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Curumo the Black
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Saruman just sat there nimbling on the end of his pipe.
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As the sun began to set and the sky turned a cool shade of purple the swimmers of the lake came out of the water and began to prepare an evening meal. The birds in the trees filled the air with a glorious cacophony of sound. Then some of the elven folk joined them, creating a beautiful melody that brought tears to the eyes of some of the gentler swimmers. The elve Gofinor came to the group with a great arm full of tree-fruit and berries he had gather from the forest. Soon a rhapsodic Bacchus was in full swing. Saruman the Wise wished he had little less wine as he was finding it difficult.

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Meanwhile back at the Pen and Paper Inn, Mandin the Magnificent deep in meditation was disturb by all the noise the drunken lake dwellers were making. Looking at the large clock on the wall and then at his own silver watch that didn't work he decided that it was time for a little recreation. Taking his tattered old hat and cloak plus a small dagger he left his quarters. On the way out the front gate he pick a yellow rose just in case there was a pretty lass at the party.
Half way down the lane he remembered that crusty old wizard Saruman. Rushing back to the inn he took the rusting old blunderbuss form above the hearth then he rushed back out again concealing the blunderbuss in his hat (Which made him look a little ridiculous).

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Mandin did not mind looking ridiculous. In fact, he made it a habit of looking ridiculous always. However, he was rather tickled at his new title. As he ran along holding the yellow rose carefully to his nose to smell its sweet aroma, he let the words - Mandin the Magnificent - roll over his tongue. It had a certain flow that he enjoyed, quite.
As he charged along, Mandin suddenly realized that there might be more than one pretty lass waiting for his arival at the swimming hole, and he did not think his replacement the balrog had wit or charm enough to present them with anything worthy of their beauty.
Thus, as he went, he pulled off his hat and rummaged around inside, pulling out eventually and old, wilted rose with many of the petals missing.
"This won't do at all!" he cried, berating himself, so he tossed it aside and made for the nearest rosebush (there were seven rosebushes in that land, all growing a different color batch of roses, as they swayed in the wind from the top of tall white towers.
Mandin came to the base of the blue rose bush and used his magnificentness to bound magnificently to the top. Here he picked a blue rose, then bounded back down to the ground, and continued his way to the swimming hole.
When he arrived, there before him, puffing away at a black pipe, was Saruman. "Aha!" cried Mandin, and he whisked the blunderbuss out of his hat.
"What's this for?" he wondered, staring from the blunderbuss to Saruman. "Surely I didn't mean to shoot my friend here, come to enjoy himself with us at the swimming hole?" So Mandin tossed the old rusty gun aside and it landed with a splash in the swimming hole. Then he turned, and there, lo! were two beautiful young women, Galadriel and Little Alia.
"I knew I brought two roses for something!" he said, smiling happily at his amazing forethought. Then he bowed, presenting to Galadriel the blue rose, and to Alia the yellow rose.
"Now, what is for supper?" he asked.

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Grinning from ear to ear, Galadriel accepted the thoughtful gift from the magnificent Mandin. Blue was her favorite color! She wondered what kind of foresight he had. Nonetheless, she thanked the kindly man, and smiled at Little Alia, who also seemed to be enjoying his pleasant guesture. A sudden pang of guilt fell upon her. Earlier that day Galadriel had made a clever, but perhaps unkind dig at the males of the swimming hole. Certainly, Mandin did not fall into this category. She laughed at her thoughts, and returned to his question of what to eat.

"I have Gushers?"

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Saruman walked slowly through the tables laden with food and noted with distain that the only things laid were various types of fruit. Wizards need red meat and red wine if they are to keep up their mana levels. And Saruman had a big battle ahead him. So he leapt into his rickety wagon headed into the gloomy forest. His good little pony Skinny Nobbles enjoyed the excursion; it had been a while since Sharky had taken her out.
Soon Saruman heard the singing of wood elves in the distance ahead and he saw tiny red lights twinkling amongst the trees. Ah there's the wine! thought Saruman. Creeping nearer Saruman saw a vast feast lad out in a forest clearing and roundabout gay wood elves, dressed in red and brown, where making merry. 'Hmmm...a couple of sticks of stun-fire should do the job' thought Saruman creeping back to his wagon. Taking his crossbow and four reddy-brownish baton shape objects from his crusty satchel he headed back to the clearing. 'They overestimate the good safety of Mandin's realm, look they set no watch.' Saruman placed one of the reddish brown sticks on his crossbow. Lighting the protruding fuse Saruman took aim.

