# If LotR Had Been Written By Someone Else!?

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**Category:** Cafe Society\
**Tags:** middle-earth, books-writing-myths\
**Created:** [October 10, 2002, 2:10pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/if-lotr-had-been-written-by-someone-else/131679 "2002-10-10T14:10:43Z")\
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**Author:** ![HBergeron](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/h/ac91a4/32.png) [@HBergeron](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/HBergeron)\
**Post date:** [January 10, 2003, 5:31am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/if-lotr-had-been-written-by-someone-else/131679/1062 "2003-01-10T05:31:33Z")

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> [@](#):
>
> \*Originally posted by zem \*  
> \*\ ***WITHOUT PREJUDICE**  
> **Re: Sauron ats Baggins**
> 
> Dear Mr. Crebain:
> 
> We apologize for the delay in our response to your letter of January 9th, last, as we were involved with conferences, meetings and telephone discussions in connection with certain individuals relating to this matter.
> 
> Please be advised that we are now in possession of sworn affidavits to the effect of the following:
> 
> 1. An Affidavit of Mr. Gollum which states, under oath, that Mr. Gollum claims sole and original ownership of the said property, prior to his release of same to Mr. Bilbo Baggins. Mr. Gollum indicates in his affidavit that the said property was precious to him and that he lost same to Mr. Baggins as a result of a venture which appears to be entirely legal and binding upon the parties. Obviously, any claim that your client may have to the said property will likely be held up by any prior claim to ownership by Mr. Gollum.
> 
> 2. An affidavit of Mr. Bilbo Baggins in which he states, under oath, that he found the ring while on vacation and, after attempting to return same to the individual who claimed ownership, he resultantly earned same by means of said legal and binding venture between himself and Mr. Gollum.
> 
> In consideration of the foregoing, we reiterate that, again, it is abundantly clear that the case law of Bridge v Hawksworth and Parker v British Airways would be entirely applicable herein, inasmuch that the said property was found by Mr. Baggins, returned to whom he believed to be its rightful owner, and then earned by means of a legal and binding venture between the parties.
> 
> Be advised further that we are scheduled to conduct interviews with Mr. Gandalf the Wizard and Mr. Elrond the Elf, in connection with their knowledge pertaining to the “robbery” incident which your client intends to claim. Preliminary discussions with both Messrs. Gandalf and Elrond indicate that your client was solely responsible for precipitating the situation during which the property in question was removed from his person by Prince Isuldur, following the formal declaration of war by Elven-king Gil-galad and Elendil, High King of Gondor. We are informed that, during the incident in question, your client visited upon those present with such deadly and unconscionable violence, that the parties involved were forced to defend themselves in a manner which any competent Court would determine “self-defensive” in nature. Your client’s unrepentant murder of the innocent parties involved would clearly indicate that he did not, in fact, attend peacefully upon the situation in any manner whatsoever.
> 
> In addition to our earlier opinion that your client’s claims are invalid based upon statutes limiting the duration of your client’s claims to between a minimum of two years and a maximum of fifteen years, the evidence amassed by our firm, to date, clearly indicates that, should this matter become litigious, we are entirely confident that, not only will our client retain ownership of the said property, but that the said Court will levy extreme punitive damages upon your client for wrongful and malicious pursuit by such litigation.
> 
> Furthermore, we have been advised by our client that certain representatives of your client, and perhaps your firm, have personally attended upon our client’s residence in an effort to obtain the said property by force. We hereby advise you that such action is entirely improper and will be likely be looked upon unfavourably by the Court, should this matter proceed to litigation. We have advised our client that, should your client, his agents or representatives continue to pursue him personally, we will ask the Court to levy further punitive damages upon your client for the obvious psychological “pain and suffering”caused by your client’s pursuit of this action.
> 
> We strongly urge you to advise your client to cease and desist from pursuing this obviously fallacious claim, and remain,
> 
> Yours faithfully,
> 
> Dewey Cheatem & Howe  
> Barristers and Solicitors
> 
> per:
> 
> I.M. Cheatem, Q.C.  
> c.c. Mr. J. Cochrane \*\*

Mr. Cheatem,

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 Since it has become abundantly clear that Mr. Baggins has no intention of returning my client's property to him, please be advised that we have filed suit in the District Court of the Principality of Mordor. The complaint has been sent to Mr. Baggins via certified mail and will be served upon him personally. 

 It has come to my attention that Mr. Baggins has recently departed his long established address and gone into hiding. I sincerely hope that this is not an effort on his part to avoid the consequences of my client's lawsuit. Even if it is, it will not avail him. We have employed nine process servers, none of whom require sleep and who are travelling on winged mounts, and so we expect that one of them will find your client in short order and return with a properly executed proof of service. Your copy of said complaint is enclosed herein. Please note that, in addition to specific performance, the complaint also includes a demand for compensatory damages and attorney's fees.

 As a courtesy, allow me to point out that the Mordor Rules of Civil Procedure require you to enter a response within 20 days of service of process. Under usual practice, we will most likely be required to schedule a mandatory settlement conference within 60 days of the filing of said response. Should your client desire to settle this matter post haste, and thereby mitigate the risk that the Mordor court render an award of compensatory damages, my client remains willing to dismiss the case and release Mr. Baggins from any further liability upon the immediate return of the ring. 

 I look forward to your affirmative reply.

```

Sincerely,  
Grima Crebain  
Attorney at Law

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**Author:** ![quilterstein](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/q/e19b73/32.png) [@quilterstein](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/quilterstein)\
**Post date:** [January 10, 2003, 5:55am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/if-lotr-had-been-written-by-someone-else/131679/1063 "2003-01-10T05:55:11Z")

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Two done in haste and no doubt repented in leisure …

* * *

My ring! My ring!  
Were I with thee,  
My ring should be  
My luxury!

Bagginsss the thief  
How he sssneaked away  
Done with my riddles,  
Done with my play.

Rowing by cavenight!  
With my ring!  
Might I but hold  
You close to me!

* * *

Because I would not show the way  
He cruelly took from me  
My precious that I loved so well  
And Immortality

I chased him as he ran with haste,  
And quickly ‘scaped my lair  
And with him went my preciousss,  
That was my treasure dear.

