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The Hunt for Amanda: Episode 2
(The camera pans over a wide, grey sea. Waves lash. Foam leaps. Gulls squawk hauntingly.)
(We see a ship, tiny in the immense swell. It is purple, pink, gold, and silver in colour, and looks thoroughly tasteless against the Romantic, refined background.)
(Close-up on a familiar figue in black plate armour staring meaningfully out to sea.)
ANGUIREL: I am about to struggle with one of the most awesome, unstoppable and terrifying forces in Arda...
(A vast, vast wave towers above the ship. A storm is howling. Land comes into sight, still far off, and the distant lights of Mithlond.)
FAR-OFF VOICES: Gonna get me a paaal-aaant-iiiiir...gonna get me a Sil! Mar! Il!
ANGUIREL: ...elvish pop music.
(Cut to Anguirel walking through a street in Mithlond to Gil-Galad's palace, which is emanating raaave sounds. Anguirel approaches an Elven Bouncer, imposing and bearded.)
ANGUIREL: Excuse me, have you seen two humans here, a recently evicted King filing for divorce and a ravishingly attractive love goddess?
CIRDAN: Maybe I have, 'n maybe I haven't. Wasinitfame, yo?
ANGUIREL: (sighing) Never mind. Could I have a ticket for the next performance by Spearplay?
CIRDAN: It'll cost ya, mate.
(Cut to Anguirel in the front row. Ereinion Gil-Galad and his backing group, Glorfindel, Elrond and Celeborn, are onstage.)
ANGUIREL: Fans of Elven boybands say that they're at their best when illustrating the range of their tonality.
GIL-GALAD: Yaaah, yaaah, gonna beat Annataar!
ELROND: Er, yeah, um, yeah, yar. (Aside) Is this the sort of thing you wanted, my lord?
GLORFINDEL: And I'm singin' and slingin' becos Gold is best.
CELEBORN: What did you say?
GLORFINDEL: Gold is best.
CELEBORN: Oh yeah? Well is you hard enough for silver, yo?
(He grabs Glorfindel's hair and they collapse to the ground, scratching and biting.)
ELROND: (to Anguirel, apologetically) They're the best of friends really.
ANGUIREL: Quite...ah...have you seen a King called Tar-Aldarion?
ELROND: Yes, actually. He's been imprisoned for disorderly behaviour.
ANGUIREL: And was he accomp...
ELROND: Oh, her. Don't ask, friend. Just don't...
GIL-GALAD: (in tears) Amaaanda!
ELROND: There, there, my lord...try Eregion, old chap. You might just have better luck.
ANGUIREL: Thanks for the help.
(He clanks out in an easterly direction.)
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Among the friendly dead, being bad at games did not seem to matter
-Il Lupo Fenriso
Last edited by Anguirel; 03-05-2006 at 03:42 PM.
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