodo, turn right again, enter the circle of chairs, and hit the other cheesewheel. Before they started, Elrond had a word with Gandalf.
"I think you may be getting senile in your old age, dear friend," he began gently. "WHY IN THE NAME OF EKE ARE YOU SENDING THE RING TO SOME UNKNOWN PLACE?!?" he hissed.
"I am not getting senile, mellon nin. I simply have a brilliant plan."
"Oh? And does that include giving Denethor's son the Ring to use as a 'weapon'?"
"Not exactly. You see, if Frodo loses the Ring in another world, we won't have to worry about it anymore. It will be someone else's problem."
"So you want me to allow you to drop all our worries on Neo?"
"I do not believe that the cheese leads to the Matrix."
"Neither do I, but I do not think it fair to let someone else deal with this terror."
"Mellon nin, this could work for both of us," Gandalf said in a salesman-like voice.
Elrond raised his eyebrows. "How?"
"You don't really want Arwen to marry Aragorn, do you?"
"No, but I don't see how that—"
"If the ring isn't destroyed in our world, Aragorn will have no glory to claim in Gondor. According to your discussion, the only mortal worthy of Arwen is the crowned king of Gondor. If he doesn't become king, they don't get married."
"But what about Saruman the traitor? What will we do about him and Sauron?"
At that point, they were interrupted by an impatient Boromir. "Can we start yet?" he whined.
"Yea, sure, whatever, we'll be there in a minute," said Gandalf with a vague hand gesture.
Boromir turned back to the waiting hobbits. "Okay, let's get started."
They took their places. Just as Elrond realized what was happening, Pippin opened the enchanted box, releasing the cheesewheel, hitting Boromir, then hitting Frodo, emitting a scream from Sam (who had been chained to a wall). Finally, it hit the cheesewheel through the gap Merry had just created, and both cheesewheels vanished.