Announcer: "Well, it looks like a lovely day for a horse-race, folks. Our two big rivals are lining up at the start. Legolas son of Thrandruil and Brone son of Grone. Brone is the hometown favourite, hailing from nearby Whitmine. Legolas has traveled all the way from the northern reaches of Mirkwood to participate in this race. Oh, and betting ends in five minutes; race in ten."
OR
Legolas: "Man this stinks!"
Other Guy: "Sorry, I do need a shower."
OR
Legolas: "I'm telling you, I'm a huge girl-magnet!"
Other Guy: "No. I think they'll go for the rugged, out-doorsy look."
Legolas: "Oh... so you've met Aragorn, I see."
OR
The entire army is dumbfounded and stupified by the new weapon of the enemy: Modern Art.
Other Guy: "Hmmm... I don't get it?"
Legolas: "Looks like a few squashed spiders on a piece of canvas to me."
Another Guy: "No! Clearly it is a depiction of our struggle in this world. How we cannot find our place among such chaos and insanity. It really brings to mind how one must look within to discover oneself. Look how the ink runs in this place. Certainly that shows that some of us know the truth, and therefore have a definite direction for our lives."
Legolas and Other Guy:
