Lord of the Rings Roleplay

_There are so many people running around! I go to the center of the earth for one minuet, and the place gets overrun!_ *Transforms into a boy* "Hello? If anyone there? Come out so I can kill... I mean... fill you with... umm.. delight!"

As Venjo charged at the hobbit maiden, he was filled with surprise as she suddenly jerked back and forth between to positions repeatedly, like a bad GIF. Realizing that this was what happened when characters were abandoned, Venjo noticed the little boy in the cave for the first time. Wondering how he escaped the balrog, he grunted loudly and stumbled forward, swinging his ax wildly.

"Careful how you swing that thing! You might accidentally chop off someone's head or something. You really should be more careful. Didn't your orc-parents ever teach you not to run with axes?"

stumbles onto the scene, still unaware that Eliora has been on her head the whole time Excuse me, have either of you seen– Oh my.

"I know, right? These orcs are just insane. Do they even have anything in that lump on their shoulders? Honestly, how do you orcs even think with all that yelling and roaring and snarling and all those other useless things you do?"

"I know, right? These orcs are just insane. Do they even have anything in that lump on their shoulders? Honestly, how do you orcs even think with all that yelling and roaring and snarling and all those other useless things you do?"

Venjo the cave troll snarls at being called an orc. He scratches his head, trying to decide whether to attack the chicken lady or the little boy.

"No, no, no. You don't stop to think in the middle of a battle. Here let me show you, orc. Actually you seem a little dumb for an orc. Maybe your one of those troll things. Anyway, stand up straight and stare into your victims. You have to extrude fear. The dramatic presence is everything. Definitely do not scratch your head. That's very unscary. Then lift your club, or whatever you have, and make a quick, precise smash. Are you listening to me? Stop scratching your head! If you can't pull off the scary evil monster look, at least get angry or something."

"I know, right? These orcs are just insane. Do they even have anything in that lump on their shoulders? Honestly, how do you orcs even think with all that yelling and roaring and snarling and all those other useless things you do?"

I honestly don't want to know. I have a very strong urge to get out of here. slowly backs away

"No, no, no. You don't _stop_ to think in the middle of a battle. Here let me show you, orc. Actually you seem a little dumb for an orc. Maybe your one of those troll things. Anyway, stand up straight and stare into your victims. You have to extrude fear. The dramatic presence is everything. Definitely do _not_ scratch your head. That's very unscary. Then lift your club, or whatever you have, and make a quick, precise smash. Are you listening to me? Stop scratching your head! If you can't pull off the scary evil monster look, at least get angry or something."

Venjo continues to scratch his head, wondering why this little boy knows so much about being evil. Following his advice, however, he tries to make an evil look, which ends up looking more like a cross between Elvis sneering and Elvis grimacing. He then proceeds to lift his ax, and swings it at the chicken hobbit woman.

"No, no, no. You don't _stop_ to think in the middle of a battle. Here let me show you, orc. Actually you seem a little dumb for an orc. Maybe your one of those troll things. Anyway, stand up straight and stare into your victims. You have to extrude fear. The dramatic presence is everything. Definitely do _not_ scratch your head. That's very unscary. Then lift your club, or whatever you have, and make a quick, precise smash. Are you listening to me? Stop scratching your head! If you can't pull off the scary evil monster look, at least get angry or something."

*Venjo continues to scratch his head, wondering why this little boy knows so much about being evil. Following his advice, however, he tries to make an evil look, which ends up looking more like a cross between Elvis sneering and Elvis grimacing. He then proceeds to lift his ax, and swings it at the chicken hobbit woman.*

screams and runs
realizes that Eliora is on her head and has managed to lay an egg there
hurls the egg at the troll's face, hitting him in the eye