We passed the pools where fishesss swam  
And Bagginsss grabbed my ring;  
We neared the hole that topped my cave,  
He fled into the sun.

Since then ‘tis many years, and each  
Bears heavy on my mind.  
My ring is lost, my precioussss ring.  
I’ll hunt eternally.

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**Author:** ![professor\_scissors](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/p/94ad74/32.png) [@professor\_scissors](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/professor_scissors)\
**Post date:** [January 10, 2003, 5:57am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/if-lotr-had-been-written-by-someone-else/131679/1064 "2003-01-10T05:57:57Z")

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My Precious for Myself  
By Smeagol Dickinson

This is my Precious for – Myself  
They cruelly wrought – from Me  
The nasty – Hobbitses took it  
with tricksy Secrecy

But I soon know as I go Out  
I suddenly – can See  
The precious I wil not reclaim  
for it – will reclaim Me

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**Author:** ![professor\_scissors](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/p/94ad74/32.png) [@professor\_scissors](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/professor_scissors)\
**Post date:** [January 10, 2003, 6:22am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/if-lotr-had-been-written-by-someone-else/131679/1065 "2003-01-10T06:22:43Z")

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Dr. Strangelove, anyone?

Sauruman breaks some _really_ bad news to Sauron in a Palantir-call,

SARUMAN: Hello? …Ah…I can’t hear to well. Do you suppose you could tone the torture chambers down just a little? … Oh-ho, that’s much better. …yeah … huh … yes… Fine, I can hear you now, Sauron. … Clear and plain and coming through fine …I’m coming through fine, too, eh? … Good then… well, then, as you say, we’re both coming through fine. … Good. … Well, it’s good that you’re fine and … and I’m fine. … I agree with you, it’s great to be fine. … a-ha-ha-ha-ha … Now then, Sauron, you know we’ve always talked about the possibility of something going wrong with the Ring. … The _Ring_, Sauron… The _One_ Ring! … Well now, what happened is … ah … one of my council, he had a sort of… well, he went a little funny in the head … you know … just a little … funny. And, ah, he did a silly thing. … well, I’ll tell you what he did. He ordered his hobbits… to destroy your Ring… Ah… Well, let me finish, Sauron. … Let me finish, Sauron. … Well, listen, how do you think I feel about it!? …Can you _imagine_ how I feel about it, Sauron? … Why do you think I’m calling you? Just to swear allegiance? … _Of course_ I like to speak to you! _Of course_ I like to swear allegiance! …Not now, but anytime, Sauron. I’m just calling up to tell you that something terrible has happened…. It’s a _friendly_ call. Of course it’s a friendly call… Listen, if it wasn’t friendly… you probably wouldn’t even have got it. … They will _not_ reach the Black Gates for at least another month. … I am… I am positive, Sauron. …Listen, I’ve been all over this with Wormtongue. It is not a trick. … Well, I’ll tell you. We’d like to give your Uruk-Hai a complete run-down on the hobbits, the travel plans, and their fellowship. …Yes! I mean i-i-i-if we’re unable to conquer Rohan, then… I’d say that, ah … well, ah … we’re just gonna have to help you kill them, Sauron… All right, well listen now. Who should we call? … _Who_ should we call, Sauron? The…wha-whe, the Naz-… you, sorry, you faded away there… the Nazgul. … Where are they, Sauron? …In Osgiliath. … Right. … Yes. …Oh, you’ll call them first, will you?? … Uh-huh … Ah-ah-eh-uhm-hm … I’m sorry too, Sauron. … I’m very sorry. …_All right_, you’re sorrier than I am, but I am sorry as well. … I am just as sorry as you are, Sauron! Don’t say that you’re more sorry than I am, because I’m capable of being just as sorry as you are. …So we’re both sorry, all right? …All right.

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**Author:** ![ExTank](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/e/35a633/32.png) [@ExTank](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/ExTank)\
**Post date:** [January 10, 2003, 6:48am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/if-lotr-had-been-written-by-someone-else/131679/1066 "2003-01-10T06:48:44Z")

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I just gotta say: WOW! I’m a SD vet (disregard the low post count), and this just takes the cake in a walk. I gotto get outta GD more often…

My paltry contribution, in the style of Keith Laumer (needless to say, I also need to expand my reading selection):

_ **SitRep exerpt from Combat Unit AGN-0916 mk. XXXII to Allied Central Command** _

:Begin Transmission:

\*This is Combat Unit D 0916-AGN “Aragorn”, BOLO mk. XXXII of the 1st Battalion, 5th Regiment, DinoChrome Brigade. I and my fellow units Legolas, Gimli and Gandalf are currently engaged in defense of Helm’s Deep, as a decoy maneuver to draw the forces of the Wizard Saruman into open battle while Combat Units 4264-SAM “Sam” and 6921-FRD “Frodo,” both mk. XXI specials, attempt to bypass enemy patrols in Mordor to the south, with the ultimate objective of placing the so-called “Ring of Power” into the volcano at Mount Doom, thus breaking the power of the Dark Lord Sauron.

The forces arrayed before us are considerable. I take .023 seconds to compare their formation with those of other notable battles throughout the long and contentuous course of human history; the Confederate General George Edward Pickett’s disposition prior to his doomed attempt to force Cemetary Ridge at the Battle of Gettysburgh is the most obvious comparison.

Like General Picket, the forces of Saruman are about to meet a similar demise.

Unit Gimli opens the engagement at 100 km, firing ICM-DP rocket mortars in rapid-fire mode; the projectiles, which I track on angstrom-band radar, are spaced for maximum area effect and time-on-target detonation. As one, the 300 mortar shells split open, raining anti-personnel bomblets upon the enemy, scything down thousands as if the Hammer of God had descended upon them. But it is a mere scratch upon the Army of Darkness arrayed before us.

Gimli moves closer, reaching speeds of 300 km/hr, and engages in them line-of-sight with his banks of Infinite Repeaters, bleeding the enemy of thousands upon thousands more before his ammo runs dry. Finally, he unleashes his Hell Bore, and the power of a miniature sun erupts with the enemy’s ranks. Again and again he fires, but he is inevitably forced back before the onslaught, lest he become enveloped. He paces them as they advance, obliterating thousands with each blast of hellacious sun-fire.

