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TimHighfield Group: Members Posts: 543 Joined: Oct. 2000 Posted: Dec. 26 2001, 08:30 Hello everyone. Well, it's been a bit quiet recently, I'm on holidays and got a lot of time on my hands   :wink:, and I've just been inspired by a comment in one of the other topics on the fora. So, without further ado, I give you: LORD OF THE BELLS- A Parody in Numerous Instalments By Tim Highfield With apologies to J.R.R. Tolkien Inspiration: Marko and CarstenKuss If you don't want the story of The Lord of the Rings to be spoilt for you, DON'T READ ON. “One Bell to Rule Them All, One Bell to Find Them, One Bell to Bring Them All, And in the Darkness Bind Them, In the Land of Mordough where the Moonlight Shadows lie” PART ONE There came a time in Distant-earth, the land where our tale takes place, that old Kevo Faggins prepared to celebrate his birthday. Faggins, a hrobbit, was thought a strange person by his neighbours, doing strange things like travelling, writing poetry, and drinking too much, which other hrobbits looked down on. Some hrobbits, such as his cousin Mikeo, thought the world of Kevo, and loved to hear stories of his travels, and the more mature hrobbits were also regaled with tales of Kevo’s booze-ups. But Kevo was growing old, and so he, with the help of his old friend Newmandalf (a wizard), decided to leave FagEnd, which was where he lived in the town of Hrobbiton, and go elsewhere in the Whole World. Thus, straight after making a speech and getting drunk at his birthday party, Kevo left Hrobbiton, without anyone noticing thanks to the magic of Newmandalf. After the party, Newmandalf came to see Mikeo, who had been given FagEnd by Kevo. Looking in an extremely large envelope, Mikeo found a piece of metal pipe. “What’s this?” he asked Newmandalf. “It is a Bell,” replied the spell-producer. “Kevo has had it since midway through his very first adventure, and he has been very possessive towards it since.” “What is its’ purpose?” “Kevo found that, when he played the Bell, he was given certain powers. Amongst them, the ability to hold his drink, and also invisibellity. However, he did not realise the full significance of the Bell. It has a dark, dark history, and is not all that it seems.” “What?” “You may have heard of the Dark Years, a time long ago when the Virgon controlled Distant-earth. The era lasted for quite a time, and the Virgon was able to maintain control through various Bells of Power. One Bell, in particular, helped the Virgon to rule Distant-earth. However, after a particular bloody siege, the Bell escaped from the Virgon, and helped various forces to defeat the Virgon, and subsequently return Distant-earth to normalcy. The Bell since passed along various hands, inevitably betraying its bearer, until it reached a strange figure, prominent in his community, named Richéagol. However, Richéagol abused the Bell’s power, and was ousted by his friends and family. He took on the name Bransum, and lived in a cave, away from the rest of the world. One day, a small man found Bransum’s cave, and soon found the Bell. Bransum was very unhappy at this, and tried to find, and kill, the person responsible. That person was Kevo Faggins.” “Kevo?!” exclaimed Mikeo. “Yes. The Bell Kevo found is the Bell you are holding in your hands right now.” “What? You mean this is the One Bell?” “I am pretty sure. But I will check.” And with that, Newmandalf hurled the Bell into the fire, which was conveniently lit at the time. Immediately, the Bell turned gold, then silver, and it started to bend. Without fear of being burnt, Newmandalf then brought the Bell back out of the fire. Along the side of the Bell was writing, in a language foreign to Mikeo. “This is the proof I hoped not to find. The Bell here is indeed the One Bell. The enscription reads: ‘One Bell to Rule Them All, One Bell to Find Them, One Bell to Bring Them All, And in the Darkness Bind Them, In the Land of Mordough where the Moonlight Shadows lie’.” “What does that mean?” “It means, Mikeo, that you have to destroy the Bell, and not let it slip back into the hands of the Virgon, or those of Bransum, for that matter.” “How will I do this?” asked Mikeo. “You will have to cast the Bell into the Weir of Brothers, in the land of Mordough. If you choose to do this, you must act quickly, for the Virgon is quickly regaining control of the eastern lands of Distant-earth, and has discovered that the Bell is somewhere in this vicinity.” “I will do it.” And so Mikeo was assigned with his challenge, and set out of his journey soon after Newmandalf had left for the Manor, where a party was to be assigned to aid Mikeo. Three other hrobbits travelled with Mikeo to the Manor- Sal Angie, a relative of Mikeo, Paddy, full name Padraig Maloniadoc and a friend of Mikeo, and another friend, Cloddy, full name Clodaghrin Simobuck. The journey had begun… PART TWO COMING WHEN I WAKE UP -Tim- DISCLAIMER: All Typos Unintentional, No Offence Meant To Any Parties, If You Didn't Like It, Then Tough. And Yes, I Guess I Am Just Tolkien The Pi**   :wink: Now you've read this far, why don't you take part in the END-OF-YEAR COUNTDOWN, also in the General section of the Fora? Back to top

