Yes, Merry. Well spotted.
Well I guess I can't throw rocks at that since I put my fuzzy feet in my mouth so often. But frankly... We ARE charging off to chuck a fragment ultimate evil into a volcano. In the dark land filled with orcs and other foul things.
Truly that's our "YAY we made it!" point.
Someone has to lighten things up. Point out some of the ridiculous. Honestly! Did none of the leaders of the free world in the past? Did they get some gift basket "Here's a ring. Hugs and kisses, the Dark Lord." Yes yes I know I know he was a trusted being blah blah, but no one raised an eyebrow at that?Where was I ?
Oh! Right, orcs.
I'm being carried by one and I do not approve.
I think next time we fight them (assuming Merry and I survive wherever the Uruk-hai are carting us) we should just throw soap at them, see if they scatter.Might work.
Aaaand that's a BIG horse. Hngnggggg time to run again. Shame that the bad guys never give you a chance to stretch before doing this. But, I suppose orcs are less concerned about my legs cramping and more concerned with how my legs might taste.What was...
....I want the orcs back.
RETURN TO ME O' SMELLY CANNIBALS!
At least they're not a giant tree.
Because sometimes that's just how life is. Escape orcs and being trampled by inexplicably appearing horsemen only to get caught by a tree. A giant talking tree.
Just part of the journey and all that.No seriously is no one disturbed by mobile trees? I mean it turned out he was pretty kind and all that but trees should have the decency to bloody stay put! Just. Ugh.
Are we there yet?