Yet they come, undaunted by the horrendous losses they have yet sustained.

Suddenly, my sensors are confused; the fabric of reality itself distorts, and a field of power is unleashed from the north upon Gimli. I fear the Saruman has finally decided to join the fray, and has chosen Gimli in retribution for the damage he has done.

Gimli is off the air; I cannot raise him on any datalink, not even ground cunducted infra-band. I spare .001 seconds memorializing Gimli in the Regimental Hall of Fame for his actions. Upload to Regiment complete.

Legolas next engages the enemy. As a sophisticated AI, Legolas has developed a taste for indirect fire, and directs his rockets and mortars against the enemy. His rate of fire is slow, as he is also playing the role of Fire Direction Center for the artillery units of the defenders of Helm’s Deep. The processing capacity he has dedicated to this task has diminished his combat capability 1.0923%.

Backed against the curtain walls of Helm’s Deep, he is soon swarmed by the enemy, and in their brute strength and arcane arts (which are not contained in my database, or that of any other Combat Unit in the long history of the DinoChrome Brigade), Legolas begins to falter. His infinite repeater mow down rank upon rank of the enemy in a desparate attempt to keep the enemy at bay, and he is largely succesfull at keeping the breech in the walls plugged by his own mass.

Yet the eemy is too many.

Gandalf joins in next, with the veteran Armored Cavalry units of the Kingdom of Roha; they flank the enemy and take them in the oblique, penetrating their ranks and actually severing their lines. This buys Legolas time to rally defending infantry untis, and they begin pushing the enemy out of the breech.

Again, the pulse of world-distorting force from the north; this time, directed against Legolas. Over our Combat Net, I feel Legolas’ mind falter. His CPU, damaged and/or disrupted beyond the ability to continue functioning, retreats to the thick, armored vault at the center of his battle chassis. He is combat ineffective as a BOLO unit, but his unique AI algorithm is safe.

I reasses our tactical situation, and see only one solution. Our enemy are too numerous; for all of our firepower, we cannot slay them fast enough to prevent the fall of Helm’s Deep. An alternate plan is required, and I take 2.717 seconds to run through thousands of scenarios and possibilities. Only one plan yields a 91.398%, +/- 3.521% chance of success.

I relay my plan to Gandalf over our encrypted data net, as well as to our defending allies. They are aghast, but Gandalf approves immensely. It is the sort of grand gesture he admires.

In preparation for my plan, our allies begin retreating into the deep mountain, as I cover their retreat. I am firing everything in my arsenal as fast as it will cycle to hold the enemy at bay. Gandalf gather’s up the Armored Cavalry forces outside the wall, and leads them to a safe distance, bidding me “luck.”

Finally, our allies are safely deep into the mountain, and I spare two infinite repeaters to bring the cliff face down over the opening to their safety, and park myself atop the rubble. I am king of this mountain, and will not budge! Yet I cease firing.

Activating my external loudspeakers, I mock and insult the enemy, challenging them to move me, daring them to try. They swarm me in their multitudes, and my battlescrens flare and collapse as their weapons beat upon my armored battle hull, tearing at my external sensors, rending my weapons from their emplacements. For the first time in my service life, I feel pain, as circuits short and relays malfunction. My articulated treads are rendered from my roadwheels, and I think I now understand the emotions humans know as fear.

On the plain, Gandalf avtivates an ICBM and launches it, shepharding his charges further away from Helm’s Deep. The missile streaks up into its sub-orbital ballistic arc, before returning back to Middle Earth at hypersonic velocity. The missile plunges into the ground, and detonates at a sub-surface depth of 127 meters. The Tower of Saruman is no more; his power is gone, rapidly dispersing downwind in a mushroom cloud of fire and glazed earth. The crater where it once stood is 23.67 kilometers wide and 5.48 kilometers deep.

And now the task before me. I calculate that I now have the great bulk of the enemy arrayed before me. I cannot fire fast enough, or traverse quickly enough, to obliterate them all. Our charges are safe, either deep within the mountain behind me, or out upon the plain at minimum safe distance. My duty is clear.

I deactivate the safety interlocks of my fusion reactor, and prepare to disable the magnetic containment bottle even as I send the reactor into overload status.

This is Unit-of-The-Line D 0916-AGN “Aragorn”, BOLO mk. XXXII of the 1st Battalion, 5th Regiment, DinoChrome Brigade, signing off.

Black Knights!\*

:Transmission Ends:

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**Author:** ![null-bock](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/n/d26b3c/32.png) [@null-bock](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/null-bock)\
**Post date:** [January 10, 2003, 6:51am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/if-lotr-had-been-written-by-someone-else/131679/1067 "2003-01-10T06:51:35Z")

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I can’t believe this hasn’t already been done!

J.R.R. Bulwer-Lytton

It was a dark and stormy night; the needling rain fell in buckets from the black and featureless sky, the darkness veritably crushing the already-weakened will of the young hobbit (for it is of Frodo Baggins that we speak), the twists and turns of his emotions, already strung like an over-tuned piano, barely capable of surviving even a single further setback.

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**Author:** ![Reuel\_Miller](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/r/b5e925/32.png) [@Reuel\_Miller](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Reuel_Miller)\
**Post date:** [January 10, 2003, 7:13am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/if-lotr-had-been-written-by-someone-else/131679/1068 "2003-01-10T07:13:03Z")

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Greetings

I came here from Neil Gaiman’s blog… wow

Special kudos go to the authors of:  
Full Mitheral Jacket  
Sysadmin  
The Woody Allen skit  
Summoner Geek  
Although the person who requested this asked for the Kurt Vonnegut “Wear Sunscreen Speech”, I have to rightfully attribute it to Mary Schmich, who wrote it as a column for the Chicago News Tribune… My apologies to Mary, Tolkien… and everyone else who has posted before me…

I post merely to be a part of history…

Gandalf’s Speech:

\*Ladies and gentlemen of the Fellowship of the Ring (and it’s supporting cast).

Wear Sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by wizards, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Do not enjoy the power and beauty of the ring. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of the ring until you’ve faded completely into its madness. But trust me, in 20 years, you’ll look back at parchments of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how dangerous this quest really was. You are not as clever as you imagine.

