Elenorflower
Gondor
Sep 23 2012, 11:25pm
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Gandalf: They are one; the pants and the Dark Lord. Frodo, he must never find them. Frodo: [gets up to hide the pants] All right. We'll put them away. We'll keep them hidden, we'll never speak of pants again. No one knows they are here, do they? Aragorn: If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. You have my Nazgul proof pants... Legolas: And you have my frilly knickers. Gimli: And *my* thong . Boromir: You carry the fate of us all, little one. If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done. [Frodo wanders in the woods. Boromir comes up behind him, gathering wood] Boromir: None of us should shuffle painfully alone, you least of all. Frodo? I know you suffer chafing pants, I see it day by day. Are you sure you do not suffer tight pants needlessly? There are other ways, Frodo, other pants we might take. Frodo: I know what you would say, and it would seem like wisdom, but for the warning in my nether regions. Boromir: Warning? Against what? We are all afraid of sore bits, Frodo. But to let that fear drive us to destroy what hope we have... don't you see you can use talcum powder? That is madness!
(This post was edited by Elenorflower on Sep 23 2012, 11:33pm)
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