| Another LOTR one...
With mounting apprehension, Frodo entered the Prancing Pony. He'd been warned that all manner of evil creatures were after him, searching for the one ring. He went to the bar, and was waiting to be served, when there was an almighty crash and the inn doors slammed open.
Frodo stared in terror as one of Sauron's Ringwraiths was silhoutted in the doorway. Everyone hurried to get out of it's way as the creature advanced steadily towards him. It came to a stop before him, scanning from his feet to his head - as if it could sense the ring was nearby.
Frodo knew he couldn't just stand there in front of the creature's gaze. I'll have to bluff, he thought - make it think I'm just an innocent bystander, out to have a good time. And thus, he said:
"So, what's a Nazgul like you doing in a place like this?" |