Allow me to chime in with my own thoughts that your writing was great. I think it helps make this shared fiction a neat experience. Your style is heavy and dramatic while mine is flippant and (I hope) self-deprecating. The contrast is neat to see. And your art is phenomenal. Do more. NOW!
We now return you to the regularly-scheduled plot
"Shuriken catapults? Hm. Yeah, I guess that would be bad... and there's been a whole lot of ridiculous stuff introduced into that setting. As for our quest..."
Rubio paces while trying to wrap his brain around the situation. Everyone can almost hear rusty gears straining against each other with a screech of tortured metal.
"Fairly standard stuff. We have a set of keys. Two outta three, being as that we found the lock to one. We're here in good 'aul Middle Earth- and doesn't legolas have a nice big forehead to put my seal of approval on."
The jaws of all assembled drop halfway open.
Rubio lifts his leg and extends it outward. On the tread of his boot is what looks like an insignia of a chibi/kowai (as in scary) rubio mug with shark teeth jutting upward from the lower lip and a middle finger on each side of it over the depiction of a long-haired individual with a fist buried in his face, with the logo "RUBIO'S BOOTPRINT SEAL OF APPROVAL. APPLY TO FOREHEAD"
"This logo, you loonies."
"You actually had your boots made like that?"
"Actually, only since I've been involved with this bit of wierdness. Trust me, when you mentioned eldar and shurikens, I started thinking howling banshees. Maybe harlequins. Elf chicks dancing with swords..."
Rubio blinks, his survival instinct kicking in a second too late
"That was a really stupid thing to say, wasn't it?"
Suddenly, Ryalyn's antennae perk straight up and she develops a pronounced facial tic. For no immediately explicable reason, she feels the need to punch someone in the chin.
Anime-style, Kestralyn's fist comes down in a noogie-punch on Rubio's head.
"Okay. I deserved that."
Elfbiter regards him quizzically.
"So you're the resident lech?"
"Not really," Rubio responds, rubbing his head, "I'm just not very smart. And the pipe leading to my mouth doesn't seem to go through my brain."
"'Sides, if I was a real lech, my girlfriend wouldn't like me nearly as much."
Rubio suddenly looks like he's very far away.
"I wonder what she's doing now..."
There is a patter of hobbit feet and the sound of several locks and chains being taken down from a door to a comfortable hobbit hole.
"Gandalf, you've already shown me the pointy hat trick."
Kinako's eyes bug out through the box on his head for second as the door creaks open. Surely the slash fangirls couldn't have been right. Rooted to the spot in stunned terror, he watches as the door finishes swinging open and someone who is not Bilbo Baggins steps forward
"Fooled ya, didn't I?" The Pablobbit smirks.
"To the right, books; to the left, a tea-cup.
In front of me, the fireplace; behind me, the post.
There is no greater happiness than this."