TimHighfield Group: Members Posts: 543 Joined: Oct. 2000 Posted: Dec. 28 2001, 09:49 PART TWO The four hrobbits headed away from Hrobbiton. Of the group, only Sal was aware of the Bell, having listened in to the conversation between Newmandalf and Mikeo. Paddy and Cloddy were blissfully unaware of the purpose of the quest, and thought that they were just headed to the pub. In the afternoon on the first day, Paddy and Cloddy started to walk ahead, letting Sal ask Mikeo a few questions. “Do you know how Kevo got the Bell?” Sal asked. “Not really. Newmandalf didn’t tell me everything, and Kevo never mentioned anything.” “Ah. I was just wondering, because Kevo was supposed to be a bit of an Ayerhead-” “He wasn’t.” “Oh. What do you think of that Bransum figure? He sounds weird. And why does he want the Bell?” “Apparently, Bransum doesn’t care for the Bell’s qualities, such as the rather nice music it can make, but for the riches and power it gives him. He isn’t a desirable character, especially with the Bell.” “Righto.” The journey continued. Soon, the quartet was five miles out of Hrobbiton. They were travelling along a leafy path that they hoped would lead them towards the Manor, having forgotten a map. Suddenly, they heard the unmistakeable sound of horses’ hooves from behind them. The hrobbits leaped into the hedges running alongside the path, just as several figures clad in black rode past. Mikeo drew a sigh of relief, thinking that the worst had past. However, all of a sudden the hedges started to grab the hrobbits, strangling them and trying to steal their wallets. Luckily for the four, Cloddy decided to kick one of the hedges in a very vulnerable spot, and the hedge released the hrobbit in pain. The other three followed this example, and so they were able to continue on their journey, saving a lot of time and money on special effects, preventing scenes being cut from the film version of the story, and making the Dave Bedfordil character, who was at that very moment rushing to save them (and singing very strange songs), completely useless. Oh well. After several days of hard travelling, the hrobbits spotted a town ahead of them. They soon arrived at the town gates, and found that the town was called Kee. On the advice of Cloddy and Paddy, the four figures passed through the gates into the town square. Houses ran along one side of the square, and Sal noticed with distaste a pile of burning bones outside one of them. Opposite the houses were the important buildings, including, to the hrobbits’ joy, a pub, which they promptly entered… [A couple of drinks later…] The hrobbits had started bonding with the other people in the pub, singing songs out of tune and with the wrong lyrics, and telling bad jokes. However, Mikeo then went too far with one practical joke, and the hrobbits were shown to their room. After a few minutes, a knock came at the door. There stood a shortish, fat man, who the hrobbits sort-of recognised as being the bartender. “Um, sorry to interrupt you chaps, but there’s a man here to see you,” he said. In strode a tall, dark figure who the hrobbits sort-of recognised as being someone else having a drink in the pub. “Who are you?” asked Sal. “You may call me Rider,” said the figure. “Why?” “Because I said you may.” “Ah. Righto. So, what do you want?” asked Mikeo. “I have been told to escort you to your destination, as the Virgon’s power starts to spread over Distant-earth.” “How do we know that we can trust you?” “Did Newmandalf tell you something before you left Hrobbiton?” “Ah yes. He said that we may meet someone on the road who may help us. They would call themselves…Rider…and would prove their authenticity by answering a question correctly.” “So what’s the question?” “Um…hang on. Aha, here it is. ‘What is the missing word in the following: Some like the city, some the noise, some make…and others, toys?’” “Chaos. Definitely chaos.” And with that the hrobbits continued on their journey, under the guiding eye of Rider. PART THREE COMING SOON -Tim- Back to top

