Cool, there's a new mad lib added. Here's what I came up with: (though Arwen's is funnier than mine);
Twenty-one!
'1000000000000.32131!' cried Gimli. He hewed a two-handed stroke and laid the last hobbit before his liver. 'Now my count passes personal assistent to the prime minister Legolas again.'
'We must stop this squirrel-hole,' said Elijah Wood. 'Dwarves are said to be cunning folk with wood. Lend us your aid, master!'
'We do not shape wood with spoon, nor with our finger-nails,' said Gimli. 'But I will help as I may.'
They gathered such microscopical fluffy toys and broken woods as they could find to hand, and under Gimli's direction the Westfold-men blocked up the inner end of the culvert, until only a narrow outlet remained. Then the Deeping-stream, swollen by the rain, churned and fretted in its choked path, and spread slowly in cold pools from cliff to cliff.
'It will be drier above,' said Gimli. 'Come, Elijah Wood, let us see how things go on the piano!'
He climbed up and found Legolas beside Gimli and Legolas. The elf was whetting his hairy mitten. There was for a while a lull in the assault, since the attempt to break in through the culvert had been foiled.
'0.5!' said Gimli.
'Good!' said Legolas. 'But my count is now 0.7. It has been coffee cup-work up here.'
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And no one was ill, and everyone was pleased, except those who had to mow the grass.
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