A Phone Call With Elrond PART FOUR (in Fanfiction)
ELROND: Hey, that’s an insult! MIRANDA: Sorry. ELROND (casually): Soooo, what’s gonna happen in the…War of the Ring, did you say? MIRANDA: I’m not going to tell you! You’d ruin…
ELROND: Hey, that’s an insult! MIRANDA: Sorry. ELROND (casually): Soooo, what’s gonna happen in the…War of the Ring, did you say? MIRANDA: I’m not going to tell you! You’d ruin…
Elrond finishes up coucil, sits down in chair and sighs. ELROND: This has not been my day. Suddenly, flash of light from behind him makes him turn and get out…
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…cell phone and dialed ChaseÂ’s number. It rang for a minute, until the producerÂ’s voice was heard on the other end. “Hello?” “Gandalf?” Lori asked. “Yes?” “I thought this was…