"It's so dark here ... and stuffy ..." Legolas wailed. "Quiet!" Echoed from the others through the empty large stone halls. Legolas snorted. "Tse ... how am I supposed to comb my hair when it's so dark ?!" They finally reached Balin's grave. "Ah! Light!" Legolas ran straight to the only source of light, took out the mirror and comb and checked his hairstyle.
A grumble like: "Who came up with the stupid idea to take the elves with them ?!" "I hate elves!" "Eh everything fagot!" "Everything banausen!" Came the young, chic elf prince from the Mirkwood. At that moment Pippin screwed up the skeleton and orcs + a cave troll interfered as well. "Och menno ... you can't even do your hair in peace ...", the Elf grumbled from the bleak forest.
After a small incident (shot at by orcs, followed by a Balrog who also dragged Gandalf down with him, if anyone should care ... * yawn *), they all came out safely ... except for Gandalf ..."We have to go on!" Said Aragorn. "That doesn't work ..." All now looked at the small, chic blond boy. "What ?!" came from everyone at the same time. "That doesn't work! ... I've lost my comb ..." "You don't mean it!" "Yes, it is ... and my name is not Ernst ... We have to go back ... I don't go without my comb! "You saw that you couldn't stand a stubborn Elf and so the theater started all over again.
"I hope for you you know where you lost it!" Growled Aragorn.