Pacha Daddy Group: Members Posts: 85 Joined: Sep. 2000 Posted: Dec. 28 2001, 13:31 This is great stuff, Tim! Keep going! Back to top

TimHighfield Group: Members Posts: 543 Joined: Oct. 2000 Posted: Jan. 01 2002, 05:58 Thanks Pacha PART THREE Before the group had travelled too far, Rider led them off the path. This was a precaution, he told them, because the Virgon’s henchmen, the Belldrapers, had been seen roaming the countryside, searching for The Bell. Onwards the hrobbits walked, through the grass, across the slow-flowing streams, while Rider kept a lookout for any undesirable folk. On the third day out of Kee, Mikeo plucked up his courage, and asked Rider once more why he was called Rider. “It’s what my…friends…call me. Because, in reality, I’d rather be on horseback than walk.” Night fell at the end of the fourth day. The hrobbits decided to make camp at the base of a ridge, and were just preparing a shelter, when Rider hurried over to them, and warned them of the presence of Belldrapers in the region. “What should we do?” asked Cloddy. “We need to climb the ridge,” answered Rider. “What, now?” Paddy asked indignantly. “Yes.” Mikeo and Sal started to run up the slope, and Rider followed, leaving Cloddy and Paddy at the base. Suddenly, the sound of horses galloping towards the ridge came to the hrobbits’ ears, and Paddy and Cloddy hurried after the other three. Keeping under cover of bushes and trees growing on the ridge, the quintet reached the summit without the Belldrapers sighting them. After looking around the area, Rider found an ideal site for a shelter, and the hrobbits settled down for the night, while Rider moved away a little to keep watch. As the moon rose, the hrobbits lit a fire to keep warm. Rider joined them soon after. The threat of the Belldrapers meant that the hrobbits were very scared, and asked Rider to tell them tales of Distant-earth to keep their minds occupied. Rider agreed, and immediately launched into a quiet song, telling the story of an ill-fated relationship between a man and an elf, of which only the last few verses are printed here: “And so the last time she ever saw him, He was carted away in an old wheelbarrow. His body, decaying and shrinking, Still bore the wounds of those sixteen arrows. Killed in battle, that summery night, Fighting on the wrong bugger’s side, His final acts were in that bloody fight, And she just didn’t know what she should do. ‘The trees next to where they slew him, Were coated with blood, with bone and marrow. She stood there, heavily breathing, Hearing no sound but the calls of a crow. The vision flashed again before her eyes: Him, fighting on the wrong bugger’s side, Shot sixteen times in the head and the thighs, And she just didn’t know what she should do. ‘She sighed. She cried. Without him, she was terrified. She cried. She sighed. She grieved because her love had died. ‘She stood there ‘till the next morning, Wishing it had been some other fellow. When she saw all those who had fallen, Just trying to say a friendly ‘Hello’. She hurried away from the ongoing fight, A battle between two bugger’s sides. She remembered all that took place that night, And she wondered just what she should do. ‘She sighed. She cried. Without him, she was terrified. She cried. She sighed. She grieved because her love had died. ‘Others came to her, and they danced and they jived. But they never equalled the love not-alive. And she never found out what she should do.” “What a sad story,” said Sal, when Rider had finished singing. The others echoed this sentiment, and Rider was about to sing another tale, when Cloddy suddenly shrieked. “What is it?” asked Mikeo. Cloddy pointed away from the cave, and they all then saw three black figures creeping towards the group. “Stay put,” said Rider, and he hurried away from the hrobbits. “We’re screwed,” said Paddy. The black figures drew closer, lured by the presence of the Bell. Then, unexpectedly, Mikeo drew a dagger from his pack, and rushed at the first figure, at the same time cursing the figures in the ancient Pylltdoun tongue. He lunged at the same time as Rider emerged wielding two blazing torches. As Mikeo’s dagger reached the target, a blade pierced his shoulder, and he fell back in agony, blacking out as the strangers ran off down the ridge… When Mikeo regained consciousness, Rider told the group that he needed urgent medical attention that none of the group were qualified to administer, so they set off at a faster pace for the Manor, hoping to find help there… PART FOUR WILL BE POSTED LATER Cheers, -Tim- 400 not out. Back to top

