Gimli was indeed fortunate that his father, Groin
, (formally named Glóin), had taken a course in diplomacy
and decided to start wowing everyone with his
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weight-guessing ability and handing out prizes to those
who won the always coveted title of "Biggest
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Tracts of Land in the Westfold. Brun-hilda won
another much coveted award, this one for “Biggest
Assests to be Stared at". Her joy at
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first went unnoticed, but not those assets. Legolas
said, " I have to go raise my puptent,
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as Aragorn takes his morning bath. Anyone else
urk?...", as Arwen brained him with a saucepan.
He flopped to the ground like a sack
of lithe, gorgeous, blonde elf flesh, and
his puptent remained unraised due to his injury.
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"Silly Sindarin," chided Arwen. "The King is mine!"
Aragorn, who had long mistaken Legolas for a
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very thorough urologist, suddenly realized his error. "Gaaaahhhh
why did you stick that swab up my
poor little Anduril, you mincing immortal elf man!
When I get my hands on you I’ll
name you George. And I'll hug you, and
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... his voice trailed as Arwen glared at him.
A black crystal ball rolled along the floor.
A rabbit removed the fake Palantír. Arwen drew
a sketch of Legolas that was quite unflattering
with really tiny naughty bits covered with the
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leaves of Lothlorien. "Nazgul!" shouted Boromir pointing toward
a McDonalds on the corner of Gimli Blvd.
in Minas Tirith, that was actually a front
for elven nyborg smugglers, who sold their drugs
(hobgob pipeweed) to those guys with the tall
fellow hobbit cross dressing old ladies, who shaved
mere seconds off the Middle Earth record for
the 100 meter freestyle dodging arrows swim race
which had been quite popular back in the
old days, when all that Silmarillion stuff happened;
most sane folk didn’t get into it much
because elves were sensitive about that sort of
‘Lúthien charms Morgoth’ scandal being repeated. Meanwhile, Ancalagon
sat glumly wishing he had Smaug's name recognition.
So, he called up Shelob for product placement,
but the last child of Ungoliant was busy
forming a counterfeit-silk ring, selling to Gondorians
a simulation of the very thing that could
undo their way of life and render them
vulnerable to the corrupting influence of Shire Pipeweed.
So Ancalagon, in his quest for fame, decided
that he needed a really cool nickname, something
to make the zombies scared of his tough
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