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Writer From Rivendell: That's the thing, isn't it? Badfic author's can actually be nice people. Um . . . did I spell Thranduil wrong again?
Malfoyelf the lazy: Aww, me wanna time travelling thingy. Yay! English sales! I like the Treebeard impression. Oh no! A 'Sue after you!
GirloftheBlueFiresofNever: I'm glad you liked it!
Pointy Ears Are My Thing: Ah, lovely giant spiders . . . maybe you should adopt a Mini-Aragog from the HFA.
The Noble Platypus: True, they do. I'll note that down. Glad you liked it.
Merrylyn: Yes, Smaug is great. Because anything involving fire is great. Fire is great.
Salty Peanut Butter aka NINA: I'm glad you liked it. Yes, that does sound good . . . thanks!
Tindomiel: Yay for Smaug!
Bulma Greenleaf: Nice names. I'll note them down and use them later.
Elanhin: Thranduil isn't cruel, he's just misuderstood. Yeah . . .
Liliac (fangirl in training): Yes, I thought you'd like that.
Bilbo-san: Poor Frodo indeed. Evil Gollum.
Hirilnara: Glad you like it!
Pointy Ears Are My Thing: Maybe we'll see a few of them in here. As for the rest of this . . . I think that incurring the wrath of the Raven would be a very *bad* idea. And that's not a threat, just a bit of advice.
Jester: Nearly as good as OFUM? I am not worthy, I am not worthy . . . As for the ideas, they are good. I'll note them down and use them later. Yay for Eowyn!
And now, from the creator of Pancakes!, comes a lot of extremely morbid death! Yay!
Number TwentyOne: The Death of Boromir
Frodo was missing, and Boromir too. That was all that Galadrielessarwendil could think of as she rushed through the forests above the camp. The Ringbearer had to be found.
Suddenly, the quarter-elf, quarter-hobbit, eighth-dwarf, three-eighths-ent saw, through the trees, a horde of orcs. Running ahead of them were Boromir, Merry and Pippin. As she watched, a huge orc stood on a hill to her left, and raised its bow.
Galadrielessarwendil ran towards the orc, intent on saving Boromir. And save him she might have, had not another orc spotted her, raised its bow, and shot her through the head. As she collapsed, she wondered if the arrow was poisoned, decided that it didn't matter, and then succumbed to the pain.
Number TwentyTwo: Fool of a Took!
The ten members of the Fellowship sat in the chamber in Moria. Pinkish Mouldywater watched the youngest Hobbit, Pippin, as he fiddled with a skeleton by the well. Predictably, it fell in.
"Fool of a Took!" cried Gandalf. "Why don't you just throw Pinkish in next time and save us all the trouble?"
The girl nodded, and then realise what he had said. "Wait a minute!" But she was too late. Pippin, accompanied by the other three Hobbits, grabbed her limbs and threw her down into the depths of Moria. As she fell, she thought she heard the sound of drums. Then she hit the bottom, bones shattered, and she died in terrible agony.
Number TwentyThree: Orthanc
"There is only one Lord of the Rings," cried Harmony Lightfoot, "and he does not share power!" At this, she leapt over the side of the tower, leaving an astonished Saruman behind.
He had always underestimated her, ever since she had come across Gandalf exhausted in the forest and had volunteered to take his message to the White Wizard. She had been imprisoned, stuck up on a tower, and now had to rely on an eagle for escape. Where was that bird, anyway? The ground was getting awfully . . .
Ther girl hit the ground with a sickening thud that spoke of broken bones and a liquified brain. As the orcs ambled over, they looked up to see an eagle, flying swiftly away. It had never come anywhere near the tower.
Number TwentyFour: Orthanc Mark II
The ents arrived at Isengard, Bumpybrainlass Lesseewhatwegot leading them. Although she was only a quarter ent, she had still gained the respect of all those present, including Treebeard.
She watched as her larger relatives smashed the workings with rock and branch. Unfortunately for her, she didn't see the group who smashed the dam (which is slightly UnCanon anyway, but who cares?). The water rushed down, and although the ents themselves could remain upright, Bumpybrainlass was swept backwards.
Although this should not have been dangerous, she was standing in front of one of the deep pits. She fell a long way, and eventually died of a combination of smashing and drowning.
Number TwentyFive: The Council of Elrond Mark IV
"And you have my spiffy magical powers, too, cute little hobbit thing!"
Silvergold Shinyblossomleafyflowers rose, and stood with the others assembled with Frodo. Once the other hobbits had run down to join them from the places they had been hidden, Elrond rose. "Very well," he said. "You ten shall be the Fellowship of the Ring."
Silvergold grinned with pleasure, and then screamed as a bolt of lighting split the clear sky, striking her and setting her ablaze. As she writhed in agony on the flagstones, sh heard a booming voice from the sky bellow, "It's nine, you idiot. Nine!" Then she heard no more.
