Ok, guys this is it for this part, the last chapter...
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Pippin stared into the glowing orb in horror. The eye simply blinked, "Well, who are you?"
He tried to speak, but found that his voice would not respond. Instead he sat there and gaped, while the eye narrowed in frustration.
"This is Saruman's Palentir, what are you doing with it?"
Pippin continued to gape, his eyes bulging in terror. They eye continued to bore into him for a few seconds, until it widened with a sudden revelation.
"Oh, I get it! You're that little punk who's got my ring! Saruman caught you didn't he?"
There was a vicious peel of laughter which made Pippin cold to his very core. He tried desperately to cry out, shut his eyes something to get away from this horror.
"Ok, ok," said the voice, which then made sounds, like someone clearing his throat. The fact that it didn't seem to have a throat made it even more disturbing to Pippin.
"Ok," it said again, "now I am ready to terrify you."
There was a rumble, and the eye turned a bloody shade of red, the voice became even deeper, more ominous and Pippin felt that this was it, he was dead.
"Now you will feel the wrath of ----BEEEP!"
The eye suddenly vanished, and in it's place was the little box, and on it, it said, "We're sorry, but your connection has been disconnected, because the user of this palentir has not paid his bill. If you wish to continue, you must pay a fee of---"
The box was interrupted, and there followed a long string of beeps and static, before the eye reappeared.
"Damn it Saruman! I told you to pay that bill! Alright," it said, narrowing the eye on Pippin,"I am NOT fooling around anymore, I am going to terrify you until your insides turn to stone, and your eyes burst from your head. You're soul will be trapped, forever in terror, in your body."
Gandalf meanwhile was having a very bizarre dream about skipping through a land where the sun was shining, everything was a multitude of nerve- jangling colors, and gumdrops (whatever the hell those were), were growing on the trees. There was also something about a "bad mister wolf", before he began to realize something was up.
Thankfully, he was awoken from this sickening dream by an ear-splitting scream, which shattered the fantasy. He woke up, and realized that the round, hard thing he had been holding, was now suddenly soft, squishy and bear-shaped.
"Oh, hello Gandalf, I trust you are enjoying your bed-time story!" said an annoyingly high-pitched voice.
Gandalf got up, throwing the bear from him in disgust.
"Oh all right fine," said Teddy, "but you were sucking your thumb."
"No I wasn't, and if you say I did I will turn you into a Teddy Ruxbin."
"I'll be good."
Gandalf nodded curtly, and headed over to the source of the commotion, where people were already gathering. He pushed his way through the crowd, using his amazing importance to move them aside.
Pippin was lying on the ground, staring up into the sky, gibbering madly. Next to him was the palentir, which kept repeating the same message over and over again.
"BEEEEP, we're sorry, but there has been an illegal opporation. The owner of the server, mordor.com, informs us that they are sending a Nazgul to deal with the problem. Thank you for your patience. BEEEEP"
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Pippin stared into the glowing orb in horror. The eye simply blinked, "Well, who are you?"
He tried to speak, but found that his voice would not respond. Instead he sat there and gaped, while the eye narrowed in frustration.
"This is Saruman's Palentir, what are you doing with it?"
Pippin continued to gape, his eyes bulging in terror. They eye continued to bore into him for a few seconds, until it widened with a sudden revelation.
"Oh, I get it! You're that little punk who's got my ring! Saruman caught you didn't he?"
There was a vicious peel of laughter which made Pippin cold to his very core. He tried desperately to cry out, shut his eyes something to get away from this horror.
"Ok, ok," said the voice, which then made sounds, like someone clearing his throat. The fact that it didn't seem to have a throat made it even more disturbing to Pippin.
"Ok," it said again, "now I am ready to terrify you."
There was a rumble, and the eye turned a bloody shade of red, the voice became even deeper, more ominous and Pippin felt that this was it, he was dead.
"Now you will feel the wrath of ----BEEEP!"
The eye suddenly vanished, and in it's place was the little box, and on it, it said, "We're sorry, but your connection has been disconnected, because the user of this palentir has not paid his bill. If you wish to continue, you must pay a fee of---"
The box was interrupted, and there followed a long string of beeps and static, before the eye reappeared.
"Damn it Saruman! I told you to pay that bill! Alright," it said, narrowing the eye on Pippin,"I am NOT fooling around anymore, I am going to terrify you until your insides turn to stone, and your eyes burst from your head. You're soul will be trapped, forever in terror, in your body."
Gandalf meanwhile was having a very bizarre dream about skipping through a land where the sun was shining, everything was a multitude of nerve- jangling colors, and gumdrops (whatever the hell those were), were growing on the trees. There was also something about a "bad mister wolf", before he began to realize something was up.
Thankfully, he was awoken from this sickening dream by an ear-splitting scream, which shattered the fantasy. He woke up, and realized that the round, hard thing he had been holding, was now suddenly soft, squishy and bear-shaped.
"Oh, hello Gandalf, I trust you are enjoying your bed-time story!" said an annoyingly high-pitched voice.
Gandalf got up, throwing the bear from him in disgust.
"Oh all right fine," said Teddy, "but you were sucking your thumb."
"No I wasn't, and if you say I did I will turn you into a Teddy Ruxbin."
"I'll be good."
Gandalf nodded curtly, and headed over to the source of the commotion, where people were already gathering. He pushed his way through the crowd, using his amazing importance to move them aside.
Pippin was lying on the ground, staring up into the sky, gibbering madly. Next to him was the palentir, which kept repeating the same message over and over again.
"BEEEEP, we're sorry, but there has been an illegal opporation. The owner of the server, mordor.com, informs us that they are sending a Nazgul to deal with the problem. Thank you for your patience. BEEEEP"