Worry about the future. Or don’t worry, but know that not worrying is as effective as trying to battle a Balrog on a rickety bridge with nothing but a staff and a silly catch phrase. The real troubles in your life are things that never crossed your worried mind but will cross your path, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday. You will be doing one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts. Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours. [Looks at Aragon, and then at Arwen]

Floss.

Don’t waste your time on jealousy [Looks at Samwise Gamgee]. Sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The quest is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself. Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old family heirlooms [looks at Frodo].

Stretch.

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know how to finish this quest. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 200 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 4000-year- olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of lembas. Be kind to your knees. You’ll miss them when they’re gone. Mayber you’ll marry, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your eleventy-first wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody’s else’s.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Dont’ be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own [looks at Legolas].

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your shire.

Read the inscriptions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do not read massive message board threads. They will only make you feel stupid and untalented.

Get to know your party members. You never know when they’ll be gone for good [Looks and Boromir]. Be nice to your haflings. They’re your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future [looks at Merry and Pippin].

Understand that allies come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were fighting the fight of good versus evil.

Live in Mordor once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in the Shire once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths. Princes will not accept their future. Wizards will go bad. You, too will get old. And when you do, you’ll fantasize that when you were young, princes were responsible, wizards were noble, and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders [looks at Elrond].

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trustworthy friend. Maybe you’ll have a weasly guide. But you never know when either one might run off with your ringfinger.

Don’t mess too much with your feet hair or by the time you’re 40 it will Look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen. \*

Um… I hoped you liked it…

Cheers

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**Author:** ![whatami](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/w/85f322/32.png) [@whatami](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/whatami)\
**Post date:** [January 10, 2003, 7:17am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/if-lotr-had-been-written-by-someone-else/131679/1069 "2003-01-10T07:17:33Z")

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You captured TMQ so perfectly in this article. If you wouldn’t mind, I’d love to link him to this post… I think he’d love it!

> [@](#):
>
> \*Originally posted by v00izs00k \*  
> \*\*Gregg Easterbrook (the Tuesday Morning Quarterback) writes for [espn.com](http://espn.com)’s page 2. A very good read each week. 😃  
> [ESPN: Serving sports fans. Anytime. Anywhere.](http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/archive?columnist=easterbrook_gregg&root=page2)
> 
> _ahem_
> 
> The Tuesday Morning Hobbit
> 
> \*Naturally of course, the Tuesday Morning Hobbit didn’t catch last night’s siege of Helm’s Deep. Why? Well, because due to a lack of government regulations, the siege was only availble on DirectTV. Now, the TMH would love to have DirectTV, why he wouldn’t miss a single fight. Sadly the TMH is stuck in the Shire, where it seems that no dish provider has ever, or will ever, visit. So the TMH is stuck with watching local grass growing competition down near Bag End. Luckily, the TMH has friends in high places, and he was later able to catch the whole she-bang.
> 
> Either way, onward we go!\*  
> \*\*Sweet Play No. 1: \*\*Aragon throwing Gimli. Two against dozens, but what better way to throw off your opponent’s gameplan then take the fight to them.
> 
> \*\*Cheerleader of the Week: \*\*Got to love that Lady Arwen. Sure she can’t fight and is nothing but a daddy’s girl…but man she is definetly the TMH Cheerbabe of the Week.
> 
> \*\*Sweet Play No. 2: \*\*Legolas mounting a horse on the run. Now the TMH certianly doesn’t play ‘that’ kind of ball, but you have to admit the little hook and reel was a sight for sore eyes.
> 
> \*\*Stop Me Before I Blitz Again! \*\*To the-orcs-that-aren’t-really-orcs of Mordia. With 14:13 left in the seige, they had numbers advantage on Helm’s (caution: may contain fighting humans) Deep who were facing a 4th and long. Sit back and let the humans implode…and the game is over. It’s a blitz! Aragon and company easily break out of the throne room, and the route is on. Ye Gods.
> 
> \*\*Stats of the Week: \*\*Team Helm’s (caution: may contain fighting humans) Deep, despite being out-manned and out-gunned, still managed to pull of the upset victory 9,192-473.
> 
> \*\*What’s he got in his pocketses?: \*\*Nothing! There is nothing in his pocketses!
> 
> \*\*This Week’s Challenge: \*\*The White City vs the Leigons of Mordia! Propose your everlasting Haikus here. Cleverness and originality will probably be rewarded, though not necessarily, as the final decision will be completely arbitrary. \*\*

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**Author:** ![Reuel\_Miller](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/r/b5e925/32.png) [@Reuel\_Miller](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Reuel_Miller)\
**Post date:** [January 10, 2003, 8:14am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/if-lotr-had-been-written-by-someone-else/131679/1070 "2003-01-10T08:14:19Z")

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Greetings

OK… now that my virgin post has been posted, let me do another…

I have seen a Dr Phil skit, a Survivor skit, a Friends skit… but not a Jerry Springer skit 😉

It embarrasses me that I have seen enough Jerry episodes to be able to do this parody.

Apologies to pratically everybody on the planet (I am definately going to hell for this one)…

Here goes:

> [@](#):
>
> * * *
> 
> Jerry: Tonight… we have a story of peversion that I have never covered before on any of my previous  
> shows… men who love jewelry… and the jewelery that loves them back.
> 
> Audience: Jer-ry! Jer-ry! Jer-ry! Jer-ry!
> 
> Show title: I love my Ring!
> 
> Jerry: Tonight, we have with us a guy called Frodo. Frodo has been having trouble with his ring.  
> Frodo, what has been happening?
> 
> Frodo: It’s like this Jerry. I’ve been going with my ring for a few months now. Everything is cool  
> and stuff…
> 
> Jerry: Do you love you ring?
> 
> Frodo: Yes… no… well, yes… but that’s not the point. The point is that it is mine, and I can  
> do wit it what I want to do wit it.
> 
> Jerry: And has anyone else been trying to do something with the ring?
> 
> Frodo: Yeah. That’s why I come on this show. A couple of the Rings old owners want the ring back  
> and are messing up my life and I want to tell them to F\*\*\* the Hell off and leave me the  
> F\*\*\* alone.
