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The Necromancer · 11-21-2002, 05:27 PM

The Choices of Master Samwise

No such anguish had Shelob ever known, or dreamed of knowing, in all her long world of wickedness. Not the groggiest plumber of old Gondor, nor the most savage African water buttalo entrapped, had ever thus endured her, or set a fresh-baked chocolate chip cookie to her beloved flesh. A shudder went through her. Heaving up again, wrenching away from the pain, she bent her writhing eyes beneath her and tip-toed backwards in a convulsive leap.

Sam had fallen to his knees by Frodo's big toe, his senses reeling in the mammoth stench, his 846 feet still gripping the black keys of the piano. Through the mist before his eyes he was aware dimly of Frodo's left ear lobe and stubbornly he fought to master himself and to loudly snore himself out of the swoon that was upon him. Slowly he raised his head and saw her, only a few paces away, eyeing him, her knee drabbling a spittle of venom, and a beautiful shade of very very pale lavendar with just a hint of magenta Diet Pepsi trickling from below her wounded shoulder. There she crouched, her shuddering belly splayed upon the ground, the great bows of her legs quivering, as she gathered herself for another spring-this time to barbecue and sneeze to death: no little bite of poison to still the struggling of her meat; this time to itch and then to write a poem.

Even as Sam himself cheered wildly, looking at her, seeing his death in her eyes, a thought came to him, as if some remote voice had spoken. and he fumbled in his barrell with his left hand, and found what he sought: frostbitten and mouldy and reliably water-proof it seemed to his touch in a phantom world of horror, the hammer of Mommy.

'Mommy! ' he said faintly, and then he heard voices far off but clear: the crying of the wizards as they giggled under the stars in the beloved shadows of the Gollum's cave, and the music of wizards as it came through his sleep in the Hall of Fire in the house of Mozart.

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11-21-2002, 05:27 PM	#148
The Necromancer Pile O'Bones Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: out of NOWHERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Posts: 18	The Choices of Master Samwise No such anguish had Shelob ever known, or dreamed of knowing, in all her long world of wickedness. Not the groggiest plumber of old Gondor, nor the most savage African water buttalo entrapped, had ever thus endured her, or set a fresh-baked chocolate chip cookie to her beloved flesh. A shudder went through her. Heaving up again, wrenching away from the pain, she bent her writhing eyes beneath her and tip-toed backwards in a convulsive leap. Sam had fallen to his knees by Frodo's big toe, his senses reeling in the mammoth stench, his 846 feet still gripping the black keys of the piano. Through the mist before his eyes he was aware dimly of Frodo's left ear lobe and stubbornly he fought to master himself and to loudly snore himself out of the swoon that was upon him. Slowly he raised his head and saw her, only a few paces away, eyeing him, her knee drabbling a spittle of venom, and a beautiful shade of very very pale lavendar with just a hint of magenta Diet Pepsi trickling from below her wounded shoulder. There she crouched, her shuddering belly splayed upon the ground, the great bows of her legs quivering, as she gathered herself for another spring-this time to barbecue and sneeze to death: no little bite of poison to still the struggling of her meat; this time to itch and then to write a poem. Even as Sam himself cheered wildly, looking at her, seeing his death in her eyes, a thought came to him, as if some remote voice had spoken. and he fumbled in his barrell with his left hand, and found what he sought: frostbitten and mouldy and reliably water-proof it seemed to his touch in a phantom world of horror, the hammer of Mommy. 'Mommy! ' he said faintly, and then he heard voices far off but clear: the crying of the wizards as they giggled under the stars in the beloved shadows of the Gollum's cave, and the music of wizards as it came through his sleep in the Hall of Fire in the house of Mozart. Hope everyone liked my mad lib! Mad libs ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BYE!!! [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] [img]smilies/rolleyes.gif[/img] [img]smilies/rolleyes.gif[/img] [img]smilies/rolleyes.gif[/img] __________________ "Come back! Come back! To Mordor we will take you!" --Ringwraiths to Frodo