Thread: Merry Making at Rivendel (story board)
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When they had finished, they went in to their luncheon, all except Allyssa whose tummy was still a little queasy even though she now knew Val's stunt had been pulled using stage props. She wasn't ready for food until later in the evening when she accepted a little chicken broth, toasted bread, and chamomile tea sweetened with honey.
"She has a very delicate disposition," quoth Galadriel to any who would listen, "and it was quite a shock she suffered this morning.
Elrond smiled when he saw her. She had distracted attention from his indiscretions perfectly. The other elves sniggered.
Allyssa accepted this derision with good natured acceptance that she probably deserved it.
"And what about a cake for me?" demanded Glorfindel angrily. "I didn't get a wink of sleep last night with my sheets half turned like that..."
Valedhelgwath was about to protest his innocence at that part of the evening's foolery, but then sighed a quick apology in Glorfindel's direction. "And one for you, too, Master Elrond," he added, "I'll set to work with the super glue later and attempt to fix the broken glassware."
"As you can see" said Val, "Stories of Asfaloth's demise have been greatly exaggerated."
Asfaloth pawed the ground restlessly and snorted. Just as Elrond started to get anxious about the carpets, Glorfindel (who had now fortunately forgotten about his short sheets) stepped forward. The elf put his ear to the horses mouth and listened.
"What's that Asfaloth? There's a large angry red eye with an attitude headed this way! We're doomed!! Somebody save us!!"
"Oh My!" said Glorfindel "Its the Cracks of Doom. Here? Oh well, why not?"
Gandalf tottered forward.
"Where is the ringbearer?" he asked mournfully.
All looked lost until...
"Here he is," said Sam.
"Quick!" exclaimed Elrond, "Toss the ring into the fiery chasm."
Which Sam proceeded to do.
"Wait!" said Gandalf. And reaching out over the edge of the parapet in the nick of time, separated Frodo from the ring before it disappeared under the molten magma.
"Oh, sorry Mr., Frodo. The Gaffer warned me about going off half-cocked, about looking before leaping. I guess I'm just a dunderhead."
To which ...
Sam looked perplexed...
"My Precious!" he wailed in despair, "Poor, poor, Smeagol. What have those fools done to you, my Precious?"
Unable to contain his grief, the pitiful creature leapt forward over the precipice and dived after the Ring.
"Well that's killed two birds with one stone," muttered Sam showing no remorse, "and while we're on the subject, answers those nasty rumours that have been circulating about poor Master Frodo and the demise of certain wretched speciman."
"Talking of which," enquired Gandalf with a stern eye cast upon Frodo, "How come you still had the ring in your possession when you told us all you had already cast it into the Cracks of Doom?"
If anything, Frodo suddenly appeared even more wretched than Gollum had a moment before.
"My Precious!" he wailed in despair, "Poor, poor, Frodo. What have those fools done to you, my Precious?"
Also unable to contain his grief, he too leapt over the precipice to join Gollum in the boiling magma.
"No, Master Frodo, My Precious!" wailed Sam, unable to contain his grief.
Before he too could leap to his certain death, however, a terrible, evil laughter rose from the fiery pit. Flames began to rise higher, coalescing into a manlike form as the pit began to close beneath them.
"Call yourselves wise?" the fiery figure mocked the crowd. "Fancy falling for that old Cracks of Doom illusion. My granny wouldn't have fallen for that one."
Laughing still, Sauron, for indeed it was the Dark Lord himself, placed the Ring, His Ring, on his finger.
"Now, bow down before me!" he demanded of those cowering before him. "And while you're about it, get out of my pockets..."
Burying his hands deep within them, he pulled forth like magic, both Gollum and Frodo. Which appeared the more wretched is open for debate....
"One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them, one ring to bring them all and in the darkness-made in Taiwan-bind them." he intoned. "Hey... this isn't my ring!! This is a cheap movie prop! Where is it halfling? Where is The One Ring? Tell me or suffer my wrath!"
To which Frodo replied...
Mervyn, Sauron's pet tree frog, who had just transferred from Gollum's knee to Sauron's shoulder, upon their egress form the afore said pocket, could be heard to say, "Oh no, not again."
"Poof", was Sauron's only response.
Now, you are probably asking yourself, "Could Sauron time travel fast enough to stop the ring and himself from going down the tube?" Aye, that is the question; and its not for me to divulge the answer at this time and place.
"i thought i killed 1 of u freaks already! How many Westernesse blades do i have 2 waste on u!?" flingin herself 2wards the nearest Ringwraith, she suddenly notices the terrifyin lidless eye in the middle of the room! "did i say i wanted 2 kill the Nazgul?" she hesitatingly whispered. "i meant i wanted 2 give them a present" and she slowly reached out and handed them each a cookie. "there u go"
then she finally remembered y she wuz there. "Y WERENT LEGOLAS AND I INVITED 2 THE PARTY!???????? i mean, u cant have a good party w/out sum woodelves!"
(this is wat happens when im tired and had 2 much sugar)
Somewhere in the distance, manic giggleing could be heard. If I was you I'd ignore it, its probaly just Bilbo having another one of his funny turns.
[Edited on 7/06pm03/1984 by Halo_Black]