Alliterations Are Alleged
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written_leavesThrough thankfully thick thesaurus!
I remember wrestling with the thesaurus for these, it's always a challenge to somehow cobble something together that still kinda-sorta makes sense.
Deranged Denethor (and Descendant Faramir)
Delirious Denethor, desiring deficiently dangerous descendant to delight Daddy's domain, devolved a dasterdly demand.
"Do!" declared Denethor.
"Doubtful." dithered descendant. "Disappointed?"
"Doubly distrustful." drawled Denethor dourly.
Descendant drooped.
"Dang. Descendant is duplicitous, " decided Denethor.
Dignified descendant dared doozy defense, but dreadfully dark dart drugging drew him down, defeated.
"Dark days, death of dynamic dominance! Doom! Despair!" Deranged Denethor dragged darkly drugged descendant down to domicile of dead, dripped dangerously distilled detonatious dribbles, drenching decendant draped on deadwood debris.
"Die!" Denethor drove, "Do!"
"Don't! Desist!" declared dauntless Dalf, Gan (Dual-tone Diviner). "Doings diverge!" Diviner distinctly deflamed darling descendant.
"Drat!" Denethor darkly despaired, departing in dynamous decomposition.
-
Merry Mithlond! Most mnemonics meant for Mithlond moan of melancholy and moping. Missing merry, mirthful Mithlond most merely mumble amid a morass of marshmallowy, mucky, muggy moods. Morosely miserable mournfulness might master many millenia of minutes, memorials to mobs of magical mages and mannerly musical models, but merriness is more moving. Mithlond, many manned mariners migrate, moving moreover to mansions immutable - may melodies mingle mainly in mirth, o meritricious mood!
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Legolas Leaps (on Caradhras)
Leaping lizards! Lithe, light-footed Legolas leaped laughingly, levitating over loads of blizzard-leavings to liberate the lamentably latent leaders. Leadership laying low under leaden lofty snowfall weren't lax or lazy, but were longsufferingly lumbering. Legolas' loquacity to the legitimate legerdemainist for locale of the luminary light meant less lounging, a little liquor and a loophole for leaving their lapsed lane. Lala!
-
Aragorn's Alliteration (The Council of Elrond)
This is pretty thin ice... Agateland is "Gondor" (i.e. 'stoneland')
Army activist angled adamantly "Appreciate Archenemy's adornment! Activation always agreeable
Aragorn Arathornson answered an angry army activist; "Archenemy's adornment abases all, and amnesia answers any alternates!"
Army activist argued, "Alibi, alibi, any Ambler."
An ally announced "Any Ambler? Annulled! Ambler aka Aragorn Arathornson's ancestors actually accedes an apex authority, ages ago abandoned! Army activist's allegiance asked!"
Army activist answered apathetically, "Agateland's authority annulled. Agateland accepts anarchy."
-
Eagle-eyed Elladan and Elrohir, ever ending up entrapped in an equivalent existence, exhorted their Executive Elf to exculpate them, but excessively effeminate Arwen, elegantly exquisite, ensured an encouraging expository to Elrond, endowing each an equally erroneous epic edge in the extolled encomium as exacted ,ex gratia, en famille, their expedient exploratory exits.
Elrond exacted an expedition, Elladan and Elrohir ensuring edgy external evil eschewed every Elven environment, ensuring entropic ends.
-
“Gah!” gargled Galadriel, greeting graciously whilst galloping gorgeously in gossamer gown. “Get going! Gag-worthy ghouls and goblins grievously gather. Gad not! Goof not! Gallivant great goers, gather grub, gather gear - go to grey gosling gunboats, goodbye!”
“Crud!” cried Celeborn crankily. “Chimerical conjuror cut class, can’t cross-examine him, can’t collect clues! Caught caseload of choleric, combustible, conflagrant colossus, causing categorical career change to crispy critter, correct?”
“Carrion.” confirmed Chiefton, crestfallen. “Couldn’t cross chasm, crumbly construction crudely cracked. Crashed, croaked.”
“Confounded creepy creature,” carped Celeborn. “Can’t cope.”
“Come, come, Consort” comforted comely cohabitant companion. “I conjecture a classy comeback.”
Little lodgers languished, lapped-up leaves of lembas; latent longings for lard led to large, lurid loops of lingual lunching, lousy with luxurious leavening. Lorien’s leaseholding leaf-leapers loaded lots, but lodgers left little.
“Leapin’ lizards!” laughed the lithely lumbering legion of lightly laced Legolas-lookalikes, later. “Lembas loads look like leftovers! Look, Lady!”
Lady laughed. “La! Looks like little lodgers legitimately love Lorien lembas!”
