At Caradras - " Gandalf, we must head back ! "
... and it was now, that Aragorn felt the beans that he had for lunch...no toilet near...
" Gandalf! We must head back! " he screamed in agonny.
" No!" he got a reply from Gandalf. The old man was pointing on a ski tow.
" 9 tickets please, 4 for children ( hobbits ) , 1 for a teenager ( Gimli ), and 4 adults please. " Aragorn said, holding his stomach.
" Err..." he got a reply from the orc in the ticket booth.
" Well...we got orders that no selling tickets to the Fellowship of the ring mate...so I guess....NO! "
"Crap." Gandalf cursed, and he smashed his stick against the snow.
As he did, it made a terrible blast, and it melted the icebergs in the Northern Atlantic.
" How did you know?" Aragorn replied.
" Huh?" Gandalf didn't understand.
" You said ' crap ' ,and you were right.
" What you mean...hey, what is that!?!?!"
The hobbits were literally flying down the slope on slades.
" Yeehaw!" they heard Frodo scream.
" Curse this day!" Boromir said.
" No food, no water! "
" Jees, just eat the snow!" Gandalf adviced.
" No don't ! ... I was about to say, not that yellow one! But too late now..."
" What about the hobbits, Gandalfo?" Aragorn asked, jumping up and down, trying to hold the inside of his stomach inside.
" Let's just follow them down, I guess."
And so this is how the fellowship reached the Gate of Moria. But that story is for next time. Good night!