> 
> Jerry: OK, strong words. Now… who is the first person we have that wants the ring back?  
> [listens in ear piece]  
> OK… we have someone who is using the nickname “Gollum”. Welcome “Gollum”!
> 
> [Gollum enters stage left and sits on the chair]
> 
> Jerry: Hello “Gollum”. Tell me… why do you want the ring?
> 
> Gollum: _Givvvveee myyy precioussssssssss. My Preciousssss. Hates bagginssesss. Stole my  
> preciousssss…_ [continues to mumble and repeat]
> 
> Jerry: Um… what is your precious?
> 
> Frodo: It’s what he calls the ring, Jerry.
> 
> Jerry: OK… and did you steal the ring, like he claims?
> 
> Frodo: Hell no. I was given this ring by my uncle.
> 
> Jerry: So you have shared this ring with other members of your family? We are going to take a break  
> now, and when we come back, we will hear from the Uncle… and the original owner of the ring…  
> don’t miss it.
> 
> [Advert break]
> 
> Jerry: And we are back. If you missed the first segment we met Frodo, who has been going with a ring  
> for a few months now but his life has been terrorised by previous owners of that ring. But it  
> is also a ring that he has shared with other members of his family. We will now be meeting his  
> uncle, who also used to go with the ring.
> 
> [Enter Bilbo, sits on chair next to Frodo]
> 
> Bilbo: Hello Jerry
> 
> Jerry: Hello Bilbo. So… you’ve been with the ring as well?
> 
> Bilbo: Yeah. I had the ring. The ring was mine for years. Then my nephew here… well, you could  
> say I gave it to him… but it was the hardest thing I ever had to do in my life.
> 
> Jerry: Do you still love the ring?
> 
> Bilbo: With all my heart.
> 
> Jerry: Then why did you give it to your nephew?
> 
> Bilbo: Gandalf made me… so that they could destroy it!
> 
> Jerry: Is it true that you want to destroy the ring, Frodo?
> 
> Frodo: It doesn’t make any f\*\*\*ing difference what I am gonna do wit the ring. It’s mine to do wit as  
> I please.
> 
> Jerry: I think we have some-one backstage that might feel differently. I believe we have the rings  
> creator, Sauron.
> 
> [Sauron enters in a flat run and charges into Frodo and tries to take the ring from the Frodo. Steve  
> and the rest of the security crew jump on stage to break the two of them up. When Steve has Sauron  
> pinned back, Gollum jumps on Frodo’s head, and then climbs down Frodo’s head and tries to grab Frodo’s  
> hands, looking for the ring. The other members of the secrity team grab Gollum and hold him back]
> 
> Audience: Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
> 
> Jerry: Gentelmen… please!
> 
> Audience: Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
> 
> Jerry: Sauron… calm down… calm down… Now tell me, why do you want the ring.
> 
> Sauron: So I can rule Middle Earth. I created that ring. It’s mine. I put my blood, sweat, tears and  
> most of my power in that ring… and to have a hobbit, a f_**ing hairy-footed, hairy-a$$ed  
> hafling have it is just f**_ing wrong, you know what I’m saying? I want it, and I want  
> it now! That motherf\*\*\*er had better give it back if he knows what’s good for him!
> 
> Audience: Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!  
> [Except for three guys in the back shouting “We Love Lesbians!”]
> 
> Frodo: F\*\*\* you, Sauron. You are an evil dude! You just want to use the ring to cause pain and  
> suffering. I am going to destroy the ring before I would let that happen.
> 
> [Frodo flips Sauron “the bird”, but his hands are obscured by a low pixel count in post production]
> 
> Sauron: You are showing me the finger?? You are showing _me_ the finger?
> 
> [Gollum jumps up and bites Frodo’s finger off]
> 
> Gollum: _Givvvveee myyy precioussssssssss. My Preciousssss. Hates bagginssesss. Stole my  
> preciousssss…_
> 
> Frodo: Holy F\*\*\*!!! MotherF_ **er!!! That B** _ **d bit my f** _ing finger off!! I’m gonna kill him!!  
> Give my f_\*\*ing finger back!!!
> 
> Audience: Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
> 
> [A melee ensues. All Guests are man/hobbit-handled off stage, and Frodo is seen getting into an  
> ambulance with his finger in a bowl of ice]
> 
> Jerry: We are going to take a break now… but after the break… Immortal women, and the mortal men  
> they love… that their fathers do not approve of… next on Jerry Springer!
> 
> * * *

Please keep all death threats off this thread 😉

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**Post date:** [January 10, 2003, 11:37am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/if-lotr-had-been-written-by-someone-else/131679/1071 "2003-01-10T11:37:47Z")

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> [@](#):
>
> \*Originally posted by professor\_scissors \*  
> \*\*Dr. Strangelove, anyone?
> 
> Sauruman breaks some _really_ bad news to Sauron in a Palantir-call,… \*\*

Priceless!

Anyone care to try Sting singing about Sting?

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**Post date:** [January 10, 2003, 11:46am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/if-lotr-had-been-written-by-someone-else/131679/1072 "2003-01-10T11:46:44Z")

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Come, Samwise.  
‘T is not too late to save our Middle-Earth.  
Set forth, and bearing arms in brav’ry pass  
The gates of Mordor; for my purpose holds  
To walk into the shadow, and the fire  
That waits for Morgoth’s Ring, for else we die.  
It may be that Sauron will beat us down;  
It may be we shall touch glad Valinor,  
And see the fair Luthien, whom we knew.  
Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’  
We are not now that strength which in old days  
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,–  
One equal temper of heroic hearts,  
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will  
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

“Ring-Bearer”, being a corruption (with apologies) by Leon Marrick, of “Ulysses” (ending verses), by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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**Post date:** [January 10, 2003, 11:50am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/if-lotr-had-been-written-by-someone-else/131679/1073 "2003-01-10T11:50:27Z")

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Love this place! Please accept my humble offering

‘Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Crebain’ by Wallace R R Stevens  
I  
Among twenty snowy mountains,  
The only moving thing  
Was the eye of the crebain.

II  
I was of three minds,  
Like a tree  
In which there are three crebain.

III  
The crebain whirled in the autumn winds.  
It was a small part of the pantomime.

IV  
A man and an elf-maiden  
Are one.  
