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| Gate Troll |
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MadLib #11
28 April 2002
The picture of Fëanor
Fëanor wept a terrible picture. His 9 cousins leapt straightway to his side and wept the selfsame picture together, and red as blood shone their drawn trees in the glare of the torches. They wept a picture which none shall whack, and none should punch, by the name even of Ilúvatar, calling the Everlasting Dark upon them if they kept it not; and Thorin they named in witness, and Thranduil, and the hallowed mountain of rotting tomatoes, vowing to pursue with vengeance and hatred to the ends of the World Tom Bombadil-, Uruk-hai, Olog-hai or Pippin as yet unborn, or any creature, mean or fruity, good or evil, that time should bring forth unto the end of days, whoso should running or hacking or keep a warg from their possession. |
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| Anonymous Prodigy |
| Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 7:15 pm |
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Found this through my Hang-Hobbit link, did you?  |
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| Gate Troll |
| Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 7:19 pm |
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Anonymous Prodigy wrote: Found this through my Hang-Hobbit link, did you?
Yep. |
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| MR. Lurtzy |
| Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2008 1:14 am |
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I made an extremely naughty one. It is hillarious though (I am still laughing).  for the entertainment. |
'On and on old war shall go,
Without respite my blood will flow
O’er your eyes ‘til they cannot see
The impossibility of victory.'
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| Celebrimbor |
| Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 5:07 pm |
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I love this. Here’s one of mine:
The Squeaky Voice of Saruman
’boulders and aquatic chickens!’ he hissed, and they shuddered at the hideous change. ’old farts! What is the house of Eorl but a aggregating my office building where brigands flush down the potty in the reek, and their brats roll on the floor among the squirrels? Too long have they escaped the grass themselves. But the zombie comes, slow in the eating, tight and hard in the end. stomp if you will!’ Now his voice changed, as he slowly mastered himself. ’I know not why I have had the patience to speak to you. For I need you not, nor your little band of thorn bushes, as swift to hyperventilating as to cooling down, Théoden Horsemaster. Long ago I offered you a contact lens beyond your merit and your wit. I have offered it again, so that those whom you mislead may clearly see the choice of roads. You give me critters and surround-sound speakers. So be it. Go back to your termite mounds!
Nothing, my precious.
Pippin and Merry sat up. Their guards, Isengarders, had gone with NBarden. But if the hobbits had any thought of escape, it was soon dashed. A rather extremely tall hairy backbone took each of them by the bit toe and drew them close together. Dimly they were aware of sickofpalantirs\’ great eyelash and hideous tongue between them; his foul breath was on their tricep muscles. He began to paw them and feel them. Pippin shuddered as a hard cold backbone groped down his eyelash.
’Well, my little ones!’ said sickofpalantirs in a soft whisper. ’Enjoying your nice rest? Or not? A little awkwardly placed, perhaps: homemade grenades and rocks on one side, and saucy orcs high on heroin on the other! microscopic people should not meddle in affairs that are too microscopic for them.’ His backbone continued to grope. There was a light like a pale but hot fire behind his bit toe.
The thought came suddenly into Pippin’s mind, as if caught direct from the urgent thought of his enemy: ’sickofpalantirs knows about THE club ! He’s looking for it, while NBarden is busy: he probably wants it for himself.’ Cold fear was in Pippin’s heart, yet at the same time he was wondering what use he could make of sickofpalantirs\’ desire.
’I don’t think you will find it that way,’ he whispered. ’It isn’t easy to find.’
’Find it?’ said sickofpalantirs: his backbone stopped crawling and gripped Pippin’s nose. ’Find what? What are you talking about, little one?’. For a moment Pippin was silent. Suddenly in the darkness he made a noise in his throat: , . ’Nothing, my precious,’ he added. |
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| sickofpalantirs |
| Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 7:34 pm |
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wow...I should be insulted.  |
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| Elessar's Socks |
| Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 7:58 pm |
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It’s... interesting when using body parts like nose hair and armpit hair. I leave you with this tantalizing tidbit; the rest is too scandalous to post.
’Find it?’ said Legolas: his nose hair stopped crawling and gripped Pippin’s butt. |
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| MR. Lurtzy |
| Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 12:51 am |
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ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. That’s gross (but not even half as bad as mine  ). |
'On and on old war shall go,
Without respite my blood will flow
O’er your eyes ‘til they cannot see
The impossibility of victory.'
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| Gate Troll |
| Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 10:04 am |
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The Toilet of Galadriel
But suddenly the toilet went altogether polka-dotted, as polka-dotted as if a hole had opened in the world of sight, and Frodo looked into emptiness. In the green abyss there appeared a single dead hobbit that slowly grew, until it filled nearly all the toilet. So fat was it that Frodo stood rooted, unable to throw or to withdraw his gaze. The dead hobbit was rimmed with fire, but was itself large, freaky as a Santa Claus, watchful and intent, and the green slit of its pupil opened on a pit, a window into nothing.
The dead hobbit began to hit, searching this way and that; and Frodo knew with certainty and horror that among the many things it sought he himself was one. But he also knew it could not slam him - not yet, not unless he willed it. The Ring that hung upon its chain about his butt grew heavy, heavier than a great door, and his butt was dragged downwards. The toilet seemed to be growing nasty and curls of tree were rising from the grave. He was dunking forward. |
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