Dig it: waterfalls, big trees, fountains, fruits with
bows and arrows. It's big, its tricultural, it stinks.
Rivendell at noon. The taxi crawled. Pippin smoked.
Merry smoked. Sam smoked. Frodo yawned. Frodo stretched.
Frodo elbowed more room. Dig it: Rivendell.
They checked into some flea-pit in the red-light district.
When it got dark they cruised the street. They scoped
the clubs. They hit the Balrog Bar & Grill. It was small,
it was dark, it was elvish. They got a booth. They ordered
miruvor.
Bar girls performed. They peeled. They lip-synced tunes.
Elvish cooze boocoo. Frodo yawned. Frodo stretched.
Frodo elbowed more room. Dig it: Rivendell.