A man and an elf-maiden and a crebain  
Are one.

V  
I do not know which to prefer,  
The beauty of inflections  
Or the beauty of innuendoes,  
The crebain whistling  
Or just after.

VI  
Icicles filled the long window  
With barbaric glass.  
The shadow of the crebain  
Crossed it, to and fro.  
The mood  
Traced in the shadow  
An indecipherable cause.

VII  
O thin men of Rohan,  
Why do you imagine golden birds?  
Do you not see how the crebain  
Walks around the feet  
Of the women about you?

VIII  
I know noble accents  
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;  
But I know, too,  
That the crebain is involved  
In what I know.

IX  
When the crebain flew out of sight,  
It marked the edge  
Of one of many circles.

X  
At the sight of crebain  
Flying in a green light,  
Even the bawds of euphony  
Would cry out sharply.

XI  
He rode over Gondor  
In a glass coach.  
Once, a fear pierced him,  
In that he mistook  
The shadow of his equipage  
For crebain.

XII  
The river is moving.  
The crebain must be flying.

XIII  
It was evening all afternoon.  
It was snowing  
And it was going to snow.  
The crebain sat  
In the mallorn-limbs.

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So it’s a full week now since I stumbled upon this thread. I spent two days reading it (only 14 pages then) and five more deciding upon and composing my reply. Without further ado:

'===========

Thesis shirt egg syruped off Who-war Dell Chases’ “Feller shift Offer Rinks” ridden inner “Anguish Languish.”

Baying tea in counter offer Frito Bugger waif Armour My-git.

'--------------------  
[Beginning I-104, Ppg 1]  
Frito said furry marmit, leaking attar fur, butter awl knee taught weigh sow honor the wood richer fairy. ‘Idol no whey toothing,’ ease id a lost.

‘Thane’ll telluride toothing,’ sat My-git. ‘Ewe’s wood nether if gun misting ewer shelf wither Hubbies-tum FAQ, Misto Frito. Fowl caw quare diptheria.’ Seamster dentist cheer, in luck debtor fair mere wedder on fernier ail. ‘Bet ewer oilways ire igloos laid. Whinny air dew add lift the Brindle box ingrown often at told Misto Bugger, Eye sad ewer gawain too fine true blue. Mar commie warts, this’ll combs off host range dialings over Misto Bugger. He sumo neigh waste gate winsome strangler fascist on furry ports, thesis. Mayberry thor’s umber reeding they’ll off Hobo-ton, a sigh hare?’

Frito sat nodding: tea shroud guises offer former ware rath orders consolidating.

‘Wail, Misto Frito,’ My-git went in, 'Aim glaid evaid two cents talcum box Tuba gland. Maya vices: stator! Anduin gimmix soupiest ease haut lettish fowl. Yule ave fronts indies ports. Effendi offish block fallows comb often ewe aging, oil dale weatherman. Oil seer deader half lifter Sure, arena thin eunuch. Anthem maybe truant off, fare is lichen knotty besot Misto Bugger they’ll hewn noose off.

‘Neighbor you rite,’ sat Frito, inviting tea former sigh in storing attar fair.  
'---------------------  
With only the very slightest of apologies to Harvard Lampoon for the use of their character names.  
Anybody interested in learning Anguish Languish as a Second Language – ALaSL – may learn more about it here at  
[http://sandbox.stardotpc.com/AnguishLanguish.htm](http://sandbox.stardotpc.com/AnguishLanguish.htm)

This course is now offered for high-school credits in some Oakland, CA schools.  
And, Extreme kudo to ‘The Bastard Ring-Bearer from Hell’

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Frodo calling The Ring of Power Support Hotline

\<Ringing\>  
.  
.  
\<Ringing\>  
.  
.  
\<click\>  
.  
[Recorded Female voice]  
Thank you for calling the “Ring of Power” Support Hotline.  
You will be connected to the next available operator.  
Please hold the line.  
.  
\<Terrible midi 1.0 like sounding version of Beethovens “Für Elise” in infinite loop\>  
.  
…1 minute…  
.  
[Recorded Female voice]  
Thank you for calling the “Ring of Power” Support Hotline.  
All our operators are busy at the moment.  
Type “1” if you want to leave a message,  
Type “2” if you want to stay in line and wait for the next available operator.  
.  
\<Button “2” dialtone\>  
.  
[Recorded Female voice]  
You will be connected to the next available operator.  
Please hold the line.  
.  
\<again some Beethoven\>  
.  
…1 minute…  
.  
[Recorded Female voice]  
Thank you for calling the “Ring of Power” Support Hotline.  
All our operators are busy at the moment.  
Type “1” if you… \<Button “2” dialtone\>  
.  
[Recorded Female voice]  
You will be connected to the next available operator.  
Please hold the line.  
.  
\<and beethoven again\>  
[Frodo]  
uuhh…  
\<head-on-table sound\>  
.  
…1 minute…  
.  
[Recorded Female voice]  
Thank you for calling the \<click\>

[Operator]  
Hello this is the Ring of Power Support Hotline. How can I Help you?

[Frodo]  
Hello this is Frodo Baggins speaking. I have a problem with my ring.

[Operator]  
I see. What kind of Ring do you have?

[Frodo]  
Uhhh… a Ring of Power of course…

[Operator]  
Can you tell me it’s model number please?

[Frodo]  
model number? There is no number on it. There is only one Ring of Power after all…

[Operator]  
Yes I know but I still need it’s model number. You can find it on your user manual.

[Frodo]  
User manual? What user manual? Look, I got the Ring from my uncle and there was no user manual. Gandalf told me what to do with it and he would have known if there was a user manual.

[Operator]\<frustrated\>  
Yeah whatever. So you don’t have the model number or user manual of your ring…  
One moment please.  
.  
\<sounds of heavy typing\>  
.  
So what problem is it you have with the Ring?

[Frodo]  
Everytime I use it, in the next moments some ringwraiths show up somewhere near me.

[Operator]  
I see.  
Can you tell me what kind of gloves you wear?

[Frodo]\<annoyed\>  
What does that have to do with anything?

[Operator]  
I need to know the ring’s operating environment.

[Frodo]  
I dont wear any gloves at all.  
