The Middle-earth Road Trip meme

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Pack your bags and get in the van. It's time for a road trip! The question is can you survive 23987813 hours in a car with your companions?

Prompts

1. Stop being a backseat driver!
2. Um... the map is upside down guys.
3. HES TOUCHING ME / NOT TOUCHING ME
4. What about second rest stop?
5. SO HELP ME I AM TURNING THIS FELLOWSHIP AROUND
6. So this Dwarf fell asleep on my shoulder WHAT DO?
7. Guys I think I might be carsick...

Or anything else you like!

[This is probably also a great time to bring up the Tolkien RPers Master List where you can sign up for others to find you, or update your lists :3 ]

Comments

[hoponloser]

[...Snort. What u lookin at?

He turns sideways then kneels on his forelegs. Just let me do my job here, okay?]

[sonofawoodlandsprite]

[...Well, he needs to get going, so there's no time to be picky, and weird glasses or not, it looks like a good breed.

Hopping on. Or like, gracefully getting on his noble steed. Something like that.

And then touching a hand to the elk's neck, a soft brush against it's fëa to establish contact. Let's head to Dale!]

[hoponloser]

[He's actually the black sheep - or elk - of the family, the original's nephew. Liam. But he's ready and willing to get his chance to shine for the good of the Realm so... off we go.

The pace is steady but with a bit of a sway to it, like as if dancing to music unheard.]

[sonofawoodlandsprite]

[....

are you drunk, elk?

No, seriously sniffing the air now, though in a way that hopefully nobody will notice...]

[hoponloser]

[...Well, he did have some wine in him, but not enough to get him drunk. Galion left one of the casks near the pens, okay. That was just the beat of his own drum.

Oooh, food! Suddenly, the elk veers off course to an area with long grass and other elk appropriate snacks and starts nomming.]

[sonofawoodlandsprite]

[Elk, no. Elk, back on track.]

Continue on our way.

[Just sitting up here not moving a muscle. This is undignified enough as it is.]

[hoponloser]

[He'd only gotten a mouthful of noms when his master insisted they get back on course. He snorts unhappily and grabs some grass to take with him. Of course, with food hanging out of his mouth he looked so regal.]