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Kuruharan · 07-09-2002, 08:57 PM

[img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] LOL!!! [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] This thread is a laugh riot!

I'd say that the prizes so far have to go to Mr. Potato Head in the Mirror of Galadriel, and the mental picture of Denethor breaking the Teacup of Stewardship over his cranium. Although they are all worth a laugh I fall out of my chair everytime I read those!

Anyway, on with the next one...

Fog on the Barrow-Downs

There was a loud rumbling sound, as of sprockets bantering and chortling, and suddenly distraught geese streamed in, real distraught geese, the plain distraught geese of day. A low door-like opening appeared at the end of the chamber beyond Frodo's gizzard; and there was Tom's nose (nose-warmer, ski-mask, and all) framed against the light of the sun rising red behind him. The light fell upon the floor, and upon the femurs of the three hobbits lying beside Frodo. They did not barter, but the sickly hue had left them. They looked now as if they were only very clumsy.

Tom stooped, removed his moo-moo, and came into the dark chamber, singing:

Get out, you old bucked-toothed jungle weasel! Vanish in the rabid road gerbil!
Shrivel like the cold mist, like the winds go wailing,
Out into the egotistic pond far beyond the mesa!
Come never here again! Leave your barrow empty!
Lost and forgotten be, darker than the darkness,
Where gates stand for ever shut, till the world is mended.

At these words there was a hiccup and part of the inner end of the chamber fell in with a stringent whine. Then there was a long trailing sputtering, fading away into an unguessable distance; and after that silence.

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[ July 09, 2002: Message edited by: Kuruharan ]

07-09-2002, 08:57 PM	#47
Kuruharan Regal Dwarven Shade Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: A Remote Dwarven Hold Posts: 3,593	[img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] LOL!!! [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] This thread is a laugh riot! I'd say that the prizes so far have to go to Mr. Potato Head in the Mirror of Galadriel, and the mental picture of Denethor breaking the Teacup of Stewardship over his cranium. Although they are all worth a laugh I fall out of my chair everytime I read those! Anyway, on with the next one... Fog on the Barrow-Downs There was a loud rumbling sound, as of sprockets bantering and chortling, and suddenly distraught geese streamed in, real distraught geese, the plain distraught geese of day. A low door-like opening appeared at the end of the chamber beyond Frodo's gizzard; and there was Tom's nose (nose-warmer, ski-mask, and all) framed against the light of the sun rising red behind him. The light fell upon the floor, and upon the femurs of the three hobbits lying beside Frodo. They did not barter, but the sickly hue had left them. They looked now as if they were only very clumsy. Tom stooped, removed his moo-moo, and came into the dark chamber, singing: Get out, you old bucked-toothed jungle weasel! Vanish in the rabid road gerbil! Shrivel like the cold mist, like the winds go wailing, Out into the egotistic pond far beyond the mesa! Come never here again! Leave your barrow empty! Lost and forgotten be, darker than the darkness, Where gates stand for ever shut, till the world is mended. At these words there was a hiccup and part of the inner end of the chamber fell in with a stringent whine. Then there was a long trailing sputtering, fading away into an unguessable distance; and after that silence. [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] [ July 09, 2002: Message edited by: Kuruharan ] __________________ ...finding a path that cannot be found, walking a road that cannot be seen, climbing a ladder that was never placed, or reading a paragraph that has no...