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Sorry I've been so long, really, I am! This one is short, but I have the next one halfway done!
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"I don't see why they call it a carnival," mused Galadriel. "There isn't anything especially unusual here."
As she said this a man with three hands walked by.
"You need to get out more," advised Gandalf. "Elrond, what do you think you're doing?"
Elrond looked over from the full-body mirror he was staring soulfully into. "Do you think I'm getting wrinkles?"
"...No, Elrond. I don't."
"Are you sure?" asked Elrond suspiciously.
"Yes."
Bilbo took this opportunity to crawl up Elrond's leg and latch there, possibly permanently. Elrond wasn't bothered. Bilbo was a quiet house-guest.
Frodo decided to take initiative and walk up to the ticket-booth. "Hello," he said politely, getting on his tip-toes. "Can we have tickets?"
The ticket-person, without looking up, said, "Sure. Ten bucks for adults, eight for kids. Senior citizens can kiss my ass."
Elrond, Galadriel, and Gandalf to an immediate disliking to this man.
"Old coots," chortled Bilbo, who was drooling a little onto Elrond's good silk stockings. Elrond didn't care. It wasn't the worst those stockings had seen.
"We don't have any money," Frodo was telling the ticket-person. "But Elrond here can pay you in blowjobs."
"Frodo, when did you learn English?" asked Elrond as he approached the ticket-person.
Frodo shrugged. "It's late, and the author has school tomorrow. She doesn't feel like fixing it."
"Good enough for me," piped up Galadriel, figuring she needed more dialogue.
Elrond rubbed his temples. "Frodo, I can't give blowjobs to every damn government worker we see."
"I'm not a government worker," said the ticket-person hopefully. He was wearing a scarily large grin.
Elrond weighed his options. "C'mon," he practically growled. It was rather sexy. He grabbed the ticket-person's shirt collar. "Let's get this over with."
They left the room. Frodo stared.
"Bilbo's still on his leg."
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