CarstenKuss Group: Musicians Posts: 362 Joined: Nov. 1999 Posted: Jan. 02 2002, 18:47 Wow Tim! And thanks for the credit. Maybe you could also introduce the "Glorfindel Guitar"? Some more ideas: - Farmer Maggott Reilly - Tompani Bombadiddle - Sailor's Hornpipeweed - Samarok The White - Fannygorn - Guiltydor the Elf - The Piltdown Orc: "Grishnakh Da Jabberwock!" --- Enough for now. -Carsten- -------------- -Carsten- Back to top

TimHighfield Group: Members Posts: 543 Joined: Oct. 2000 Posted: Jan. 09 2002, 04:49 Apologies to all for the lack of Part Four...I've been rather busy (despite being on holidays!) lately, and so haven't had enough time to set aside and write the next part of the story. But, when I post it, which should be within the next 24 hours, I'll try and have Part Five and maybe Part Six ready too, and post them all at (almost) the same time. Apologies once more, -Tim- Back to top

TimHighfield Group: Members Posts: 543 Joined: Oct. 2000 Posted: Jan. 10 2002, 00:02 Carsten, I'll see what I can do. PART FOUR (AT LAST!) Four days later, Mikeo’s condition had worsened. He was reclusive, quiet, and often fell unconscious without warning. Rider had been carrying Mikeo for the most part of the journey since the Belldrapers had attacked. However, they were still quite a way from the Manor, and had to cross the hazardous Reohgronday (lit: Big River). Worse still, they were running out of food, which was not good news for the ever-hungry hrobbits. Once again, they increased their speed. It started to rain. Leaving the hrobbits under a large tree, Rider climbed a rise to check his bearings. When he returned, he did not bear good news. “We’re headed in the rightish direction, but we’ve come too far north. The Manor can be found by looking for a large stone dog on top of a hill. I saw the dog just then, but about five days’ travel to the south, and then two days to the Manor itself,” he told the hrobbits. “Well, we’d better get a move on then,” said Sal, in a very determined tone of voice. Paddy and Cloddy recognised that tone, and, even though they were very exhausted, knew better than to argue with it. “We’re being followed,” said Rider, as they approached a ford, crossing the bed of the Reohgronday. “Belldrapers?” asked Cloddy. Rider nodded. “How far away?” “I’d guess about seven miles.” “Oh.” Suddenly, Paddy came rushing up to them, waving his arms and garbling his words in excitement. “Slow down Paddy. What is it?” asked Rider. “There’s this…box, Rider. By the ford,” explained Paddy. “A box?” They hurried over to the ford, where Sal and Mikeo were sitting next to a rather large box. “This is strange,” said Cloddy. “What’s that sound?” asked Rider. “Huh? I can’t hear anything,” said Sal. Then they all heard it. A frantic, but soft, knocking, coming from inside the box… “Stand back. I’ll try and open this thing,” said Rider. He looked at the box, found the lock and the ropes tied around the whole structure, then pulled out his sword and sliced the lid off it. “Oi, watch it!” yelled a voice from inside the box. “Who’s there?” asked Rider. “Me,” said the voice, and then a figure pulled himself out of the box. “Glorsimdel?” exclaimed