Chapter 8- No Gold?
Aragorn, pippin, Faramir and Boromir were putting up one of the last fences of the fort 'that'll keep everything out right Aragorn?' asked pippin 'Aragorn, is something wrong?' 'Oh, he's just mad he missed out on all the action, that's all' said Faramir 'don't worry Aragorn you'll get your chance to deal with the elves' pippin said 'yeh we'll take care of them like we did last time, Oh we shot ourselves an elf or maybe two or three' 'alright you howling nutter back to work' barked Boromir kicking Faramir in the backside 'it was just a bit of fun' Faramir complained 'Oh sure loads of funs, look at us, no gold, no food while Théoden sits up in his tent happy as a clam'.
'I'm doomed, I should be wallowing in riches but we haven't found a speck, what am I overlooking' Théoden muttered as he paced the tent looking at the maps scattered on the table, suddenly Grima walked in sporting an arrow through the head 'I...I...I made it myself' he said proudly, Théoden snatched it from him 'you moron, take that silly...of course the elves, Grima why do think they attacked us?' 'Because we invaded their land, cut down their tree's and dug up their land' 'no you idiot, it's the gold they have it, they don't want us to take it from them, well we'll take it force if we have to' Théoden said, storming out the tent he headed towards the men, 'you there where's Aragorn?' Théoden barked at Boromir 'well he's... gone?' he said looking around 'well go get him then!' ' But what if we run into any elves?' asked Faramir 'shoot them!' said Théoden.
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