| Scene 5- (Continued) |
| One: Now come on child. That little man stole something that belongs to our boss... Five: Yeah! A ring! One: (Kicks five in the shin) Um, yes dear. We�re...travelling jewellers...and the ring that the thief is wearing was stolen from our boss... Arwen: Really? One: Yes, child. He was a very naughty thief, wasn�t he lads? Other Wraiths: (Put on deep, business-like voice, and mutter) Oh yes..mmm yes...naughty thief...ooo-argh.... One: So you see, we need to have it back. Arwen: Then how come you lot look like the Wraiths? One: Well...erm..oh we just look like them by sheer coincidence! Arwen: Honestly? One: Yes. We�re very nice and kind men, aren�t we lads? Other Wraiths: (As before): Oh yes...mmm nice men..sheer coincidence....yes...ooo-argh... One: So dear, we need him. Arwen: Oh okay. But my horsie is very tired and you will need to come across. Frodo: (Weak voice) Arwen...they�re Wraiths! Arwen: Silly little man! Of course they�re not! They�re very nice travelling jewellers. Didn�t you hear them? (Kisses Frodo on the cheek) Frodo: Oh bloody hell.... the fate of Middle-Earth sacrificed by some pantie-clad elven bimbo.... ( As the Wraith�s cross, the ford becomes a raging torrent of horse-shaped-waves) Frodo: Um..Arwen...I think we just better carry on... Arwen: Oh dear. (Arwen and Frodo keep going, with Aragorn and the other hobbits now following them.) (Back at the ford, the Wraiths all get up, and look at their clothes and dead horses) One: Oh Sugarlump! (Hugs his horse) Oh dear Sugarlaump... Three: Your horse was named Sugarlamp? One: Um...I mean oh Black Lightning! Dear dear Black Lightning! Two: We�re wet...our horses are dead..we�re over a good few leauges from Mordor..and the boss will not be very happy... Six: Well, we just walk back there, and gather up our flying beasts. One: Yeah. It�ll be good to see little Goldie again... Eight: Your fell-beast is called Goldie? One: I mean Dreaded Claw. Yes yes, it�ll be good to see Dreaded Claw again. |
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