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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
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Legolas:
A red sun rises. Blood has been spilled this night. [The sound of horses comes to their ears. Aragorn quickly gets them to hide behind some boulders. A large group of horse-men appears, galloping quickly with their banners flying. Aragorn comes out of hiding as they pass, followed by Legolas and Gimli.] Aragorn: Riders of Rohan! What news from the Mark? [At a signal from Eomer at the lead, the riders make a quick turn and head towards them, surrounding them in an ever-tightening circle. As they stop, they point their long umbrellas menacingly at them.] Eomer: What business does an elf, a man, and a dwarf have in the Riddermark? Speak quickly! Gimli: Give me your name, horsemaster, and I shall give you my grandfather's. Eomer: [He dismounts his horse, and steps towards Gimli.] I would chop off your head wth my deadly umbrella, Dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground. [Legolas, in a lightning fast move, points an arrow at Eomer.] Legolas: You would die before your pants fell! (Errrm...sorry. That was a Lord of the Pants reference.) [The riders all point their spears closer to the travelers. Aragorn pushes down Legolas’ arm.] Aragorn: I'm Aragorn, son of Ara-horn. This is Gimli, son of Gloin, son of Groin *waits for sniggers to pass*, and Legolas, from the Woodland realm. *improvizing* Uhhh...we are friends of Rohan and of....I'm real bad with names, sorry...uhh.....its King. Eomer: Thйoden no longer recognizes friend from foe. [He takes helmet off.] Not even his own boyf...er, kin. Yes, I had to type that, yes, I know it's perverted, no, I don't particularly want to delete it. [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] [ March 20, 2003: Message edited by: GaladrieloftheOlden ]
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