daughters of Thorin: Thera, Hilda, and Trogliditya
all decided on a road trip to the
city of Austin. They got a flat tire
and Glaurung ate them.
Back in Osgilliath, Faramir
pouted. Boromir, Boromir, Boromir! It's always about Boromir!
He gets all the easy missions whilst I
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must range rangerly in Ithilien! Never again shall
the orcs of this world, or any other,
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wear white suits after Labor Day! O, Elbereth,
if you could just see those rubes, sauntering
around, their robes dazzling my bowmen; but Boromir
was nowhere to be seen. He was getting
drunk in a bar in Rivendell." Faramir bitterly
buffed his nails with a kukri, polishing the
cuticles ‘till they bled, but that still wasn’t
enough to tame his angry heart. "Time to
dazzle everyone with a beautifully choreographed dance routine."
Faramir put quarters in the 'Dance Dance Gondorian'
Jukebox while screaming "Let's get this party started!"
Upon hearing the music, Elrond twirled about doing
the Funky Werebear. Arwen blushed and screamed "DAD!
No, my elf dad, not the heroin monkey
on your back! Don't even think you can
act like you are under 500! you're embarrasing
me in front of Arwen!" Hands palm up,
Arwen stalked off to Narsil, looking for Strider
while reciting a very long and somewhat boring
rondo about fair Galadriel and her acne years.
She remembered the logic problem her gnome teacher
Buboe Pestiferous once told her about while she
tried to tie her boot laces. "How did
the chicken cross the road? He crossed without
looking, and had an even chance of being
slain by Ringwraiths or run over by FedEx
how many times can cross before he dies?"
Later that evening, Galadriel decided to throw a
net over a girl, and harshly ravage her.
"The net is very important." she explained, "Otherwise,
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how does one know who is in charge?"
"This is all very interesting", said the strange
gentleman in the black cloak, "However, I fail
to see why the Queen of Lothlorien is
wearing all seven Dwarven rings of power, given
that she promised to sell them to the
hobbits for some gold and quality pipe weed.
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Galadriel had foreseen that the weed was unsatisfactory
due to a late season infestation of vicious
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Mirkwood spiders, whose vile waste contained a toxin
that was known to cause intense visions of
sugarplums that would dance through one's head. All
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