Jaynaé Marie

Legolas: Oh no...We’re in trouble.

Thranduil: They adore me. Who wouldn’t?

Aragorn: Lord Celeborn. Lady Galadriel.

Celeborn: Haldir, what is this about?

Haldir: They come from Rivendell. They are the Nine Walkers--the Fellowship of the Ring.

Celeborn: I can count. I only see two men, four hobbits one elf and a dwarf. That is only eight. Where is Gandalf?

Aragorn: He got lost.

Galadriel: Legolas, this has happened before.

Legolas: Yes, My Lady. Once that I can remember.

Thranduil: So you are telling me Gandalf just left you and your company to wander alone into my kingdom where you could get attacked at any moment by  an orc, a spider or one of my over zealous elven guards protecting my palace?

Thorin: Pretty much.

Radagast: Gandalf, why do you do that?

Gandalf: Do what?

Radagast: Start something and leave in the middle of it?

Gandalf: I did not leave in the middle of anything. I just leave precisely when I mean to which is often right before something is about to happen that will test their strength and their will to survive and work together toward a common goal.

Radagast: You got scared, didn’t you?

Gandalf: Never. Though I am not very fond of spiders and I am afraid Galadriel glows a little too bright in Lothlórien for me. She’s fine in Rivendell, however.

PJ: I need a favor.

Legolas: Okay.

Bard: What can we do for you?

PJ: I need to know the whole story about you two and your siblings and your father.

Legolas: The short version or the long version?

Bard: I am partial to the middle version.

Legolas: Well, true, it is Middle Earth.

PJ: Just give it to me straight.

Legolas: Now, this is a story all about how your life got flipped turned upside down.

Bard: Just take a moment and stand right there and listen to the story we have to share.

Legolas: In wardrobe is where this plot began by a few cast members led by one man.

Bard: He said I got an idea how to confuse the director just now so sit right down and I’ll tell you how.

PJ: Whoa, whoa whoa! What are you doing?

Legolas: Telling you the story.

Bard: You asked.

Thorin: Thranduil!

Thranduil: What?

There were a lot of tongues used in the making of this trilogy.

None more than Thranduil’s, I can imagine. (@peonies-and-poppies).

Shut up, Thorin. They’re tongue twisters [Giggles suspiciously]

Gandalf: This is all your fault, Thranduil.

Thranduil: What did I do?

Gandalf: You just had to be interesting. You just had to dress better than anyone else. You just had to have great hair. You just had to ride on a giant elk. You just had to speak with such a deep, sultry and resonant voice.

Thranduil: This battle is not about me.

Gandalf: Oh, no. Not the battle.

Thorin: Don’t listen to him, boys.

Fíli: I like his hair. Same color as mine.

Kíli: Listen to what, Uncle?

Thorin: Why do you look so much like me, Kíli?

Kíli: Lucky, I guess.

Kíli: Oh, PJ’s cool. He knows who they are.

Fíli: He just doesn’t know where we are.

Kíli: Shh...

I know where you are, you little brats.

PJ: Where did the short version of Legolas go?

I don’t look like Kíli, do I?

[Giggles]