.  
\<sounds of heavy typing\>  
.  
[Operator]  
So what wraiths exactly did you encounter?

[Frodo]  
Hell, they were Ringwraiths. You know, tall, black, riding on horses, no visible face…

[Operator]  
Sorry Sir but I have to know the exact Type of wraiths as well as their names.

[Frodo]\<angry, getting louder\>  
Their names? What should I do? Wait for them and ask them politely? I’d be dead in a minute.

[Operator]  
No need for anger Sir. I just following the standard support procedure.  
.  
\<sounds of heavy typing\>  
.  
Have you already tried to reinstall the Ring?

[Frodo]  
I did put it on and off if you mean that. It didn’t help.

[Operator]  
What version of DirectX do you have?

[Frodo]  
DirectWHAT??? What are you talking about?

[Operator]  
I’ sorry Sir but I can’t help you this way. I suggest you search for the user manual and the model number of your ring, write down the type and names of the wraiths when the problem shows up again. Then you call the support hotline again with all the information necessary.

[Frodo]  
But…  
[Operator]  
Good day Sir.

\<click\>

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Pucky Schumer was awesome first off. I’ve had “The Cremation of Sam McGee” memorized since I was nine and he hit the cadence right on the head, heh.

And without further ado LotR by Heinlein, hope there are some fans out there who can tell me if I did all right.

```
 The wizards tell me you can't get them. That they put spells on you and look deep into your mind and that they make sure you can't get them. But I get them every time. The shakes. Its fear, everytime you drop. You crawl onto the back of that eagle and the wind speed kicks up as they fly across the world, forcing your eyes closed, and your surrounded by darkness and wind. 

 Then suddenly it stops, the eagle got you there and threw your off and your falling. You whip out the Lorien cape behind you, catching the air, breaking. Falling onto the craggy surface of Mordor. Thats if your lucky. Sometimes the eagles don't put you down right and you never land at all, the orcs jump and grab you in the air, dead before you hit the ground. I had a good one this time, right where I'm supposed to be, near the fires of Mount Doom. Its an easy drop, supposedly. Extraction. Get to some short guys on some secret mission in MD and get them out.

 They give jobs like this to us. We are the MI (Magic Infantry). If they ever needed us to go in and clear all the half blind orcs out of Moria we can, we will. We are MI.
```

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I loved the “Wear Sunscreen Speech” one!

‘Another ale, Gandraxas?’ Tom, the bartender askes.  
‘Well I ain’t saying no to that, Tom,’ I say and hold out my mug, which he fills.  
‘Where’s Makragorn today, then?’ I ask.  
‘Oh, he’s off to the Ministry, trying to get them to acknowldge he’s the last descendant of a royal family of some extinct race of men.’  
‘Again?’ I know that Makragorn is obsessed with getting some acknowledgement for what he was, but that it is getting this serious…  
‘He’ll probably be back in no time,’ Tom says, and even before he finishes, the door slams open and close and Makragorn bursts in, cursing in three different languages. He used to be a ranger, and traveled through many countries, so he knows his share of Elvish, Dwarfish, Orcish and most human languages. It’s not really civilised language, though, because he met mostly thugs in those days. High Elvish would be a bit, well, too high for him.  
I let him rage for a while, and then offer him a drink. He sits down, grumpily.  
‘They don’t even give me a _chance_!’ he says. ‘As soon as I walk in they are determined to send me away again, as soon as they can.’  
‘Maybe you ought to do somehting about the way you dress,’ I say. I have said that often enough, but he just doesn’t listen.  
‘What’s wrong with this?’ he asks me.  
‘Well… you could lessen a bit on the chainmail, you know, change it for more normal clothes, and start wearing a bit more of those,’ I suggest. He shrugs.  
‘I like this, and if anyone doesn’t, that’s their loss.’  
‘Are you gonna work yet?’ Tom asks him. ‘And you still haven’t paid me back that money I lent you.’  
‘You’ll get it, Tom,’ Makragorn says. ‘I promise.’  
‘Yes, but, when, is all I’m sayin’.’ But Tom scuddles off to a new customer. In my opinion, he’s not being hard enough to Makragorn. And Makragorn is wasting his time, going to the Ministry all the time, and those lessons of him. Time and money.  
‘I’m going up to my room,’ I say, emptying my mug. ‘I’ll see you later.’  
‘Sure,’ Makragorn says and gets up as well, getting ready to work.  
Alone in my room, I dig up my pipe from the mess on the table, find my tabacco and then relax while the smoke does its stuff. I’m addicted, I know, and every once and a while I try to quit, but never really seriously.  
Just then, of course, my doors gets blown open, and a dark shape fills the doorway. A whirlwind passes through my room, making it an even greater mess than it was before, and blowing me out of my chair.  
‘What the…’ I say and manage to get up again.  
‘Oh, I’m sorry, Gandraxas,’ a familiar voice says. ‘My friend here’s just a tad overenthusiastic. My apologies.’ The dark shape has come into my room and now the doorway is occupied by Sarumanus the Colourful, an old friend from the day when I was studying for wizard.  
‘What brings you here?’ I ask, eyeing the dark shape next to him suspiciously. All I can see is that it’s clothed in black, and a black cap completely hides its face. It sends a shiver through my back.  
‘Well, actually I need your help,’ Sarumanus says. ‘You see, a friend of mine has lost a… precious trinket, and he wants it back.’  
‘So why do you come to me?’  
‘Because this friend of mine thinks it has been stolen, and well, aren’t you a great detective?’  
A detective, yes. Great, not really. But money’s always welcome.  
‘Tell me some more,’ I say.  
‘Well, it’s a gold ring, very plain actually, no decorations or anything. But it has a great emotional value for my friend, and he really wants that ring back.’  
‘Does he have any idea who took it? Where did he last see the thing?’ Sarumanus hesitates, slightly. But just a tad too long.  
‘He… thinks it could have been elves. They’re always after beautiful jewelry and such, and apparently some elves offered to buy the ring once, but he refused to sell it. Maybe they stole it.’  
Right. Kinda fishy, if you ask me.  
‘And who is this friend of yours?’ I ask. ‘I need to know that, to be able to find it.’  