-
I remember wrestling with the thesaurus for these, it's always a challenge to somehow cobble something together that still kinda-sorta makes sense.
Deranged Denethor (and Descendant Faramir)
Delirious Denethor, desiring deficiently dangerous descendant to delight Daddy's domain, devolved a dasterdly demand.
"Do!" declared Denethor.
"Doubtful." dithered descendant. "Disappointed?"
"Doubly distrustful." drawled Denethor dourly.
Descendant drooped.
"Dang. Descendant is duplicitous, " decided Denethor.
Dignified descendant dared doozy defense, but dreadfully dark dart drugging drew him down, defeated.
"Dark days, death of dynamic dominance! Doom! Despair!" Deranged Denethor dragged darkly drugged descendant down to domicile of dead, dripped dangerously distilled detonatious dribbles, drenching decendant draped on deadwood debris.
"Die!" Denethor drove, "Do!"
"Don't! Desist!" declared dauntless Dalf, Gan (Dual-tone Diviner). "Doings diverge!" Diviner distinctly deflamed darling descendant.
"Drat!" Denethor darkly despaired, departing in dynamous decomposition.
-
Merry Mithlond! Most mnemonics meant for Mithlond moan of melancholy and moping. Missing merry, mirthful Mithlond most merely mumble amid a morass of marshmallowy, mucky, muggy moods. Morosely miserable mournfulness might master many millenia of minutes, memorials to mobs of magical mages and mannerly musical models, but merriness is more moving. Mithlond, many manned mariners migrate, moving moreover to mansions immutable - may melodies mingle mainly in mirth, o meritricious mood!
-
Legolas Leaps (on Caradhras)
Leaping lizards! Lithe, light-footed Legolas leaped laughingly, levitating over loads of blizzard-leavings to liberate the lamentably latent leaders. Leadership laying low under leaden lofty snowfall weren't lax or lazy, but were longsufferingly lumbering. Legolas' loquacity to the legitimate legerdemainist for locale of the luminary light meant less lounging, a little liquor and a loophole for leaving their lapsed lane. Lala!
-
Aragorn's Alliteration (The Council of Elrond)
This is pretty thin ice... Agateland is "Gondor" (i.e. 'stoneland')
Army activist angled adamantly "Appreciate Archenemy's adornment! Activation always agreeable
Aragorn Arathornson answered an angry army activist; "Archenemy's adornment abases all, and amnesia answers any alternates!"
Army activist argued, "Alibi, alibi, any Ambler."
An ally announced "Any Ambler? Annulled! Ambler aka Aragorn Arathornson's ancestors actually accedes an apex authority, ages ago abandoned! Army activist's allegiance asked!"
Army activist answered apathetically, "Agateland's authority annulled. Agateland accepts anarchy."
-
Eagle-eyed Elladan and Elrohir, ever ending up entrapped in an equivalent existence, exhorted their Executive Elf to exculpate them, but excessively effeminate Arwen, elegantly exquisite, ensured an encouraging expository to Elrond, endowing each an equally erroneous epic edge in the extolled encomium as exacted ,ex gratia, en famille, their expedient exploratory exits.
Elrond exacted an expedition, Elladan and Elrohir ensuring edgy external evil eschewed every Elven environment, ensuring entropic ends.
-
“Gah!” gargled Galadriel, greeting graciously whilst galloping gorgeously in gossamer gown. “Get going! Gag-worthy ghouls and goblins grievously gather. Gad not! Goof not! Gallivant great goers, gather grub, gather gear - go to grey gosling gunboats, goodbye!”
“Crud!” cried Celeborn crankily. “Chimerical conjuror cut class, can’t cross-examine him, can’t collect clues! Caught caseload of choleric, combustible, conflagrant colossus, causing categorical career change to crispy critter, correct?”
“Carrion.” confirmed Chiefton, crestfallen. “Couldn’t cross chasm, crumbly construction crudely cracked. Crashed, croaked.”
“Confounded creepy creature,” carped Celeborn. “Can’t cope.”
“Come, come, Consort” comforted comely cohabitant companion. “I conjecture a classy comeback.”
Little lodgers languished, lapped-up leaves of lembas; latent longings for lard led to large, lurid loops of lingual lunching, lousy with luxurious leavening. Lorien’s leaseholding leaf-leapers loaded lots, but lodgers left little.
“Leapin’ lizards!” laughed the lithely lumbering legion of lightly laced Legolas-lookalikes, later. “Lembas loads look like leftovers! Look, Lady!”
Lady laughed. “La! Looks like little lodgers legitimately love Lorien lembas!”
-