Open Almighty Gate!

Waldo, Mikee, and Gizmo were standing in front of the giant castle gate. 

As you remember, dear readers, the three of them crossed the lake to reach the castle where the meanie lives. Yes, it was the meanie who launched the virus and caused the mess at the North Pole.

Despite talks about the haunted castle and a meanie with giant teeth and sharp claws, the elves had to get there. They had to save Christmas.

However, the elves had one thing in their way – the giant castle gate. To the tiny elves, the gate seemed to stretch above the clouds. They had no way to open it. 

Unless…

“Hey, guys, what’s a Spek toe?” Waldo asked curiously. 

“We’re kind of busy here, Waldo.” Gizmo grumbled. “We need to find a way to open the gate if we’re to have any hope of saving Christmas.”

“I’ve heard of BIG toes and PINKY toes, but I’ve never heard of a SPEK toe,” Waldo declared as he looked at his feet.

“What are you talking about?” challenged Mikee.

“The sign!” replied Waldo. “It says Spek toe. Actually, it says Spe k to e, but I call it Spek toe.”

“WHAT?! What sign?” Gizmo inquired excitedly.

“THIS sign!” blurted Waldo pointing to the old weathered sign on the gate he was standing in front of. 

Taking a closer look, Gizmo began scraping the frozen snow from the sign revealing the words ‘Speak to enter.’

“It doesn’t say Spe k to e; it says ‘Speak to enter,’” chuckled Gizmo.

“Open the gate!” Gizmo demanded, but nothing happened.

“Open, almighty gate!” Mikee tried. Still nothing.

“Open, my sweetest pudding gate.” Waldo tried, but the gate didn’t move at all. “There’s no use! This old rusty piece of trash will never open!”

“Hmmm, old... Waldo, you’re a genius!” Gizmo exclaimed.

“Me?!” a confused Waldo questioned. 

Gizmo had an idea! Since it was an old castle, old as the North Pole itself, it may only understand the old elvish language – Sindarin.

“Oh no! What are we going to do? No one speaks that old Sindarin language anymore!” Mikee said.

What do you think will happen? Is there anyone or ANYTHING that might know the old elvish language? Will the elves find a way to get in?

More updates tomorrow. Right here; ONLY on the North Pole Times.