Rider in amazement. “Murraygorn?” replied Glorsimdel, for that was who it was. “Huh?” said Mikeo. “What, Mikeo?” asked Rider. “I thought you were called Rider,” the hrobbit replied. “I am. And also…Murraygorn.” “Oh.” “Anyway,” said Rider, turning back to Glorsimdel, “what were you doing in that box, Glorsimdel?” “Well, it’s a strange story. I had left the Manor at the request of the hrobbit Kevo, who wanted someone to check up on his cousin, Mikeo I think it was. Anyway, I was riding along the road between Kee and Hrobbiton, taking care to not draw much attention to myself, what with all the dark forces returning to Distant-earth. So, I’m riding along quietly, keeping to the side of the road. When suddenly, I get hit over the head with something wooden. Made a few twangs at the same time, I think. Before I know what’s happening, I’m being bundled into this box, with my horse too. And the wooden thing that I got hit over the head with. The lid closes, the lock is locked, and I hear ropes going around the thing. Then there’s this evil laughter, and a frightening voice, saying, “That’ll teach you to cut ol’ Dave Bedfordil out of the story!” So there I am, in this box, on the road between Kee and Hrobbiton, with my horse. There’s only one thing I can do, and that’s sleep, so that’s what I do. When I wake up, I can hear someone next to the box. And then this booming voice says, “Who’s in there?” Well, I recognised that voice instantly. It was Newmandalf, and so I called out my name. “Ah, Glorsimdel. I won’t ask why you’re in this box, or why you are so far from the Manor, and I won’t let you out. I need you to do a task, and you’re going to be more of a help in a box than not. I might not be able to help the hrobbits reach the Manor, so I need someone to wait at the Reohgranday for them. At least you won’t get bored and ride off when you’re in a box.” So then, before I can argue with him, he mutters some words, and I end up here.” “Wow,” said Paddy in amazement. “So your horse is in the box?” asked Rider. “Yes,” said Glorsimdel. “What, you didn’t eat it?” asked Cloddy, who could be a fool at times. “Don’t be stupid. I had my own food with me. There’s still some left in the box.” Suddenly, a voice rang out. “Rider! The ‘drapers are coming!” yelled Sal. “Glorsimdel, I need your help,” said Rider. “I need you to take this hrobbit” indicating Mikeo, “and take him as fast as you can to the Manor.” “Right.” Quickly, Glorsimdel helped his horse out of the box, and then picked up Mikeo. The sound of horses’ hooves drew closer, so Rider and the other three hrobbits hid in the nearby undergrowth. Straight after they did, nine black figures on black horses burst out of the forest. Glorsimdel spurred his horse on, and galloped across the ford. The Belldrapers followed. On the other side of the ford, Glorsimdel muttered something that Mikeo couldn’t understand, and then the waters of the Reohgronday started to flow faster across the ford. The Belldrapers, in the middle of the ford, were washed away, only a few metres away from where Mikeo sat on Glorsimdel’s horse. Once again, Mikeo blacked out… PART FIVE COMING IN A TICK -Tim- Back to top

