Lord of the Rings:
The Dating Game
Our players- Frodo Baggins, Merry Brandybuck, and Aragorn something-or-other
Our lady in search of her man- Arwen Evenstar
Host- Welcome, welcome, welcome! How are you all doing boys?
Frodo- Its mine, All MINE! *laughs crazily*
Host- Whoa, boy, DOWN!
Merry- Hello and welcome to the Merry show! Today we're going to interview...urm,my foot! Foot, how are you today? *muffled* Oh Merry, if you ONLY knew....
Host- Ummmmmm....right! Okay, then, moving on!
Aragorn- Hi, my names Aragorn. And Strider. And Dunedan. And Elessar. Oh dear me, I am SO confused. Who am I and why must I become king?!?
Host- Hmm, I dunno. ANYWAY! Lets bring out our lady, the beautiful Arwen!
Arwen- *coming out warily* Uh, hello. Namarie!
Host- Now you must pick amongst these three men, Frodo, Merry and Aragorn, with questions written up by our audience and tossed into this bowl.
Arwen- I dont get to pick my own questions?
Host- No, this is the UNFAIR version of the Dating Game.
Arwen- Oh. Um. K. *picks from the bowl* You have got to be kidding me! 'If you owned an oliephant, where would you keep it?' That is just ridiculous!!!!
Frodo- Oo! Oo!
Arwen- Bachelor #1?
Frodo- In a cheese grater!
Arwen- What????
Frodo- Oliephant makes GOOOOOD cheese!!!!
Merry- Yay verrily!
Arwen- That is both disturbing and frightening. Bachelor #3?
Aragorn- I would set it free in the ocean...
Arwen- Er, thats kind of sweet. Kind of creepy, too. Next question is....*picks* 'If you could be any color, what color would you be?'
Frodo- Gold. Just like my preciousssssss...
Arwen- Um. Scary. Bachelor #2?
Merry- I'd be a rainbow.
Arwen- Thats more than one color though.
Merry- So? What are trying to say?
Arwen- Nothing, nevermind. Bachelor #3?
Aragorn- I'm like a beige/pink color. My butt though is....
Arwen- I uh, get the point. Next question! *picks* What is the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow?' Huh? Um, alright, bachelor #1?
Frodo- One. Like my ring. It is the One ring. *laughs hysterically, so much so that he falls off his stool and knocks himself unconscious*
Arwen- Thank God! Next!
Merry- Ow...ow...brain spasm....thinking....hurts....ow...ow....
Arwen- Yeah, I figured as much. Last but not least, Aragorn?
Aragorn- I can only count up to 20 cause thats how many fingers and toes that I have. So, yep, 20.
Host- Okay now, Arwen, you must pick one these three young men to go on your date to Mount Doom with. Will it be...
Frodo- *gurgling and drooling* My precioussss.....
Host- Or will it be....
Merry- *rubbing his head* Thats okay, thats okay...false alarm. No harm done to the old noggin!
Host- Or is it going to be....
Aragorn- I haven't yet figured out how I even came to be here....
*Suddenly, Legolas springs out from behind a fake bush and whisks away Arwen, swinging off upon a pine tethered to the ceiling*
Merry- Hey, your not supposed to do that!
Frodo- Preciousss?! Where did you go?!?!?! *runs around screaming as Aragorn fondles the ring*
Aragorn- Oooooo, shiny.
Host- And thats all we have left on 'The Dating Game'! See you next time, folks!
(Frodo is strangling poor Aragorn whilst Merry is terribly confused on where his foot has gone off to)
Host- This television show brought to you by : Lembas bread! *music starts* Lembas bread- yummy, yummy!
The End
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