~MESPT Quotes~

Frodo: Well if you aren't going to put any effort into this, I'm going to go commune with my Chunky Gardeners monthly.

And fucking cry!


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Éomer:

*sexy grin* I was clearly the true star of the movie. Who saved the day? EOMER SON OF EOMUND, that's who. Gandalf? Feh. You want to know the ugly truth? We had to fish him out of a gutter in Aldburg and sober him back up before he could stay a-horse for more five minutes' gallop without vomiting all over Shady's mane -- that's why we weren't there on the FOURTH morning.

<3

Bilbo:

I have stolen Fatty's hat! And for an evil purpose. An evil humping purpose. [cackles and scurries down a random laundry chute]

Frodo:

I'm going to trying to find the best death pose on the dirt floor here, so I can look good for sockpuppets when they come photograph my DEAD BODY!!

Bingo:

Now, if I were a Dark Lord, what kind of tea would I prefer? Caffeinated, I suppose. I have no idea what flavour though, so I best check to see that we are stocked up on a variety.

The Corsairs of Umbar:	....thoom....Thoom....THOOM... Our Lovely Queen has given us some new toys! Look at our lovely toys! So long, so bronze, and marked with the Eye! Wheee! And we've got 18 per broadside! Isn't it lovely? ...thoom....Thoom....THOOM.... Now, we aren't Canon puppets....We're CANNON puppets! Hey! Look! Saruman has those ugly things sticking out of the water! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Saruman:	I'm sending you an invoice for those.

Thoom!

Some of the more recent entries got deleted after I tried fixing some formating problems (who else didn't know you couldn't backdate community entries?), so I apologize for that. I have also had my own computer problems (as in not having one for 6 weeks). Add to this, every time I've been ready to post the next quote, 6A has had some brainfart/attack of moral outrage and gone into a journal-deleting frenzy. It came to the point I didn't want to post until I could be assured that this community wouldn't be sent to the void if some upright citizen decided that posts about elf-wereturkeys being roasted alive was offensive.

Now that I've downloaded all the programs necessary to backing up an LJ to another site, I see that LJ *communities* cannot be backed up without Python, Linux, and/or a Mac OS. *headdesk* Can anyone assist me with this? I already have the backup journal set up.

That said...

Elladan:	Ah shit; I knew I shoulda kept my beak (relative and literal) shut. I'm now stuck inside this Dutch oven while Granmanan prepares the leeks. Help help help help....
Tilion:	O.O MY WERETHINGIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ...mmm, leeks.
Elladan:	Was that an offer of assistance from you or "I want his drumstick when you're finished"?
Tilion:	Mmm, drumsti-- OKAY OKAY I'LL RESCUE YOU.

mmmmturkey

Tilion:

PS: I'm not working for Orome any more so I wonder if Irmo will hire me because I haven't crashed into anything for weeks now and I spend a lot of time in his garden anyway. Except when Este chases me out with the hose. Ahahah. She's not so "gentle" when she catches me in her daisies. PPS: I'm spending the next three days naked. Don't look up.

Tilion:	I was so excited to get the Moon gig that I made a costume to wear. It was very silver and very sparkly. Then Tulkas laughed at me so hard that he passed out. Manwe made me take it off and burn it. :(:(:(
Tulkas:	Sorry about laughing at you. I was trying to keep from asking to borrow it It just looked so... wonderful fucking stupid.
Tilion:	It was SILVER. Silver never looks stupid. I did NOT look like a baked potato, I was sexy!

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Celandine Brandybuck:	Earendil's Star. *points upward* It gives us all hope. Thank you.
Feanaro:	*total, ominous silence for about 30 seconds* *lightly* Will have to kill him. *eyes narrow* Not his.
Celandine Brandybuck:	*blinks, goes wide-eyed, bites her lip* Maybe he's just borrowing it? You have to admit, he picked a good spot for an exhibit.
Feanaro:	*looks completely unconvinced and slightly bloodthirsty*

Feanor+Silmarils=OTP

Niphredil:	Ada?
Eomer:	*scoops up* *cuddles* Yes, cecil min?
Niphredil:	Ada! *kisses his chin*
Eomer:	Awwww...you been good for your mama?
Niphredil:	*nods and makes a sound that resembles something vaguely Sindarin*
Eomer:	*over at Luthien* I need to start teaching her MY language.
Luthien:	You should. Teach her small words for now. *grins*
Eomer:	*catches the child's tiny hands in mine to get her attention* Niphy, you like horses? Horsey? *does a pretty good imitation of a whinny*
Niphredil:	Eek! :D
Eomer:	I think she's got it. All right, sayyyyy... "mearh." Meeee-arrrr.
Niphredil:	Meah!
Eomer:	Yes! *seriously* And what sound does a mearh make? *bouncing the child lightly on my knee*
Niphredil:	Pbbbffft!
Eomer:	Nooooo...well, okay, sometimes. Like this. *makes a big "PBBBHHHHTTT" snort in Niphy's hair*
Niphredil:	*squeals and grabs his nose*
Eomer:	Ow. *whinnies again, then licks Niphy's wrist messily*
Niphredil:	Eeeeeeeee! *waves her wrist around, trying to get the Éospit off* Pbbbfft!
Luthien:	*watches and smiles*
Eomer:	*glances aside to catch Luthien's expression and grins* I'll have her galloping around on all fours soon enough.
Luthien:	She already loves to crawl around. Teach her to walk on two legs. *laughs*

Bilbo:	[makes sweet love to Faramir's boots]
Faramir:	*donates boots to charity, walks home barefoot*
Bilbo:	.....DON'T YOU BELIEVE IN THE SWEET LOVE OF A HOBBIT FOR A MAN'S BOOTS?! HUH?!?! I LOVED THEM!!! I WAS GOING TO MARRY THEM AND HAVE LITTLE HOB-BOOT CHILDREN!!!! [sobs and throws lint before floating away]

Frodo:

I have been smited with flowers out my head, set fire to, and there is shit... literal shit in my hair right now. Time to beat some Gamgees. Tolman has been covered, but the rest of you [save Elanor because I like her] line up! Your father will be here with the frying pan in a moment. Hold still, so I can enjoy this.

Bingo:

In any event, we are having a party tomorrow at Back End to celebrate the incoming year. And I am sorry, but I am determined that no one in this smial is going to take a little hike to Mordor and be able to say they cannot remember the taste of strawberries--I do not care how forlorn and uber-angsty it makes you sound--that is Positively Forbidden! And I have chocolate to enforce that mandate!