war of the dwarves and elves!

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No problem However you will grant me a favour...
@mozart we need all of it for the dwarves as they are the ones we're really after plus I figured Sopespian would owe me a favour...

Here is my favor...

I will keep Glozelle, my fellow Noble, from bothering you for the next 600 years. But, watch out when the year 2610 rolls around!
 
Here is my favor...

I will keep Glozelle, my fellow Noble, from bothering you for the next 600 years. But, watch out when the year 2610 rolls around!

No deal I actually want you to delay the dwarves for a while
Now make te solemn oath (if you break this oath doom will be upon you)


@mozart Its a solemn oath even a telmarine has enough honour to keep an oath.
 
Everyone riding to Rivendell is in for a surprise. All of a sudden, they and their steeds fall into another pit, filled chest-deep with a mixture of oatmeal, mustard, peanut butter, and styrofoam packing puffs.

Do not underestimate our combat engineers!
 
Now, most honorable dwarfs, oughtn't you to cook the oatmeal first? Maybe about three hours?

How's that for delaying? My favor is fulfilled!
 
Legolas: For the love of peace. Look what the peanut butter has done to my hair...
Arwen: Dont worry some tresemme will get that out. how do you think my hair stays shiny and volumised.
*I climb out the pit sending a rope for Arwen and Legolas*
Me: Scan the area but keep your bows drawn...
Legolas: Hmmm all clear
*we all pull out our emergency cleaning supply*
Now clean we set off again after leaving a "treat" for the dwarves...

Sopespian thankyou your deed was well forfilled :)
 
Flower: *apears out of nowhere* Heyo! Now where's Mt. Doom I got an idea....
Caspian: *jumps* Ah! Flower!
Flower: Yeah goof how 'bout we roast rotten fruit and veggitables and shoot them at the dwarves using your tomato cannon?
me: Great!
Caspian: Ok... what does Mt. Doom have to do with it?
Flower: Well I don't see a grill anywhere around here do you?
Caspian: Oh...
 
Lurking in a tree we watch the dwaves perish in a mesh of elvern curses and magic XD
Legolas: that ought to buy us some time *flips onto stallion*
Arwen: *Jumps on Mare* Onward
Me: Wait for me *climbs on horse and gallops in the direction of Rivendell*
 
The word "close" is choked off as Sammy falls into another pit of oatmeal--this time cooked, as requested.

Luckily Legolas and Arwen did not fall into the pit of oatmeal hehe
*pulls out emergency soap*
WE ride faster reaching Rivendell.
Elrond: Finally its about time you arrived. Where have you been?
Legolas: Ummm Dwarves kind of delayed us...
Arwen: Are we too late?
Elrond: No you're still good on time :)
Me: NOw for the battle... *War council begins in Elvern Hall*
(The Elvern Hall is impregable okay so NO one can enter unless an Elf and disguises will be seen through)
 
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