Gandalf Follows Evil Trey on Phish Tour
a/n: This is part 2 of my Lord of the Rings/Harry Potter/Phish fanfiction series. I hope you all enjoy very much.
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In the days that passed after the epic Phish concert and battle with Voldemort, and Gandalf continued to follow the band on their tour, hoping to keep an eye on Evil Trey. He saw that Evil Trey was struggling with the darkness that had possessed him during the concert, and he felt responsible for what had happened. He swore right there that he would do whatever it took to help his friend return from this darkness that had taken his heart.
One night, after a concert, Gandalf found Evil Trey sitting alone outside his tour bus, writing the lyrics to his newest song, "Evil Farmhouse." Gandalf approached him cautiously, unsure of how he would react.
"Hello, Evil Trey," Gandalf said, sitting down next to him. "How are you?"
"I'm doing okay," Evil Trey replied, taking a beat. "It's been a weird few days, you know?"
"It does not surprise me to hear that," Gandalf said sternly. "I have growing concern for your wellbeing. I fear that Voldemort's spell may have done more damage than you are letting on to your friends."
Evil Trey shrugged. "I don't know about that. I feel like I've been playing better than I have in ages."
"And you feel that this is worth doing at the cost of your mind?" Gandalf asked pressingly. "You were possessed by a dark magic beyond your control and it has poisoned your mind far worse than I had feared. Not to mention the fact that last night's Reba was a flub fest with a mid-tier jam ta boot!"
Evil Trey looked at Gandalf skeptically. "How can you you say that to me? You're just a jaded 1.0er who's mad that its not the 90s anymore!"
"Friend, I've seen this happen before," Gandalf said. "Time and time again, I've seen people delve into the darkest of powers and reach their lowest points. But I want to offer you support, Evil Trey."
For the first time since the concert, Evil Trey smiled. "You know what Gandalf? You're wrong!"
Evil Trey pulled out his new Languedoc, still hot off the line. It hummed with energy and was inlayed with the Black Speech of Mordor.
"I've turned a new leaf and I'm not ready to go back. I call this Evil Mar Mar, and I'm gonna do some fuckin wicked shit with it!" Trey explained, cackling in evil laughter.
"You know not of what you speak, Evil Trey! Dark magic resides in this instrument. Dark, ancient magic, the likes of which no mere luthier of man possesses the ability to place into a guitar!" Gandalf said, studying the axe.
"Oh Gandalf, you didn't think I was the only one turned evil by Lord Voldemort, did you? He got to Paul Languedoc soon after you cast him from the concert, and Paul set to work right away crafting me the most vile and elegant weapon ever to be possessed by a mortal! But he knew that he could not do it himself and so he searched for the only one powerful enough to help." Trey said, holding the guitar under the light so he could admire the details of it. "It was forged in the fires of Mt. Doom under the watchful eye of Sauron himself! I'm going to bust this bad boy out tonight, we'll see how evil 'Evil Phish' can get when I play my new evil songs on this thing!"
Gandalf knew that there was no way this would end well and he began backing away from Evil Trey. Though he knew it not, Evil Trey possessed a magical artifact most powerful. Gandalf knew that Evil Trey at least did not know its true potential, though to use a guitar made partially by the hands of Sauron showed the depths of his foolhardy naivety.
"Evil Trey, surely you must know that none but the hands of Sauron will this instrument answer to. There is not a being alive that can wield this." Gandalf warned, still backing away.
Evil Trey simply slung the guitar onto his shoulder and shrugged before playing a few licks. Though the guitar was not plugged in, it was as though he had cranked a stack of Marshalls to 10. The sound blew Gandalf's hat off of his head. The sounds of uncompressed rage eminated from the instrument. Evil Trey simply cackled as he saw the old man fall backwards in fright as he scrambled away.
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After that day, Gandalf stopped attending Phish shows. He knew it was a fool's errand to listen to the evil, twisted Phish songs that Evil Trey spewed from his guitar night after night, turning the crowd slowly into more evil and twisted versions of themselves.
The lot scenes became outright dangerous as the last of the fans' humanity drained. The rest of the band seemed not to care that their bandmate had turned evil. Gandalf theorized that they had perhaps recieved a lower dose of the evil-turning spells. Or that they lived in fear of what would happen if they got in Evil Trey's way. Gandalf shuddered to think it. Regardless, the band played on.
By now Gandalf knew that his bag of wizarding weed would be the least of his troubles. Things were now in motion that could not be undone. Sauron had launched a successful attack on the mind of the most influential musician in Middle Earth, and this was surely only the beginning.
Gandalf knew he had but one thing left to do. He must seek out the only man he knew to have more knowledge of the subject than himself. Someone who knew how to drive out this madness from his friend Trey.
Gandalf sought the council of Elrond in the east.
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pt 3: https://www.tumblr.com/horseshoehate/713646407445282816/in-the-house-of-elrond-gandalf-goes?source=share