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So, the coalition for vapers put out a bid for offers to build a very special mod to spec........and sent to the following nations:
Israel, to the same kibbutz that makes handmade NAOT shoes.....if they can do mods like they do shoes it would be stellar!
Because the Hobbits would keep giving everything away on their birthdays, so everything they produced ended up being gifted and there wre no profits!
but alas, the fact the mods were......... very small and made of.......
petrified toadstools... there was not all that big of a market for them anyway. Just other Hobbits and after the gifted each other their own and passed around and around. Everyone of the hobbits had one but nobody else wanted them anyway, except that one fellow........
petrified toadstools... there was not all that big of a market for them anyway. Just other Hobbits and after the gifted each other their own and passed around and around. Everyone of the hobbits had one but nobody else wanted them anyway, except that one fellow........
Gandalf, who just so happened to be very interested in an E-pipe. He knew that were an expensive gimmick but, if anyone knew how to acquire a good one - it was a hobbit. He'd come calling to The Shire and to Frodo Baggins to secure the "one true e-pipe". He knew he couldn't do it alone. He needed a burglar. No one knew how to burgle better than a hobbit, so it seemed the best choice. In order to get a magical e-pipe, though, they would have to form a fellowship of friends. So it was decided that they would go to a vape meet in Rivendell. All they took with them was the following 11 items:
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An invisible cloak that would work only for five minutes after vapor was blown on it.
An invisible cloak that would work only for five minutes after vapor was blown on it.
8) a dwarvish timepiece that could tell the time in 3 different time zones
9) a pre-paid elven communication rock with 60 minutes on it
10) a pony with 2 tails, because one just isn't enough
11) a quill, parchment, and an inkpot to write down their adventures
As they came to the Rivendell Vape Meet, they were happy to find all of their friends were in attendance. The whole of the elven valley was awash in the tastiest vapors Middle-Earth had ever seen! Forming the fellowship had never been easier, as no amiable people were ever found on any earth that could compare to the kind spirits of a vaper.
They all decided to join together as one in this mission to help their good friend Gandalf to quit smoking for good, and to find his ultimate PV to help him do that. Elrond gifted Gandalf with a masterpiece of an e-pipe, but unfortunately all of its magic batteries were dead forever. But all was not lost! They decided the one-true epipe must be thrown into Mount Doom in order to charge the battery for eternity. It was the only way to help their friend, and they would not be discouraged! But the road to Mordor was fraught with danger. They would never make it there alive. There had to be a better way. They stayed up all night long, drinking, and vaping the tastiest ejuices the forestkin had to offer, and the dwarves sang their brave song.
Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere break of day,
To seek our pale e-pipe of gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells,
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.
For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught,
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.
On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, on Kanthal wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.
Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim the one true e-pipe of gold.
Goblets they carved there for themselves,
And harps of gold, where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.
The e-pipes were roaring on the heights,
The wind was moaning in the night,
The glow was red, in vaping spread,
The coils like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale,
And men looked up with faces pale.
The dragon's ire, more fierce than fire,
Laid low their towers and houses frail.
The mountain vaped beneath the moon.
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled the hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the Misty Mountains grim,
To dungeons deep and caverns dim,
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our one true e-pipe from him!
Under the Mountain dark and tall,
The King has come unto his hall!
His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread,
And ever so his foes shall fall!
The sword is sharp, the spear is long,
The arrow swift, the Gate is strong.
The heart is bold that looks on gold;
The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.
On silver necklaces they strung
The light of stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, from twisted wire
The melody of harps they wrung.
The mountain throne once more is freed!
O! Wandering folk, the summons heed!
Come haste! Come haste! Across the waste!
The king of friend and kin has need.
Now call we over the mountains cold,
Come back unto the caverns old!
Here at the gates the king awaits,
His hands are rich with e-pipes of gold.
The king has come unto his hall
Under the Mountain dark and tall.
The Worm of Dread is slain and dead,
And ever so our foes shall fall!
As the sun rose, they had found their plan.
Instead of walking all the way down to Mordor, they decided on a different route. Knowing that Gandalf had eagle friends at the Aerie that would fly him anywhere at a moment's notice, the Fellowship decided to call in the favor and fly first class straight to Mordor, without any connecting flights. The TSA didn't even touch their naughty bits before getting onto the birds.
After a long flight they arrived at Mt. Doom without incident and threw in the One True E-Pipe. And then the most magical thing that could ever happen in this world, or any world for that matter, happened...
(whoever takes the next post, please remember that it's the final post, so please make it a great ending!
)
9) a pre-paid elven communication rock with 60 minutes on it
10) a pony with 2 tails, because one just isn't enough
11) a quill, parchment, and an inkpot to write down their adventures
As they came to the Rivendell Vape Meet, they were happy to find all of their friends were in attendance. The whole of the elven valley was awash in the tastiest vapors Middle-Earth had ever seen! Forming the fellowship had never been easier, as no amiable people were ever found on any earth that could compare to the kind spirits of a vaper.
They all decided to join together as one in this mission to help their good friend Gandalf to quit smoking for good, and to find his ultimate PV to help him do that. Elrond gifted Gandalf with a masterpiece of an e-pipe, but unfortunately all of its magic batteries were dead forever. But all was not lost! They decided the one-true epipe must be thrown into Mount Doom in order to charge the battery for eternity. It was the only way to help their friend, and they would not be discouraged! But the road to Mordor was fraught with danger. They would never make it there alive. There had to be a better way. They stayed up all night long, drinking, and vaping the tastiest ejuices the forestkin had to offer, and the dwarves sang their brave song.
Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere break of day,
To seek our pale e-pipe of gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells,
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.
For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught,
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.
On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, on Kanthal wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.
Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim the one true e-pipe of gold.
Goblets they carved there for themselves,
And harps of gold, where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.
The e-pipes were roaring on the heights,
The wind was moaning in the night,
The glow was red, in vaping spread,
The coils like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale,
And men looked up with faces pale.
The dragon's ire, more fierce than fire,
Laid low their towers and houses frail.
The mountain vaped beneath the moon.
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled the hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the Misty Mountains grim,
To dungeons deep and caverns dim,
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our one true e-pipe from him!
Under the Mountain dark and tall,
The King has come unto his hall!
His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread,
And ever so his foes shall fall!
The sword is sharp, the spear is long,
The arrow swift, the Gate is strong.
The heart is bold that looks on gold;
The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.
On silver necklaces they strung
The light of stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, from twisted wire
The melody of harps they wrung.
The mountain throne once more is freed!
O! Wandering folk, the summons heed!
Come haste! Come haste! Across the waste!
The king of friend and kin has need.
Now call we over the mountains cold,
Come back unto the caverns old!
Here at the gates the king awaits,
His hands are rich with e-pipes of gold.
The king has come unto his hall
Under the Mountain dark and tall.
The Worm of Dread is slain and dead,
And ever so our foes shall fall!
As the sun rose, they had found their plan.
Instead of walking all the way down to Mordor, they decided on a different route. Knowing that Gandalf had eagle friends at the Aerie that would fly him anywhere at a moment's notice, the Fellowship decided to call in the favor and fly first class straight to Mordor, without any connecting flights. The TSA didn't even touch their naughty bits before getting onto the birds.
After a long flight they arrived at Mt. Doom without incident and threw in the One True E-Pipe. And then the most magical thing that could ever happen in this world, or any world for that matter, happened...
(whoever takes the next post, please remember that it's the final post, so please make it a great ending!
)
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