Elrond: Nine companions. So be it! You shall be the fellowship of the ...of the...um...suggestions, anyone?
Pippin: Pipe weed!
Boromir: Minas Tirith!
Aragorn: Athelas!
Legolas: We love you Legolas Fan club!
Merry: Witch King Stabbers Anonymous
Gandalf: Nose-followers!
Gimli: Little hairy dwarven women! hehehe *falls down drunk*
Sam: Garden! ooo! ooo! Pick Garden! Mr. Frodo, tell him to pick garden
Frodo: Fellowship of the Ring?
Elrond: Hmm...after much decision, you shall be the Fellowship of the....Pipe weed! Off you go; Mordor's to the left. See you in about a year!
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'But Melkor also was there, and he came to the house of Fëanor, and there he slew Finwë King of the Noldor before his doors, and spilled the first blood in the Blessed Realm; for Finwë alone had not fled from the horror of the Dark.'
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