TimHighfield Group: Members Posts: 543 Joined: Oct. 2000 Posted: Jan. 10 2002, 01:11 PART FIVE Mikeo awoke in a strange room. Light streamed through a window in a continuous cliché. The décor was tasteful, though rather minimalistic. A small table, surrounded by three wicker chairs, and a writing desk in the corner. And of course, the bed. Mikeo looked at it. He was occupying part of it, of course, but it was much larger than a hrobbit bed. It would have fitted five hrobbits, he thought, quite comfortably. “Ah, master Faggins, I see you have returned to the living world,” said a booming voice. Mikeo looked up into the beaming face of Newmandalf. “I am sorry,” Newmandalf continued, “that I could not meet you at Kee. I was caught up in other business, you see. However, I’m glad to see that Rider, and Glorsimdel, helped you.” “Where am I?” asked Mikeo. Newmandalf chuckled. “Where do you think, Mikeo? You’ve reached the Manor. In fact, since today is Friday, you’ve been here for four days.” “And the others…?” “Are here too. They arrived a day or so after you. I understand they were rather exhausted from carrying some sort of box…Anyway, you should be all right now. The people here have been giving you treatment for your wounds…Rider said something about an attack by the Belldrapers?” Mikeo nodded his head. “Can I see Sal and the others?” he asked. “Yes, you can. I’m surprised Sal isn’t here at the moment. That little hrobbit’s been here almost all the time.” And so Mikeo stepped out into the Manor. The first person he saw, though, wasn’t Sal, or Cloddy, or Paddy, or Rider, or even Glorsimdel. It was Kevo. “’ullo, Mikeo,” said Kevo, when he spotted Mikeo. “Hi Kevo,” said Mikeo. “How are you?” asked Kevo. “Fine. You?” “Good.” “That’s good.” “Um, Mikeo…” “Yes?” “Newmandalf said something to me about you…having The Bell…” “Yes?” “After all this time, do you think I could just, see it again…?” “Um…” “You don’t want to, Kevo,” said Newmandalf, strolling room behind them. Kevo visibly deflated, and then started to weep. “You’re right. I should never try to recreate the bonds that should stay broken, Newmandalf.” They walked on. Soon, Mikeo saw Sal and Paddy sitting outside a hall, having a snack. He hurried over to them, leaving Kevo and Newmandalf to talk in private. “Hello everyone,” said Mikeo. Sal spat out his drink in amazament. “You’re awake!” the hrobbit cried, and then Paddy yelled out to Cloddy, who was inside the hall, to come out and see who’d turned up. “Mikeo! Blimey. I thought we’d never see you alive again,” said Cloddy. “Hey, Mikeo, come and see this friend that Cloddy’s made,” said Paddy grinning. “Friend?” asked Mikeo, also grinning. Cloddy frowned, and said, “It’s a cat, okay? Get over it.” “Ah,” said Mikeo. “So, where’s your friend now,” asked Paddy. “The cat is in the kitchen, drinking milk,” said Cloddy, and turned away from Paddy. Later in the afternoon, they met Glorsimdel, sitting on a bench, playing with something wooden. “What is it?” asked Sal. “It’s a guitar, stupid,” said Paddy. “Where’d you get it?” asked Mikeo. “Well, you know when I got bundled into the box, that I said I got hit over the head with something wooden?” said Glorsimdel. The others nodded. “Well, this was it.” “Wacko,” said Paddy. “Can you play it?” asked Mikeo. “Not very well,” admitted Glorsimdel. “I’m going to have a look in that fellow Bedfordil’s box, see if there’s anything in there that could help. I swear, when I was in that box and the horse brushed against this, I swear I heard bagpipes.” “Bagpipes? In a box? Played by a guitar?” asked the hrobbits with disbelief. “Yep,” said Glorsimdel. “Wacko,” said Paddy. Over the next few days, Mikeo settled into life at the Manor. However, he got the impression that not all was well there, and his suspicions were confirmed when Newmandalf told him that his presence was required at a council, that was to be held the following day… TO BE CONTINUED IN PART SIX… -Tim- Back to top

raven4x4x Group: Members Posts: 1535 Joined: Jan. 2002 Posted: Feb. 04 2002, 04:58 You do blah on a bit don't you!!! I can't read it all now because my connection will time out, but it sounds like a good story, keep going!!!!!!!! -------------- Thank-you for helping us help you help us all. Back to top

Pendleburn Group: Members Posts: 19 Joined: Jan. 2002 Posted: Feb. 04 2002, 06:34 Can't wait for Part Six! This story deserves a section of it's own - what do you think Olivier? Back to top

