Adverts of Middle Earth
Rated 15s (R) for bad language and shower scenes
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(Arwen, clad in black cloak and hood, walks mournfully through a bleak forest.)
Are you Elfkind? Married a Mortal? (Arwen stops beside Aragorn’s tomb and kneels beside it. She strokes the marble statue of Aragorn lovingly on the forehead.)
Lonely now he’s dead?
(Arwen turns to the camera and nods sadly.)
Well don’t come crying to ME! I wanted you to take the ship to Valinor, but would you listen? (Arwen is stunned.)
No, YOU knew better! Oh, you’re just like your mother! “Don’t borrow my tiaras, Elrond! Don’t be so effeminate around the twins, Elrond!” You make me SICK!
It’s your own fault, you silly bitch!
(Cursed, decrepit Théoden is sitting on his throne in a dark room. A light shines on him from above.)
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Has an evil wizard possessed you in order to get his clutches on your kingdom?
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(He waves his hands around dramatically, then snaps his fingers. Théoden instantly transforms back into his blonde, butch, kingly self.)
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(Théoden stares at the staff for a minute, then looks around. His confusion quickly turns to horror.)
Oh… no! Not this place again! (He tries to get up and discovers he’s lashed to the throne.)
Aaagh! Let me go, you freak!
(Gandalf takes a few swift sidesteps to the left. The camera follows him. To the right we can see Théoden trying desperately to gnaw through the rope around his wrist.)
Where’s my money, you tightarse?
Gandalf:(with forced smile)
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(The camera sweeps back to Théoden, who is once again cursed and decrepit. Saruman quickly scoots out of shot.)
(Shot of Gimli. He fills the screen.)
(Cut to Gimli standing next to a selection of fancy, coloured, elegant glass bottles, arranged on a shelf.)
Don’t waste your time with all that nancy Elven rubbish!
(He smacks the handle of his axe into the bottles, smashing the lot. Close-up of Gimli on his own.)
Gimli:(holding up a small rock)
Wash yourself with this rock, OR DIE A SISSY!
(Aragorn sits on a sofa, wearing the grottiest leathers imaginable. There’s a plate of Lembas bread on the coffee table in front of him.)
Aragorn:(in quasi-Irish accent from the first film)
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Sandwiches… toast… (thinks for a moment)
(He turns to the camera on his right.)
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(Close-up of the plate of Lembas bread.)
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(Back to Aragorn.)
And they will come round.
(Frodo, Merry and Pippin are all standing behind a fast food counter with adorable little uniforms and hats on. Sam is in the background, cooking.)
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(Frodo casts an uneasy glance at Sam.)
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(Merry elbows Pippin sharply.)
Merry:(hisses to Frodo)
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(Frodo disappears under the counter and comes back up with a white banner with ‘BBT&G’s’ scrawled on it in red. The three hobbits hold it up.)
Who’s going to turn off the camera?
(Elrond is asleep in bed. The duvet covers his face. A shadow falls across the bed.)
Lord Elrond… I humbly ask for your daughter Arwen’s hand in marriage.
Elrond:(sleepily, waving him away)
Yes, yes… you have my blessing…
Not woken up yet?
(Cut to Elrond standing by the window with a cup of coffee. He takes a sip, then freezes, suddenly realising what just happened.)
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(Aragorn flees down the path as Elrond chases him, yelling and brandishing a huge sword.)
(Théoden King steps into the shower and switches on the water. Cut to the White Tower in Minas Tirith, where Denethor is also taking a shower. Théoden looks around, then sees a bottle of orange shampoo. Denethor finds a bottle of green shampoo. Both of them start lathering the stuff into their hair. Then -)
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Denethor:(closing eyes in pleasure)
Théoden:(pushing his hair back from his face)
Denethor:(sliding a hand down his belly – thankfully, the camera only shows him from the waist up)
Do it… oh, right there…
Yeah, baby! (makes tiger noises)
(Cut to the corridor outside the bathroom. Théodred, Éomer, and Éowyn are standing there, mouths open in horror at the sounds emanating from within.)
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Théoden:(offscreen, in bathroom)
I’m a bad, bad, BAD king!
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(Cut to Boromir, pale and shaking, scuttling up to the palantir.)
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(Boromir lets out a strangled yelp and starts dialling.)
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(Cut to Faramir standing in a brightly lit office, a strange, fake smile on his face.)
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(Grima shuffles in from the left, takes his arm, and drags him off.)
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Grima:(voiceover, speaking quickly)
Patient may relapse several times.
(Black and white footage of Legolas, standing in a forest. The sun shines through the trees. He’s wearing nothing except a pair of white, silk briefs. A small breeze whispers through the leaves, and Legolas flicks his hair back with a toss of his head. The camera pans slowly up his legs, tummy, and chest. Legolas pouts at the camera. Abruptly the picture dissolves to a close-up of a bottle of perfume.)
‘Fangirl’, by Glorfindel. Sexy Elf not included.
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