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| My Legolas Poem, the MST; Read it here | |
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| Maevainwen Adaniel | Aug 10 2011, 01:22 AM Post #1 |
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Title: My Legolas Poem, the MST Author: Maevainwen Adaniel Rating: K Genre: MST, Humor Text it is based on: My Legolas Poem by The Hell Brat Characters: Maevainwen and fellow sporkers. Summary: A crappy poem Warnings: Bad poetry Review here Erestor awoke the next morning to the sound of bagpipes. With his hands covering his ears to block out the infernal noise, he staggered into the kitchen where Mae was attempting making coffee, still in her pyjamas. She had dark circles under her eyes and her recently redyed hair was mussed and slightly curly. “Mae?” The elf lord asked, raising an eyebrow. “Mffbrughf” she replied, rubbing her eyes and yawning. A particularly piercing note rang out and she clutched her head and bashed her forehead against the bench. Erestor groaned and shut his eyes for a moment before taking her arm and sitting her down at the table. Jareth stumbled into the room and collapsed at the table, “Coffee…” he dramatically gasped before covering his ears once again and growling under his breath. Erestor sighed and put four paper cups on the table before bringing the percolator and sitting down. The door burst open as Bob glided in, followed by an Uruk with a pair of Bagpipes. Jar Jar looked up from behind the couch, eyelid twitching. The Uruk stopped, grinning at the team evilly. Bob cleared his throat, making sure he had the attention of all the team members. “You are lucky,” he smirked, “I thought that I would give you a break from Fearowyn today.” His announcement was met by silence, as the team’s scrambled brains tried to comprehend what he had just said. “You only have a very short one shot to do today instead.” “No hyphens?” Mae asked tentatively. “No hyphens.” Mae attempted a grin. “Let’s get it done then.” She stood up and walked unsteadily to the theatre. The rest followed her, Jareth grabbing the percolator and paper cups. They all huddled at the back of the theatre as the words slowly scrolled down the screen. Disclaimer: I do not own Legolas. I wish I did but I don't. Mae: *mutters* Well goody for him. At least he doesn’t have to sit here and read crappy poems. *scowls* Jareth: I’m sure he doesn’t wish you own him. Legolas Mae: *dramatically flutters her eyelashes at Erestor* *high pitched sue voice* Oh Legolas!!1!! *gracefully swoons into his arms* Erestor: Uh… *awkwardly holds Mae* Jar Jar: *stage whisper* Yousa supposed to fall in love at first sight. ![]() Erestor: *rolls his eyes and mutters* This is so undignified… *love struck Stu voice* Oh Mae!!1!1!! Let’s get Married!!1!1!1!!!! Mae: Oh Legolas!1!!!1! Let’s do!1!!1! Jareth: Hey Erestor! You have to kiss her now. *grin* Erestor: *normal voice* Do I have to?Mae: *bottom lip trembles* Erestor: *sighs deeply* *quickly kisses Mae on the cheek* Mae: *hugs Erestor and sits back down* Love of my life for reasons untold Jar Jar: Like the fact hesa never knew you? Everlasting songs of gold Mae: Like the dwarves in Discworld!! :lol: They LOVE singing about gold! Gaining more and more love for you Of our old life and our life anew, Erestor: What happened to correct punctuation? *sighs* Jareth: I think we buried it a long, long time ago. *sad nod* Legends of immortal fear Mae: Fear of What? The PPC? The Balrog? Peanut butter? A voice is ringing oh-so-clear All: Wha? Several times over my beating heart tells me I have my love for you down to an art. Erestor: That’s it? ![]() Mae: Apparently so. *pulls out her laptop* I’m going to kill that author… Bob: Mae…if you do that, I’ll be forced to let Hamish keep playing the bagpipes. Jareth: *snickers* Hamish? Hamish: *brandishes the bagpipes* Erestor: Everyone…just back out of the theatre…slowly… *Everyone backs out, then start running when they reach the hall* Bob: *calls* I will see you all tomorrow morning, nice and early. Jar Jar: Early?!? *despairing sigh* Mae: Well, we have all the rest of today to sleep… *immediately walks to the couch and lies down* I knew I was smart to stay in my PJ’s *grin* Jareth: *rolls his eyes* Good night everyone *wanders off to his room* Erestor: *murmurs to Jar Jar* Why do you think he is being so nice today? It is really quite disturbing to think what will come tomorrow… Jar Jar: Urgh, mesa know… *sigh* good night ‘Restor *leaves the room* Erestor: *rubs his forehead* Good night *goes to his room and falls asleep* |
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*normal voice* Do I have to?
*bottom lip trembles*
*hugs Erestor and sits back down*



3:13 PM Jul 11