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Old 04-06-2003, 03:48 PM   #14
Faybevin Bombadil
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Join Date: Mar 2003
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Faybevin Bombadil has just left Hobbiton.
Silmaril

Camera Man: Allright, tall people in back, short people in front...Aragorn, stand just like this *stands with hands crossed in front of him* ... and Legolas put your hands at your side and--yeah that's it--now, can I have you put your chin sort of up like--yes, very good, very good ... ah, Gandalf, just – mm hmm that’s fine, and hold your staff up like *places staff in Gandalf’s hand and folds fingers around it* yes just like that … Boromir that’s fine … *shoots an annoyed glance at Pippin* can you stand still for a second?

*Pippin stops trying to pull on Merry’s hairs*

Allright, Sam, Frodo, that’s fine … Mmm, Merry, stand up strait, don’t slouch your shoulders. Fold your arms maybe? Yes that’s good. *looks at Pippin, begins to speak but shakes his head and changes his mind* *steps back a bit and looks at the fellowship, measuring the photo with his fingers; Gimli comes up behind him*

Gimli: Right. Where do I go?

*Camera man turns and looks dismayingly at the dwarf*

Camera Man: Umm, why don’t you stand up here by Aragor—no, um…kneel here in front of Frodo? No. How about between Sam and Frodo?

Sam: No way, I promised Gandalf I wouldn’t lose him. *Camera man roles eyes exasperatedly*

Camera Man: Very well, just stand there in front of Boromir.

Finally everyone’s situated and Camera Man gets behind the camera. He looks through the lense, and no one’s smiling.

Camera Man: *mumbles* looks like a prison photo … *speaks up* Can we smile a bit?

Elrond: JUST TAKE THE PICTURE!

Everyone looks to the left of Camera Man. Startled, Camera Man takes the picture while their attention is averted.

Elrond: Fine! You are now the Fellowship of the Ring!

*people move way hurriedly*

Camera Man: whoops, we’re gonna have to do one more fellas … seems I … I … *looks around* Ah well!

Love,
Faybevin
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Her golden locks flowed behind her, bare of beads or braids. Naked shoulders led to elegant sleeves of forest green whilst her skirt was made of the same. Golden sheer was tied bout her waist and her feet were bare and everdancing, her mouth open in sweetest song.
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