‘Lord Sauronius,’ Sarumanus admits uneasily. ‘But he prefers to stay out of the picture.’  
‘Of course,’ I say.  
‘Well? Do you accept the mission?’  
‘What do I get paid?’  
‘Plenty.’  
‘Alright, then. I accept.’ Sarumanus smiles.  
‘Great, we owe you big time. I’ll just go tell the good news.’ And within seconds he and his eerie friend are gone.  
I sigh and look around my room. What a mess. Oh no, my tabacco’s all spread out across the floor, now it’s useless. I’ll have to buy some more.  
The door opens again and Makragorn comes in.  
‘What happened here?’ he asks.  
‘And old friend of mine and a overenthusiastic companion,’ I answer. ‘They want me to find a ring.’  
‘That’s good, a new mission,’ Makragorn says.  
‘Yeah, well I’m not so sure…’ and then the door opens for the _third_ time, this time revealing two long shapes in hooded coats.  
‘Mister Gandraxas?’ the tallest one asks, and I hear from his voice that he’s an elf. I don’t get that many elves visiting me. Probably has something to do with the neighborhood. Not clean and beautiful enough for them.  
‘Who’s asking?’ I reply, and they pull down their hoods. It’s a man and a woman, both tall and dark-haired.  
‘My name is Elrond,’ the male elf says, ‘and this is my daughter Arwen. Are you Gandraxas?’  
‘Yes, I am. And this is my friend Makragorn.’ I notice the stare between Makragorn and Arwen. They seem to like each other. Good. He really needs a girlfriend.  
‘We need your service,’ Elrond says, ‘in the search for something we’ve lost a long time ago. It is utterly important that we find it. Or rather, that you find it.’  
It? With Sarumanus’s visit still fresh in my memory, I get an eerie suspicion about what these elves are about to ask of me.  
‘Let me guess, is it a small ring, gold, undecorated, plain but of great emotional value?’ I say. Elrond looks surprised, as far as an elf can look like anything.  
‘Yes, how do you know?’  
Should I tell them? Sarumanus thought it were elves that stole the ring, but now there are two elves asking me to find the very same thing. Something isn’t right here.  
Still, elves are considered quite respectable, and although lord Sauronius is incredibly rich I’ve heard he’s not a very nice person. The elves are probably safer. Safe enough, that is only to be seen. So I tell them about my earlier visit, and it clearly disturbs them.  
‘It is fortunate that we have found you now,’ Elrond says. ‘You musn’t give that ring to Lord Sauronius, it will only bring disaster! You must bring it to us the moment you find it.’  
‘If Sauronius is involved I’m likely to get into trouble,’ I say.  
‘We will protect you as good as we can, that is, against any legal measures. It would only be the fair thing to do. And of course, we will pay you double of what Sauronius offered.’  
Well, well, that’s nice to hear.  
‘Great,’ I say. ‘Don’t worry, sir, I will find you that ring.’ The elves smile and leave.  
‘Well, that was interesting,’ I say while I pick up my chair from the ground and sit on it. Makragorn stops staring at the door through which Elrond and his bautiful daughter Arwen have disappeared, takes another chair and noses through a newspaper he picked off my floor.  
‘Which one do you think is telling the truth?’ he asks me.  
‘Probably none of them,’ I shrug. ‘Although I’d sooner bet on the elves than on Sauronius. I think this might actually work out well. I just have to avoid getting arrested.’ I always get arrested during my investigations. Somone Up There seems to really hate me.  
‘Well, as long as you don’t accidentally kill Sauronius’s new pet Balrog, you’ll probably be fine,’ Makragorn says.  
‘Pet what?’  
‘Balrog. Look.’ He hands me the newspaper. Lord Sauronius has bought a Balrog, shipped in from the east, a ferocious flaming creature.  
‘I’m beginning to like Sauronius more and more,’ I say sarcastically. ‘A Balrog! What’s becoming of this world?’  
‘At this rate, it’ll soon be something like your floor,’ Makragorn says and notices the tabacco. ‘You still smoke that stuff? It’s bad for you.’  
‘Yes, we all know you study medicine and loads of other stuff,’ I say. ‘Just let an old man have his pleasures, is all I’m sayin’.’ Makragorn shrugs.  
‘So, what do we do?’ he asks.  
‘For starters, I’m going downstairs to have a drink. And tonight we’re going to pay Sauronius a little visit. I want to know just a little more about him. This ring’s worth more than both he and those elves claim, so I’m not gonna stick my nose into anything I don’t know shit about.’  
‘Shouldn’t you clean this up?’ Makragorn asks as we leave my room and go downstairs.  
‘Nah, you’ll see, just as soon as I’ve cleaned it all up, someone else bursts into my room and makes it a mess. I don’t know why, but people like to do that.’

_Gandraxas and the Ring or Power_, Martin J.R.R. Scott

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PIPPIN (to TREEBEARD): We’re not orcs!

TREEBEARD: How do I know that? You look like the orcs that have been felling trees in my forest!

MERRY: Well there you go, then. You’re looking for tree fellers, but as you can clearly see, there’s only two of us!

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the baby nu-gool comes in descise to pull out thier eyes pull out their eyes and take-u ring.

17 years later

12 December shire 3 age af this world.  
well wholm sould one meet whilst proceding upon the mire this morrow but the infamous gandalf. we exchanged polite banter and i tried to convince him of his intelectual inferiorness and in the course of doing accepted to ferry a mere trinket to a place of name most strange: mount doom. i knew the job was beneeth me but i shall ignore these nets for i am destined to fly free and forfill role as a true intellect!

months later:  
the blackened slopes recall images of soot and darkness deep as caves, caves like unto those wherin bilbo found the ring, ringed tunnels, so confusing, am i lost, or losing to the ring, ring getting heavy, heavy like sam, silly,stupid sam will help me distroy the ring, the ring , my precisiousssssss.

the portrait of the ring as a young hobbit  
james joyce

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Frodo: I will take the ring, though I do not know the way.

Clippy: _ding_ It looks like you are on a quest to destroy the ring of power, would you like some help?

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PIP-HEAD: Ummm…where are we headed, uh, Freebeer? You’ve been walking for, like, _fifteen whole minutes_.  
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FreeBeer!!! OMG!! I laughed till I had tears rolling down my face!!

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