Subject: Let me try!
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Posted on: 2013-06-03 11:52:00 UTC
[Before you lies a misty chasm, and across it stretches a rickety bridge. The far side is shrouded by the fog, but by the near end waits a short, tattily-clothed man... the bridge keeper.]
The one trying to pass the bridge is an old man. He walks confidently towards his end of the bridge, unperturbed by the sight that is before him. He sense no ill-will from this so-called bridge keeper. Perhaps he will entertain the bridge keeper for a while, if only to know more of his purpose.
"Now, my good man, can I pass through this bridge? I am in dire hurry, for someone may have need of either my counsel or aid, or both."
"NAY!" shouts the bridge keeper, "I will only let you pass if you answer the questions three."
The old man simply nods in agreement.
1. What is your name?
"I am known by many names, my good friend. It is rare for anyone to ask of it, instead preferring to give me names instead. For now, let me be known as Storm Crow."
2. What is your quest?
"I have many quests, for my duty stretches beyond one land,or nation, or people. I may even have duties that far into the future, that I may have not remembered yet. An old man, you see."
"In fact, I may even found out that my dire need to hurry is useless, as the people that I am in hurry to help have either settled their problems, or even that the problem hadn't occured yet, and their fate makes the problem didn't happen."
The bridge keeper finds this information to be more of a puzzle than an answer. "Then why are you in such a hurry? You didn't know whther the people that you want to help may need it or not."
The old man simply chuckles, "Well, do you?"
"No, AAHHH!!!", and the bridge keeper magically launched from his standing point.
3. A random question (the more random/hilarious the better).
The bridge keeper soon climbs back to his side of the bridge. He brushes off the dust of his cloak. He smiles sheepishly at the old man, embarrased by his last flight. "A final question. What is the height of Minas Tirith?"
"The one in the First Age or the Thrid Age?"
"How do I know?". Again, another free improptu flight ticket for Mr. Bridge Keeper.
Gandalf simply shakes his head. "Radagast must think that my pipeweed is addling my mind if I told him about this."