TimHighfield Group: Members Posts: 543 Joined: Oct. 2000 Posted: June 30 2002, 19:47 Okay, I posted this yesterday but it's since disappeared... AT LONG LAST! PART SIX! The evening before the council, everyone at the Manor got together for a large meal, a bit of a drink, and some music. Glorsimdel impressed everyone with his new guitar skills, while another elf, for that was what they both were, sang beautiful songs about elven legends, including the mystery surrounding the Group with the Bare Feet. However, the highlight of Mikeo’s evening was when Kevo got up in front of everyone, and sang his story, of adventures from years before, including the events in the town of Soph T’Acheen. (At this point of his story, Kevo also managed to play a few notes on a wine bottle, before it was wrestled away by the elf who had been drinking from it at the time). The next day, Mikeo slept in, and subsequently had to be dragged half-asleep from his bed to the council, which was waiting for him to turn up. After apologising for lateness, and looking rather embarrassed, Mikeo sat down on the far side of a large table, next to Newmandalf and Kevo. “What’s this for?” whispered Mikeo to Newmandalf. “Listen and find out” was all he got as a reply. As no one looked like they were about to address the council, Mikeo took the time to look around at the gathered figures. There were men, elves, and also a few dwarfs. Just as he was about to ask Newmandalf why they were at the council, a tall elf rose. Mikeo recognised him as Telrond, a key elf figure at the Manor (and who had played some sort of flute the previous evening). “Morning all. For those of you who haven’t eaten yet, tough.” At this, Mikeo’s stomach started rumbling noisily, causing Newmandalf to hit him over the head a few times. “We have much more important business to attend to than breakfast…and besides, someone ate all the toast before anyone else got a chance.  Hmm…anyway, we have a problem. Numerous problems, in fact. But they are all related to one thing: the Virgon is back. ‘If you look around, you may see folk you recognise. I will be asking Morrimir from the land of Gongdor, Pénnig of the dwarfs and Fengolas of the elves to speak about news from their respective lands in a short while. I believe that Newmandalf wishes to speak about his fellow wizard Saruhorn. I beg you, please be concise- we do not have time to waste.” With this, Telrond sat down, and Morrimir rose. He was a tall man, rather pert in Mikeo’s view, and a habit of drumming his fingers on his chair. “Friends, I come from Gongdor, a land to the south of here and neighbouring the land of Mordough. Over recent times, we in the south have seen the rise of the Virgon and the Dark Powers, and, frankly, we are worried. Our cause has not been helped by the fact that forces from Mordough have started war in the most easterly parts of our land. We need help- whether it be more men, or inspiration. In Gongdor we have a legend about a man who can hear music, when others may hear nothing. He is our lost leader, in the line of the Golden Figures. A representation of a golden figure, unfortunately broken, has, supposedly been passed on along the line, while the Golden Figures have been out of Gongdor. If the representation be here, or if anyone here knows of it, we wish it be returned to Gongdor, as a sort of tonic for the troops. If not, I will return to my land regardless, and hope to halt the Dark movement out of Mordough.” When Morrimir had finished, he sat down as Telrond had done before. Mikeo whispered to Newmandalf, “What’s with all these legends. Isn’t this one like most of the others, especially our hrobbit ones?” “What do you mean?” asked Newmandalf. “Well, it’s obviously only a fairytale, innit?” Suddenly, Rider stood up from his corner, where he had previously looked extremely bored. “I know something,” he said… NEXT PART (NUMBER SEVEN) COMING SOON Back to top

gino Unregistered Posted: July 02 2002, 15:34 what is the key my game asked me for the key Back to top

raven4x4x Group: Members Posts: 1535 Joined: Jan. 2002 Posted: July 04 2002, 06:05 I'm very glad you started writing again! You should make a book! -------------- Thank-you for helping us help you help us all. Back to top