All the merry wood elves looked up with startled faces as a strange object came whizzzzzing through the air. It landed bang on the woodking's lap making him jumped fare out of his throne. "WHAT'S THIS?" he demanded thinking mayhap one of the lake elves was play a trick on them. He lifted it to his face for a closer examination. Just then another came whizzzzzzing into the midst of the gathering. BOOOOOMMMMM!!!!! The first one exploded in the king’s face sending out a sonic shockwave. The birds of the forest rose screaming into the air. Most of the wood elves were knock flat, some of the stronger ones reeled about as if drunk (they probably were a little) Then the second one hit KA-BOOMM! The elves were flattened.
Through the swirling smoke strode Saruman leading the pony and cart. Through the scattered bodies of unconscious elves. He went over to where the quarter master had sat and started loading barrels of the best elves wine.’ This will revive the swimmers and now for some meat,' he lifted some venison sides that had been roasting on to the cart and then he walked over to the body of the woodking. Leaning over him he said, "I do not envy you the head ache you will have when you awaken but until then sleep well and dream of fat elvish women!" (The woodking was a rather chubby elve)
Placing the kings crown on his own head Saruman leapt back on to his wagon a set off back to the lake. The smoke settled in the woodland grove and a few of the elves were twitching.

Arriving back at the lake took his acquired goods to the head butler who then began to distribute the tasty feast.

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Alia accepted her rose with a shy smile, drinking in its beautiful fragrance. "Why thank you ever so much, Mandin, my dear friend!" She said, twirling her rose so it brushed her cheek lightly.

Hearing commotion coming from the direction Saruman got off to, she stood. Wincing at the loud explosions, she set her jaw in anger and began to march over to the wood. Mandin held her arm, stopping her, so the three saw Saruman leaving the forest with his disgusting spoils.

"Now what has he done?" Alia sighed in exasperation, tracing the rose's stem with a gentle finger.

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The party went into overdrive with the arrival of Saruman's feast. Mandin and two elven lasses were dancing on a table. Revived by the wine the minstrels began to play double speed. Every body started jiving, even Saruman much to his surprise. Little Alia however did not. She hated dancing, she just stood leaning against a tree smirking at Saruman every time he glance her way. But something then happened that caused Alia's stout heart leap and her steadfast resolution melt. Gofinor of Mirkwood a dashing young elve with long blonde hair and dark eyebrows came dashing into the fray with armloads of wild flowers from the forest. Joining in the dance he cast handfuls of flowers and petals into the air making the sight too beautiful for words. With a suppressed squeal she charged into the dance and linking arms with Gofinor began to throw petals into the air. Not a shadow of her self, she completely happy. In fact the whole gathering was immensely happy. The lanterns glimmered merry in the night as the stars watched over them.
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Once Alia had joined in the dance, she completely forgot Saruman and began to enjoy herself. She let Gofinor lead her in the next lively tune, and the next after that. Laughing the whole while, she feel rather giddy. The stars and flower petals seemed to have a hypnotizing effect on her.
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Elena wanders, but sights the swimming hole before long and splashes in. "Water feels good.." She observes...
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A newcomer to the swimming hole, by name Pherloteiel, wanders at a far end where no one seems to be swimming. She gazes out across the pool wondering if she knows anybody. Suddenly she spots from far off, a flash of golden hair. Pherloteiel knows this person! Could it be Elena? from way back in her early battle years? Dives elagantly into the pool, and swimming over waves a hello to her old friend.
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Elena turns, startled, towards the splash, only to see her old friend.
"Pherloteiel! Is it you?"
Black hair glistens with moisture and she looks around.
"Seems like a party's going on.."

