(Road to Mordor, very dark and fiery and Brimstone-y…)
Frodo: They’ve taken
the Ring, Sam…
Samwise the Brave:
Oh, well, that’s not so bad there, Mr. Frodo. We’ve got some nice taters here that we can
boil up for supper…
Gollum/Sméagol:
What’s “taters” Precious?
Samwise the Brave: Taters!
You know, Po-Ta-Toes? Boil ‘em,
Mash ‘em, Stick ‘em in a stew?
(Suddenly Boromir’s Ghost tromps in sadly. He thrusts out the Ring toward Frodo.)
Boromir’s Ghost:
Here… Gandalf said I had to give this back. Take it.
I don’t care. Whatever…
Frodo: What was that,
Sam? I thought… The wind seemed to be
talking to me for a moment… Wait, is that?
Boromir’s Ghost: …Do
you ever reach a point where you feel your life has no meaning?
(Frodo and Sam ignore Boromir, as they cannot see him. Both lunge at the Ring. Gollum/Sméagol too busy weeping with joy to
care.)
(End of Part IX.
Yeah, another shorty… And now for a musical interlude by our friend
Boromir.)
Boromir’s Ghost:
…Someday we’ll find it, the Rainbow Connection, The lovers, the
dreamers, and me… (Continues singing, until voice fades out.)
(There you have it Kids, Boromir, Live in Concert!)
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