Ugo Group: Members Posts: 5495 Joined: April 2000 Posted: July 08 2002, 16:50 Yeah, Timmie, why don't U get it professionally published somewhere on the Web? Just like (Tubular)bill(s) did with his horror stuff?     P.S.: You'll soon receive a post from me concernin' explanations of names in your parody, 'cause I lost your previous one. -------------- Ugo C. - a devoted Amarokian Back to top

TimHighfield Group: Members Posts: 543 Joined: Oct. 2000 Posted: July 18 2002, 07:33 Ugo, I'm still waiting... PART SEVEN… “What is it, Murraygorn?” asked Telrond. “I know a) who ate the toast this morning, and b) about the golden figure,” replied the figure in the corner. “Go on…” Rider cleared his throat, and stepped up to the table. “This is a rather lengthy tale, so I’ll try to keep it as short and simple as possible, and try not to burst into song too much,” he declared. After this last pledge, Mikeo turned to Newmandalf, and asked why Rider might burst into song anyway. “It’s a mystery to me” was the reply from the wizard. Rider continued. “Just so that no one tries to put the blame on anyone else…the toast was eaten by the hrobbits Clodaghrin and Padraig earlier this morning. Now, the golden figure. I have heard the legend before, of course, as have many of you gathered here. It helps to know the legend, I feel without meaning to be cryptic, when you are part of it. What I mean is- I have the golden figure.” And with that, he placed on the table a rather heavy, impressive and above all shiny figure. Morrimir rose quickly, knocking a dwarf seated next to him out of his chair. “How did you come across this?” he demanded. Telrond also rose, and spoke quickly: “We will tell you later, Morrimir, but for the benefit of everyone else here, can we hear what the others have to say first? It is rather important. How about, um,” there was a slight pause, and Mikeo was sure he heard ‘eeny meeny miny mo’ at one point “Pénnig.” The dwarf rose- though not very far, being a dwarf. “Um, can I stand on a chair or the table, please?” asked Pénnig after an awkward silence as everyone else realised that the table was taller than the speaker. Telrond nodded, and Pénnig was quickly lifted onto the table. “I do not come bearing good news,” the dwarf began. “For many years before my life began, we dwarfs had mined gold and silver in the Bôx’d Mountains, at a site we knew as Argia. It was a very profitable site, and so the majority of our operations were centred in Argia. However, we overused the site- our shafts went too far, I think is what our excuse is, and some unknown terror was disturbed by our mining. We lost much equipment, our profits disappeared, and many lives were lost. Since that day, we hadn’t mined in Argia. Until recently. About twenty-five years ago, in the middle of a period of disquiet in our realm, many dwarfs, especially the elder ones, began to dream of Argia once more. It was a glorious site, they’d say, the mountains glowing in the Omma Dawn, the riches coming from the shafts, the strange tunnel that led nowhere…and eventually, a party of dwarfs set off for Argia. And about five, ten years ago, we lost contact with them. But that is not all. Earlier this year, we received a visit from a dark rider, from Mordough. It was very strange, and spooky, for he was enquiring about hrobbits. Apparently, one had something, stolen it I think the rider said, from the Virgon. A bell, it was, but nothing special, or so he claimed, but it would be worth our while if we could provide it or information on it. There had been some association with the hrobbit in question and the dwarfs in the past, and it was known to those in Mordough. We said we’d think about it. The rider has been back twice, and will return for a final time soon. We do not trust those from Mordough after events in the past, and think that the hrobbit is in danger, especially since we are not going to give any information to the rider. But we are wondering about the Bell.” Telrond rose once more. “This is most disturbing,” he began, before a figure at the opposite end of the table rose angrily. “You can say that again,” said Kevo. “It’s me they’re after, and you know it.” The elf nodded, and then said: “We are rapidly running out of time. If Mordough is really becoming more active, then we need to get on with this. I’m guessing that you too have bad news, Fengolas, so can we hear it now?” READ IT IN PART EIGHT, READY SOONISH Back to top

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