Medul-Zoom 
"Do you smell that?"
*Eowyn opens her eyes and finds herself tied up in a corner, she proceeds to wiggle her Oh-So slender hands free from her binds.She turns to Theoden who is bound beside her*
Eowyn: "Uncle! Wake up!"
*Jostles Theoden*
Theoden:" I'll tear you into pieces! You'll never take me alive!"
Eowyn: *confused look* "I won't even ask anymore. Uncle! Where are we at? What's that dreaded singing? Why am I in these rags? What's going on?"
Theoden: "Ackkk! Stop with the questions. I got a blistering headache."
Eowyn: "Come on now, we have to figure out what's going on."
Theoden:" I just need to get these noises out of my head. Noise, noise, noise, never goes away!"
*perks up* Oooh ale!
Eowyn: *surprised* "I never imagined you as a ale person!"
Theoden: "I prefer the harder stuff, but anything to get rid of my headache."
*Goes and opens a case of ale*
Eowyn: "Stop goofing around Uncle. We have to get ourselves out of this mess, or I'll go insane from this singing."
Theoden: *Now drinking from a bottle of ale* "You and me both, my head is going to explode."
Eowyn: "The last thing I remember is hearing the wonderful voice of Elves singing, then the rest is blank. Then I woke up here. But these songs...these are just silly songs."
Theoden: "Stupid elves think they can just come into my Medul-zoom and party the night away without inviting me! Well, they'll get what's coming to them."
Eowyn: "We have to get them out of here, or we'll lose are heads."
Theoden: *On his 3rd ale bottle...he starts hiccupping and slurring* "What d'you got in mine?"
Eowyn: "I suppose we have to scare them off some how. But there's so many of them."
Theoden: "How 'bout we go in dere an say "boo!" Ya, that should do it."
Eowyn: *sarcastically* "Sure that'll do it, an old man stumbling in saying boo. Good thinking!"
Theoden:
*starts fifth bottle of ale* "Why thank you."
Eowyn: "What would drive the elves away in total disgust and fear?"
Theoden: *hiccup* "I know! Your singing...I remind of the time when you sang at Theo's funeral, and that right there scared the crap right out of me."
Eowyn: "Uncle!"
Theoden: "It's true, I wus jus' thinking, I need to get you some choir lessons!"
Eowyn: *face growing red, but subdues it* "Ok, if it will get these Elves out of here it is worth a try."
Theoden: *on 8th bottle of ale* "Shure worked on me."
Eowyn: "But these Elves are skilled. It's going to take more than awful opera singing to drive them away."
Theoden: *farts* "Hehe, wooh, scuse me."
*A lightbulb appears over Eowyn's head*
Eowyn: *Downs two ales of her own* I think I've got it Uncle!! Grab a few more ales and follow me."
(To be continued...)