*snicker, snicker*
hmm... let's see...
*The Flight to The Ford*
Arwen: Frodo, I am Arwen. Listen to my voice, come back to the light.
*Frodo opens his eyes*
Frodo: AHHHHHH! HOLY CRAP NOT YOU AGAIN!!!!! DANG IT WHERE IN MIDDLE-EARTH DID GLORFINDEL GO?!!!
Eh..heh.. I mean *Groans of pain*
Aragorn:Stay here with the hobbits.
Arwen:No, I want to fondle the hobbits tie- no no no, I mean I am the faster rider!
Aragorn:Sure, whatever...*smacks forehead* Oy, I can't believe I'm going to marry a tie-fondler.. *shakes head* Arwen, ride hard.
*on Asfaloth*
Arwen:Noro lim Asfaloth, now I've got you little hobbit!! bwahahaha
Frodo:That was so not in the script.. *more groaning*
Nazgûl: Give up the halfling, she-elf!
Arwen: *drawing out her sword* NEVER! His tie is MINE!!!!! Nin o Chithaeglir, lasto beth daer; Rimmo nin Bruinen dan in Ulaer...Nin o Chithaeglir, lasto beth daer; Rimmo nin Bruinen dan in Ulaer!!!
Frodo:Oh man, I'm toast.. I mean.. *more groaning, fainty movement*
Arwen:No! Frodo! Not yet!! What grace has given me, give me one more thing... let me fondle his tie!!! I mean, let it pass to him.
Frodo: *suddenly standing up* ENOUGH WOMAN! In case you haven't noticed.... I'M NOT WEARING A TIE!!!! *gets up and runs all the way to the house of elrond, seemingly unharmed.*
Arwen: *still at the ford* Darn, I could have sworn he was the one...hmm... maybe that little hobbit has a tie... if not, I'm sure he has a scarf!! *runs back to stalk Pippin*
[ August 15, 2003: Message edited by: ElenCala Isil ]
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