With in the Hall of fire Elrond, Arwen, Saruman and Grima was stood
"Saruman, this is an outrage. If it weren't for all your years of loyal service from now on, you are to discuss sentencing of prisoners with me, before they are beheaded." Elrond sternly told Saruman.
"I assure you, your highness, it won't happen again." Saruman told him bowing.
"Arwen, Saruman, now let's put this whole messy business behind us. Please?" Elrond told both of them.
"My most abject and humblest apologies to you as well, princess." Saruman takes her hand to kiss it, but she yanks it away.
"At least some good will come of my being forced to marry. When I am queen, I will have the power to get rid of you." Arwen sneered at him.
"That's nice. All settled, then. Now, Arwen, getting back to this suitor business," He looks and sees Arwen walking out of the room. "Arwen!" He runs after her.
"If only I had gotten that Ring!" Saruman told himself as Grima walk in front and started to mimic Arwen's Voice.
"I will have the power to get rid of you!" he rolls his eyes. "D'oh! To think we gotta keep kissing up to that chump, and his chump daughter for the rest of our lives."
"No, Grima. Only until she finds a chump husband. Then she'll have us banished… or beheaded!" Saruman told him. "Eeewww!" they both said. Then Grima got an idea.
"Oh! Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Master? What if you were the chump husband?" He looks at Grima in insult.
"WHAT?"
"Okay, you marry the princess, all right? Then, uh, you become Lord!" Grima explained as if it was obvious.
"Oh! Marry the shrew? I become Lord. The idea has merit!" he congratulated Grima.
"Yes, merit! Yes! And then we drop papa-in-law and the little wife off a cliff!" he chuckle.
"Grima, I love the way your foul little mind works!" Both laugh
Carpet is coming in for a landing.
"Thank you for choosing Magic Carpet for all your travel needs. Don't stand until the rug has come to a complete stop" Aragorn and Legolas get off down the stairway formed by carpet "Thank you. Good-bye, good-bye! Thank you! Good bye! Well, now. How about that, Mr. doubting Mustafa?"
"Oh, you sure showed me. Now about my three wishes-" Aragorn ask
"Dost my ear deceive me? Three? You are down by ONE, boy!" Legolas decided to step in.
"Ah, no Aragorn never actually wished to get out of the cave. You did that on your own." he explained to Gandalf who paused for a second or two.
"Well, don't I feel just sheepish? All right, you baaaaad boys, but no more freebies." Then he turn and walk off and sat down next to a tree pulling out his pipe
"Fair deal, so, three wishes. I want them to be good what would you wish for?" He ask looking over to the wizard
"Me? No one has ever asked me that… well I guess it would be Freedom." he said seriously.
"You're a prisoner?" Legolas asked.
"It's all part-and-parcel, the whole Wizard gig. Phenomenal cosmic powers! Itty bitty living space." He tried to explain "But, oh to be free. Not have to go "Poof! What do you need? Poof! What do you need? Poof! What do you need? To be my own master, such a thing would be greater than all the magic and all the treasures in the entire world! But what am I talking about, here? Let's get real here. It's not going to happen."
"Why not?" Aragorn said.
"The only way I get out of this is if the master of the ring wishes me out. So you can guess how often that's happened."
"I'll do it. I'll set you free." The young man told him
"Uh huh, right."
"No, really, I promise after make my first two wishes, I'll use my third wish to set you free." Holding his hand out for him to shake
"Well, here's hoping." he shakes my hand. "Let's make some magic!" He then push up the sleeves of his robes "So how about it. What is it you want most in this world?"
"Well, there's this girl…" Aragorn blushed while thinking of the Elven women
"Wrong! I can't make anybody fall in love, remember?"
"No! Gandalf it's not like that at all. She's smart and fun and…" he stops trying to find the words to describe her.
"Pretty?" the wizard offered.
"Beautiful. She's got these sparking eyes that just...and this silky hair, wow...and her bright smile. But she's the princess. To even have a chance, I'd have to be a… hey, can you make me a prince?"
"Let me think" taking long puffs on his pipe "All you have to do is ask."
"Gandalf, I wish for you to make me a prince!"
With a simply nod Gandalf stood up and put his pipe away before picking up his staff and slow started to walk around Aragorn pulling on his hair and then his jacket "First, these cloths are all wrong, what are you saying beggar" then with a tap of his staff Aragorn clothes change into clean formal robes his hair braided. Gandalf stood there nodding approving his own work "Now, there is still something missing" he looks over to where Legolas was leaning against a tree "Tell me young Woodland Prince what is are friend here missing?" shock came to Legolas face, he then walk over "How?" he started but was cut off "Im a Wizard I know all" then wink at him before carrying on
"Of course an adviser and I think I know an elf who could play the part" and with a wave of his staff Legolas cloths change and his golden hair was re-braided, Legolas knelt and reach into his pack pulling out his royal circlet, running his finger over then standing up walking over to where Aragon was and place it on his head "Now you are perfect" Aragorn raise his hand and place it Legolas shoulder "Hannon Le Mellon nin"
Gandalf stood watching before coughing "Now you need is the transportation" he let out a loud whistle and Two horse appear "this is Arod and Brego"
"Gandalf is this not a little too much?" Aragorn ask
"No. Now you got the outfit, you got the horses, but we're not through yet. You need a new name and Hang on to your shoes, kid, because we are going to make you a star!"
