I realise that this is threadomancy almost from the dawn of time, but I was tidying up a box of stuff from the loft the other day and came across two sheets of paper scrawled in pencil, looking as if I'd written them in approximately 1983. One is a list of names, the other some dialogue. Some characters appear on both pages, others only on one. It represents something like my 13-year-old interpretation of 'Lord of the Rings' as done by The Goon Show. I think, probably, The Black Adder (the first series) was also an influence - the scene where the messenger has to give Brian Blessed 'some other news' comes to mind. There should have been a third page (at least), but didn't find it.
I will put all of it up verbatim:
(P1)
Jojoba the Nut
Vosine the Green
Men, of sorts:
Aragon the Arogant (sic.)
Borrowmore Blood-Bather the Lender
Furrowmore the Farmer
Therethen, King of the Roehirim
Eowig
Eowax
Denethin, Steward of Gobbor
Grimmer Worm-face
Ents:
Firface
Hickoryhead
Speadyspruce
Mahoganymush
Goblins:
Gobbscum Muckeater
Zittygob Gawkpluke
Scungescum Wartface
Grabbersnatch Ratscab
(P2)
Eowig: Sire, all the chickens are down with anthrax!
Therethen: But we don’t have any chickens.
Eowig: Sire, all the Dwarvish cavalry are down with chicken pox!
Therethen: Oh no! Only one thing can save us now: a friendly passing wizard to cure all of our Dwarvish cavalry and help us fight against… against… who are we fighting against, Eowig?
Eowig: Garibaldi the Red, sire.
Therethen: Yes, a friendly passing wizard to cure all of our Dwarvish cavalry and help us fight against… Garibaldi the Red!
(Parkin the Ginger enters)
Parkin: Hi! I’m just a friendly passing wizard, come to cure all of your Dwarvish cavalry and help you fight against Garabaldi the Red! Can I be of service?
Therethen: Not really. But since you’re here you may as well stay for dinner. An extra place for dinner, Chives. Oh, by the way, what is for dinner?
Chives: Chicken, sire.
Therethen: Aaaaaarrrrghhh!
(Splat)
Therethen: That last step’s a killer!
Therethen: Eowig, have we mustered?
Eowig: Yes sire, we have enough mustard for the entire campaign.
Therethen: Aaaaaarrrrghhh!
So... in my defence, I'd like to remind the court I was 13.
Therethen, Eowig, Eowax, and Grimmer Worm-face seem to be the sum total of Anglo-Saxon-y names involved in the process (I can only assume Egburger the Cheesy, conceived as one of the Marshalls of Rohan, was on the missing sheet).
And sorry it's taken 5 years to reply to this! Is your campaign still going?