Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Miscalculation |
| XI. Cue: Contrasts in humor “Look at these!” Pippin exclaimed. “Wigs!” said Merry, holding one up. “And this one looks just like....” That evening the younger Hobbits fetched away meals for themselves. When the company entered the Hall of Fire, it was to find what appeared to be a very small Elrond seated in his chair. “Mithrandito!” he bellowed. An equally small wizard appeared and delivered into Gandalf’s hands a particularly large pipe. Somehow no one seemed surprised when it exploded with a flash and a cloud of smoke. “No sense of humor,” sighed Pippin as they scrubbed the floor with nailbrushes. Their guard snickered. |