The adviser to the lord of Imladris was rushing down the hall and pushing open a door
"Sire, I have found a solution to the problem with your daughter." Saruman sneered while walking up to Elrond in the palace library.
"Oh, really?" Elrond looked up from his book.
"Right here." Saruman nodded to Grima who opens the law book of Imladris and handed it to Saruman. "If the princess has not chosen a husband by the appointed time, then the Lord shall choose for her."
"But Arwen hated all those suitors!" Elrond exclaimed annoyed. "How could I choose someone she hates?"
"Not to worry, my liege. There is more, if, in the event a suitable prince cannot be found, a princess must then be wed to…' hmm...interesting."
"What? Who?" Elrond asked frantically.
"The royal adviser why, that would be...me!" Elrond snatched the book from Saruman hands.
"Why, I thought the law says that only a prince can marry a princess, I'm quite sure." he said while looking through the book.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures, my lord." Saruman pulls out his staff mutter a chant which hypnotizes Elrond.
"Yes...desperate measures…" Elrond repeated.
"You will order Arwen to marry me." Saruman hissed.
"I...will order...Arwen...to…"the spell on him breaks momentarily "But you're so old!"
"Arwen will marry me!" Saruman yelled.
"The princess will marry…" the spell is again broken, this time by the trumpet of fanfare. "What? What is that? That music!" Elrond rushes to the windows and sees a parade of men. "Ha ha ha! Saruman, you must come and see this!" Saruman slowly walks to stand next to Elrond while in that moment Glorfindel walks in.
"Make way for Prince Estel!" Gandalf called
"Say hey! It's Prince Estel!" A groups of solider repeated
Hey, clear the way in the old bazaar,
Hey you, let us through, it's a bright new star,
Now come, be the first on your block to meet his eye!
Make way, here he comes,
Ring bells, bang the drums.
You're gonna love this guy
Gandalf mingles amongst different crowd members.
Prince Estel, fabulous he, Estel Elessar!
Genuflect, show some respect
Down on one knee
Two horse walk down the street with Aragorn and Legolas on them
Now try your best to stay calm
Brush up your Sunday Salaam
And come and meet his spectacular coterie.
Grima is dancing to the music until Saruman glares at him. Gandalf push elves to walk next to Brego and shake Estel hands.
Prince Estel, mighty is he, Estel Elessar!
Strong as ten regular men, definitely
He faced the galloping hordes
A hundred Orcs with swords
Who sent those goons to their lords, why Prince Estel!
CHORUS OF MEN:(Carrying the camels) He's got seventy-five golden camels!
CHORUS OF WOMEN: (On a float) Purple peacocks, he's got fifty-three!
When it comes to exotic type mammals
Has he got a zoo, I'm telling you
It's a world class menagerie!
We cut to a balcony, where three Elven Girls are joined by the Gandalf
Prince Estel, Handsome is he, Estel Elessar
There's no question this Estel alluring
That physique, how can I speak
Never ordinary, never boring
Weak at the knee
Everything about the man just plain impresses
Well, get on out in that square
He's a wonder, he's a whiz, a wonder
Adjust your veil and prepare
He's about to pull my heart asunder
To gawk and grovel and stare at Prince Estel!
And I absolutely love the way he dresses!
Arwen and the twins walk out on to the balcony to find the source of the noise and stood and watch Elladan and Elrohir started to tap the railing alone with the music but Arwen was not please with a shake of her head she then leaves with the twin still watching.
He's got ninety-five white Persian monkeys!
(He's got the monkeys, let's see the monkeys!)
And to view them, he charges no fee!
(He's generous, so generous)
He's got slaves, he's got servants and flunkies!
(Proud to work for him)
They bow to his whim, love serving him
They're just lousy with loyalty to Estel! Prince Estel!
Aragorn throws gold coins out to the people, who rush over to collect them the parade march up the steps of the palace and inside. Elrond and Glorfindel run back inside to the door to the throne room, but Saruman stands in front of the door. Suddenly, it bursts open, with Gandalf leading the way, and crushing Saruman behind the door.
Prince Estel!
Amorous he! Estel Elessar
Heard your princess was a sight lovely to see!
And that, good people, is why
He got dolled up and dropped by
With sixty elephants, llamas galore
With his bears and lions
A brass band and more
With his forty fakirs, his cooks, his bakers
His birds that warble on key
Make way for Prince Estel!