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Thank you, thank you. If you liked this story, why not review? I like reviews . . .
hS
Writer From Rivendell: That's the thing, isn't it? Badfic author's can actually be nice people. Um . . . did I spell Thranduil wrong again?
Malfoyelf the lazy: Aww, me wanna time travelling thingy. Yay! English sales! I like the Treebeard impression. Oh no! A 'Sue after you!
GirloftheBlueFiresofNever: I'm glad you liked it!
Pointy Ears Are My Thing: Ah, lovely giant spiders . . . maybe you should adopt a Mini-Aragog from the HFA.
The Noble Platypus: True, they do. I'll note that down. Glad you liked it.
Merrylyn: Yes, Smaug is great. Because anything involving fire is great. Fire is great.
Salty Peanut Butter aka NINA: I'm glad you liked it. Yes, that does sound good . . . thanks!
Tindomiel: Yay for Smaug!
Bulma Greenleaf: Nice names. I'll note them down and use them later.
Elanhin: Thranduil isn't cruel, he's just misuderstood. Yeah . . .
Liliac (fangirl in training): Yes, I thought you'd like that.
Bilbo-san: Poor Frodo indeed. Evil Gollum.
Hirilnara: Glad you like it!
Pointy Ears Are My Thing: Maybe we'll see a few of them in here. As for the rest of this . . . I think that incurring the wrath of the Raven would be a very *bad* idea. And that's not a threat, just a bit of advice.
Jester: Nearly as good as OFUM? I am not worthy, I am not worthy . . . As for the ideas, they are good. I'll note them down and use them later. Yay for Eowyn!
And now, from the creator of Pancakes!, comes a lot of extremely morbid death! Yay!
Number TwentyOne: The Death of Boromir
Frodo was missing, and Boromir too. That was all that Galadrielessarwendil could think of as she rushed through the forests above the camp. The Ringbearer had to be found.
Suddenly, the quarter-elf, quarter-hobbit, eighth-dwarf, three-eighths-ent saw, through the trees, a horde of orcs. Running ahead of them were Boromir, Merry and Pippin. As she watched, a huge orc stood on a hill to her left, and raised its bow.
Galadrielessarwendil ran towards the orc, intent on saving Boromir. And save him she might have, had not another orc spotted her, raised its bow, and shot her through the head. As she collapsed, she wondered if the arrow was poisoned, decided that it didn't matter, and then succumbed to the pain.
Number TwentyTwo: Fool of a Took!
The ten members of the Fellowship sat in the chamber in Moria. Pinkish Mouldywater watched the youngest Hobbit, Pippin, as he fiddled with a skeleton by the well. Predictably, it fell in.
"Fool of a Took!" cried Gandalf. "Why don't you just throw Pinkish in next time and save us all the trouble?"
The girl nodded, and then realise what he had said. "Wait a minute!" But she was too late. Pippin, accompanied by the other three Hobbits, grabbed her limbs and threw her down into the depths of Moria. As she fell, she thought she heard the sound of drums. Then she hit the bottom, bones shattered, and she died in terrible agony.
Number TwentyThree: Orthanc
"There is only one Lord of the Rings," cried Harmony Lightfoot, "and he does not share power!" At this, she leapt over the side of the tower, leaving an astonished Saruman behind.
He had always underestimated her, ever since she had come across Gandalf exhausted in the forest and had volunteered to take his message to the White Wizard. She had been imprisoned, stuck up on a tower, and now had to rely on an eagle for escape. Where was that bird, anyway? The ground was getting awfully . . .
Ther girl hit the ground with a sickening thud that spoke of broken bones and a liquified brain. As the orcs ambled over, they looked up to see an eagle, flying swiftly away. It had never come anywhere near the tower.
Number TwentyFour: Orthanc Mark II
The ents arrived at Isengard, Bumpybrainlass Lesseewhatwegot leading them. Although she was only a quarter ent, she had still gained the respect of all those present, including Treebeard.
She watched as her larger relatives smashed the workings with rock and branch. Unfortunately for her, she didn't see the group who smashed the dam (which is slightly UnCanon anyway, but who cares?). The water rushed down, and although the ents themselves could remain upright, Bumpybrainlass was swept backwards.
Although this should not have been dangerous, she was standing in front of one of the deep pits. She fell a long way, and eventually died of a combination of smashing and drowning.
Number TwentyFive: The Council of Elrond Mark IV
"And you have my spiffy magical powers, too, cute little hobbit thing!"
Silvergold Shinyblossomleafyflowers rose, and stood with the others assembled with Frodo. Once the other hobbits had run down to join them from the places they had been hidden, Elrond rose. "Very well," he said. "You ten shall be the Fellowship of the Ring."
Silvergold grinned with pleasure, and then screamed as a bolt of lighting split the clear sky, striking her and setting her ablaze. As she writhed in agony on the flagstones, sh heard a booming voice from the sky bellow, "It's nine, you idiot. Nine!" Then she heard no more.
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Thank you, thank you. If you liked this story, why not review? I like reviews . . .
hS