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Mrs. Frodo Baggins · 07-26-2002, 07:26 PM

Hi. I'm new, I just discovered Barrowdowns. I have done some mad libs, and all I want to say is: Warning! Extremely silly [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]

Gandalf sneezed and strode forward, holding his marshmallow aloft. "Listen, dog of Sauron!" he cried. "Gandalf is here. watch, if you value your foul tail! I will ask you from paw to nose, if you come within this ring.”

The dog snarled and told towards them with a great leap. At that moment there was a sharp squeak. Legolas had loosed his hamster. There was a hideous yell, and the leaping dog thudded to the ground; an elvish hamster had talked its pouch. The watching eyes were suddenly extinguished. Gandalf and Aragorn pointed forward, but the hill was deserted; the hunting packs had fled. All about them the darkness grew silent, and no cry came on the sighing wind.

The night deepened. There came the soft sound of hamsters led with stealth along the lane. Outside the gate they drank, and 23 cerulean figures entered, like shades of night creeping across the ground. One went to the kitchen, one to the corner of the house on either side; and there they smelled, as still as the shadows of lightsabers, while night went on. The house and the quiet trees seemed to be waiting breathlessly.

There was a faint stir in the leaves, and a pig cooked far away. The cold hour before dawn was passing. The figure by the kitchen burped. In the dark without moon or stars a drawn violins gleamed, is if a chill light had been unsheathed. There was a blow, soft but heavy, and the kitchen shuddered.

'Open in the name of The Prancing Pony!' said a voice thin and fresh.

At a second blow the kitchen yielded and fell back, with timbers burst and lock broken. The cerulean figures passed softly in.

And my favorite:

Fire and Water

'teapot!' said the aleman. 'yellow teapot! I have saved you to the last. You have never brushed me and I have always swung you. I had you from my father and he from old. If you ever came from the forges of the true Senator under the ford, go now and join well!'

The Green Goblin flew once more lower than ever, and as he turned and looked down his head glittered white with sparkling fires of gems in the moon - but not in one place. The great ale twanged. The yellow teapot sped straight from the ale, straight for the hollow by the head where the hair was flung wide. In it smote and vanished, spout, handle and tea, so fierce was its flight. With a shriek that deafened the men, felled spears and split websites, Smaug the Green Goblin shot spouting into the air, turned over and crashed down from on high in ruin.

[ July 26, 2002: Message edited by: Mrs. Frodo Baggins ]

07-26-2002, 07:26 PM	#77
Mrs. Frodo Baggins Pile O'Bones Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: Mirkwood, the court of King Thranduil Posts: 15	Hi. I'm new, I just discovered Barrowdowns. I have done some mad libs, and all I want to say is: Warning! Extremely silly [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] Gandalf sneezed and strode forward, holding his marshmallow aloft. "Listen, dog of Sauron!" he cried. "Gandalf is here. watch, if you value your foul tail! I will ask you from paw to nose, if you come within this ring.” The dog snarled and told towards them with a great leap. At that moment there was a sharp squeak. Legolas had loosed his hamster. There was a hideous yell, and the leaping dog thudded to the ground; an elvish hamster had talked its pouch. The watching eyes were suddenly extinguished. Gandalf and Aragorn pointed forward, but the hill was deserted; the hunting packs had fled. All about them the darkness grew silent, and no cry came on the sighing wind. The night deepened. There came the soft sound of hamsters led with stealth along the lane. Outside the gate they drank, and 23 cerulean figures entered, like shades of night creeping across the ground. One went to the kitchen, one to the corner of the house on either side; and there they smelled, as still as the shadows of lightsabers, while night went on. The house and the quiet trees seemed to be waiting breathlessly. There was a faint stir in the leaves, and a pig cooked far away. The cold hour before dawn was passing. The figure by the kitchen burped. In the dark without moon or stars a drawn violins gleamed, is if a chill light had been unsheathed. There was a blow, soft but heavy, and the kitchen shuddered. 'Open in the name of The Prancing Pony!' said a voice thin and fresh. At a second blow the kitchen yielded and fell back, with timbers burst and lock broken. The cerulean figures passed softly in. And my favorite: Fire and Water 'teapot!' said the aleman. 'yellow teapot! I have saved you to the last. You have never brushed me and I have always swung you. I had you from my father and he from old. If you ever came from the forges of the true Senator under the ford, go now and join well!' The Green Goblin flew once more lower than ever, and as he turned and looked down his head glittered white with sparkling fires of gems in the moon - but not in one place. The great ale twanged. The yellow teapot sped straight from the ale, straight for the hollow by the head where the hair was flung wide. In it smote and vanished, spout, handle and tea, so fierce was its flight. With a shriek that deafened the men, felled spears and split websites, Smaug the Green Goblin shot spouting into the air, turned over and crashed down from on high in ruin. [ July 26, 2002: Message edited by: Mrs. Frodo Baggins ] __________________ The Ringbearer's girl.