An Interesting Choice LOR Bit Parts

The book - so much different from the movie, Tom Bombadil comes to mind, there are others, but because one espied the Peter Jackson movie, why the script from the original had to sorted.

Oh my forgetfulness of how the old time had decayed, a repair of rubber cement on the binding has held. Searching for Bombadil, but what about Helm's By Deep? A mine, they call it, and so on?

The pages stick together and finding ones way through this second edition, oh look - not lost.

The chapter titles.

It has been awhile since I could actually right, write, or even think be creative. That's because like the rest of the Heavenly Host, I died in battle standing in the Welcome Center before God in the gateway to heaven under siege by the Tigers. I was dead for about two and a half hours. That was Monday afternoon a couple or a few Mondays ago.

Anyways, I don't like interruptions to my sex life and since then I have improved some of my tactics just every gladiator does, should they be resurrected.

So my character is chosen for the context and the story begins:

Treebeard said, "Anything said in Old Endish(sp?, have to give a top editor something to do!), takes a long time to say and we never say anything unless it takes a long time to say," to the pair too small to be orcs. Entish because he's an ENT.(Looks those memory pills made world famous by Doctor Sanjay Gupta work. I even remembered Gotu Kola after only two - weeks - of concentrated efforts once in awhile).

Yes, without Treebeard's roar at the realization and sight of the destruction of the forest the rest of the story would have been stuck with a neverending supply of Urukai cloned, or magically crossed betwixt Orcs and Dark Elves! Oh wait Orcs and goblins.

All would have perished against the endless hordes of darkness marching forth to slaughter the races of enlightenment man, elves, dwarves, and hobbits. I would add wizards that were unwise lacking any wisdom at all because there are none who can resist the will of Sauron. They however resist his dark will and powers. The once wizard/prophet who had a tough withstanding evil himself! He still fails miserably by smoking, drinking wine, and worst of all: one probably shouldn't write about oneself at that level in so widely read a space but, cheating to win!

And so with a fabulous roar that called all the shepherds of the forest, or Ents - walking talking trees, Saruman, wise but weak toward the will of evil was deposed. Imprisoned in his own tower in the midst of a brand new lake.

Tough to forge armor, weapons, accoutrements, and genetically superior Urukai under water who would have tasted Man-Flesh!

Yes, afraid like all with courage, decidedly against all war, and easily able to wait the whole sordid, noire out tending the depths of the impenetrable natural living global warming devices with voices of their own: Wham! Bam! No thanks Saruman!

A choice all must make, like the Priests of Baal and their invoked "glows", droughts and whirlwinds. Fraternization with the alien races who promise to share power...

Hah! Hah! Hah!

The End, but who knows the time of the end of all that is? I thought I watched it unfold as we faced wave after growing wave of vastly superior Tigers.