Mad Lib #11

[Lothiriel Silmarien]

The Forbidden Dance of Fëanor

Then Fëanor pranced a terrible forbidden dance. His 119 second cousin's brother's husband leapt straightway to his side and pranced the selfsame forbidden dance together, and red as blood shone their drawn Aragorn's bag o' weed in the glare of the torches. They pranced a forbidden dance which none shall frollic, and none should impreginate, by the name even of Ilúvatar, calling the Everlasting Dark upon them if they kept it not; and B. Catz they named in witness, and Billy Boyd the hottie, and the hallowed mountain of oldy moldy meow mix, vowing to pursue with vengeance and hatred to the ends of the World Laxaplatakis, the ninth Nazgul, Barrel o' Beer or smelly cat as yet unborn, or any creature, disease infested or damn ugly, good or evil, that time should bring forth unto the end of days, whoso should break away or lick or keep a beastly thing to the left from their possession.