had skyrocketed due to market instability in Rivendell
and because of the dwarves insisting on building
a wet bar in Minas Tirith's Ready Room,
that attracted too many wondering orcs. Some how
this made Ancalagon stronger in the polls, meaning
Radagast had put animals on the census again,
just like he did for the last time
the polls showed another candidate ahead in the
hippie-infested region of Mirkwood, known for socialist
nonsense. As the poll data was being collected
Ancalagon's campaign manager, Saruman, had been busy rigging
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the Palantir to his crotch, so as to
shield himself from uncouth dwarven headbutts. Voter turnout
showed that dwarven headbutts were quite popular, so
his effort at protecting the "family jewels" was
was as ill conceived as the appointment of
Wormtongue as Undersecretary of Sexy Beasts. Gandalf furiously
tried to secure his own Palantir, for entirely
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new fashion trends were afoot in Middle Earth.
His searching availed him not, as Saruman chided
Gandalf for his poor choice of boots. "Surely
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you're not going to Mordor in those. Fool,
you'll need a pair several sizes larger, and
with many shiny buckles to distract the orcs."
He shrugged then, for he knew all was
well with his footwear, which were not really
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trendy, but sensible indeed. By this time, Pippin
was playing snap with Sauron in Galadriel's dungeons.
He was winning, which concerned him somewhat; it
never bodes well when the most evil being
on middle-earth's lieutenant is deliberately losing at snap
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and, of course, things just go crazy. Meanwhile
Back in Rivendell Elrond was confusing himself thoroughly.
He had forgotten where his keys were, since
he used to rely on Celebrían* to remember
*his wife
But she'd left him for a Dwarven mercenary
'fixer'- a scarred elf named Maeglin. Maeglin had
recently inherited a large amount of gold and
some (underwater) real-estate near Gondolin which helped woo
her away from Elrond, who smoked a lot
of cheap Bree pipeweed, so Elrond only had
the lung capacity of a tuberculitic gollum. When
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Saruman offered him a new Isengard iron lung
Gollum actually declined because Elrond needed it more.
Elrond looked morosely as the gigantic siege lung
burst through the wall. "Damn! I just painted
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that wall only 400 years ago! Assemble, Elves!
quit singing traloo-trallay and dam up that breach!
And someone get me a taco!" The sons
of Frodo: Finko, Feppo, Squeaky Lou, and the
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