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"yes, I had noticed, though I wonder if we are invisible to them or just too drunk to see us?"
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I'm not quite sure..
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To the side of the dancing two people stood together deep in discussion. One had a blue feather in his hat and was giving the other a stern lecture. The feathered one then slapped the other bang in the face and then turned and walked away. The other stood there for a while with a twisted face as one who has been deeply offended. But power of the elves mellow wine was still in his veins and fairly soon he regained his old jovial mood and grinning to himself went down to the lake edge to greet the two newcomers who were swimming in the lake.

"Hey there you two, welcome to the old swimming hole as we call it around here. If you get hungry or anything you're welcome to come up and join the party. You'll be safe here for this is the realm of Mandin and blessed and happy are those who dwell here." called the leery old wizard not sure if the two would respond or just ignore him like most sane and goodly folk.

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"oh, well thank you! I think I'll swim a bit more and then come up and have some wine a bit later!" Pherloteiel answered. She loved swimming, and was good at it, but hardly had had the time to do so anymore. But now that she was here, she decided that she wouldn't go sneaking off like usual. Fifteen minutes or more came and passed, and the dark haired, slim lady lept up onto the bank. She noticed a stack of towels a couple yards off. Grabbing one she began to dry her hair and run up the path to the party. "You coming too?!" she yelled to Elena on the way.
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In the meantime, Mandin was not dancing with two elven lasses on the table top. Indeed, he snickered at the idea placed into the minds of all the others by the visiting wizard Saruman.
Mandin was - shall we put it nicely? - clumsy at dancing, and would probably have kicked off all the food and then the two lasses, and then himself, straight from the table into the water.
He was much more happy putting together his shovel. It was broken in about ten different places along its shaft, and then the shovel part itself was bent and broken. He was tying it together bits of frayed threads sticking out of the top of his hat.

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Fem smiled at the old one, "Indeed, thank ye!" She turned back to her friend. "I'm coming, I'm coming." She dried herself and dashed up the path, catching up.
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"Hope you enjoy the party!" Saruman called after them. Then rummaging around in his old crusty satchel Saruman pulled out a cane fishing rod. Standing at the bank nearest to where Mandin had thrown the blunderbuss he began to fish for it with his magical fishhook that his uncle Maui had giving at their last meeting at the star-chamber. As he did so he watched Mandin covertly. A fully functional spade could most likely ruin all his plans. Hmm...
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As the dancing died down, Galadriel found herself rather tired, and frankly a bit embarrassed. (She didn't dance on tables often) She sat down on top of the picnic table with Alia, whom she had grown close friends with, and ate a small chunk of pineapple.
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Elena starts at the sight of Galadriel, turning to whisper to Teiel.
"She joined us in the hunting party.. remember her?"

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"yes, I do" she whispered back. They sat for a bit enjoying the party and cheerful, spunky music. Pherloteiel then got a drink from the bar, nothing hard, just some elvish wine sent over in barrels from Mirkwood, though even that was pretty toxic stuff. She handed Elena a glass, "Don't drink to much of this stuff, it'll put you to sleep fast if you drink alot in one sitting."

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Mandin watched the party. "Most amusing," he thought to himself, tying up the last bits of his crumbpled shovel. Then he pulled a hammer out of his hat and beat out the dents. Tossing the hammer and the shovel (now repaired, and quite functional, despite the wizard's fears) back into his hat.
Then he strolled over and sat by the wizard who seemed obvlivious to everything but his fishing.
"I say," said Mandin so cheerfully and so angrily that he confused himself. "This place is beginning to get mundane. Your brainbseems working hard. What have you got in mind?"

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Saruman tried not to grin. "I say old chap, you don't happen to have an old spade lying around do you? I'm in sore need of a spade,” said Saruman rubbing his nose and going a little pink. He turned his head towards Mandin. As their eyes meet Saruman quickly looked away. Forcing a smile he offered Mandin some tobacco.
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Before accepting the tobacco, Mandin took off his hat, and fished around inside, coming out at last with an enormous - we are talking six feet long -clay pipe. He took a fill of Saruman's tobacco, and began puffing away, smoking sequence two small rings and then one great smoke square, then two small rings, and then one great smoke square.
"A spade," he mumbled with his teeth gripping the pipe. "I don't know," he spoke slowly, peering up past his eyebrows to his hat towering above him. "spades appear and disappear in rather distressing ways. What might you want a spade for?"

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