Disclaimer: None of Tolkien’s work is mine. In fact most to all of this fanfiction isn’t
mine. My sister just wanted me to post it on the web for her, so DON’T THINK I’M CRAZY!
Also, The Simpsons, Star Wars, South Park, and Monty Python don’t belong to me, or my sister.

Narrator 1: At Osgiliath, Boromir is refusing to go to Rivendell.

Boromir: No! I won’t go. I wanna stay here where it is socially acceptable to be drunk in public.

Denethor: I’ll… give you ten dollars.

Boromir: NO! Go yourself.

Denethor: Fine… *starts to waltz away*

Boromir: Hehehe…*goes through ball of cash and coupons which he found in Denethor’s wallet*

Narrator 2: So he went to Rivendell to spy on the Council of Elrond.

Narrator 1: Why didn’t he just go to the Council of Elrond? He was invited, wasn’t he ?

Narrator 2: DO NOT QUESTION MY AUTHORITY!!

Narrator 1: I hate you.

Narrator 2: Plus, don’t you remember? Boromir stole his wallet.

Narrator 1: What does that have to do with any-

Narrator 2: -Anyway on with the story. Denethor hides in a bush as the council meeting starts…

Figwit: I think we should have a bakesale.

Elrond: How will that solve our problem with Sauron?

Figwit: So that’s what this meeting is about…

Gandalf: …Bring forth the Ring, Frodo.

Frodo: *doing a headbanger version of his chicken dance.* Sorry can’t hear ya’!

Gandalf: I said, BRING FORTH THE RING FRODO!!!!

Narrator 2: Frodo reluctantly puts his I-Pod away and takes the ring out-

Narrator 1: -Product Placement!!!!!!!! BOO!!!!!!!

Narrator 2: *death glare* As Frodo placed the ring on the coffee table the council failed to notice
the bush slowly inching its way towards the table…

Denethor: Losers!!! The Ring is mine! *Leaps out of bush, grabs ring and starts running*

Aragorn: I knew it!!

Legolas: *raises eyebrows*

Aragorn: Well I did!

Legolas: *shrugs* Whatever you say Paco.

Everyone else: Paco?

Narrator 1: Paco?

Narrator 2:..Any-way, as Denethor runs he trips over what appears to be a tree root.

Denethor: Ow. Stupid tree root…

Merry: Hey I is no tree root!

Narrator 1: Merry is not a tree root! And what’s wrong with his grammar?

Narrator 2: He has a problem okay…. Now SILENCE PAWN!

Narrator 1: THAT’S IT! I CANT WORK LIKE THIS! I QUIT! *walks away*

Narrator 2: … So…Sam and Pippin fall out of a nearby tree.

Sam: Ow.

Pippin: Scottish ow.

Elrond: So be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!

Gimli: Who?

Elrond: Uh… You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, and you.

Figwit: Hey! Why did you choose the crazy bush man to go with them?

Elrond: I hate you Figwit… I really, really do.

Merry: Whoopee.

Narrator 2: Back at Osgiliath, Boromir and Faramir are talking.

Boromir: I have to leave now. Since dad left, I rule Gondor!

Faramir: Dad’s gone? I can finally be myself! *puts on cat suit* I am… *cracks whip* El Gato!
*runs off*

Boromir: …

Narrator 1: Meanwhile, the fellowship is trying to withstand the wind and snow of Caradhras.

Narrator 2: YOU!! How did you get back here? I thought you lost it…it’s a shame really…

Narrator 1: I used the side door; plus, this thing needs a decent narrator. So stop yo’ bitchin’!

Frodo: * while listening to I-Pod* My salsa makes all the girls want to dance. It makes them-

Denethor: Shut up!! *hits him over the head with wiffle bat*

Gandalf: That’s enough.

Gimli: HEY!

Gandalf: What?

Gimli: What?

Legolas: *slaps Gimli across the face*

Gimli: HEY!

Legolas: What?

Denethor: Too…Much…Stupidity…Must…Kill! *leaps at Aragorn*

Aragorn: Not again! *uses horse tranq. gun on him*

Pippin: Mr. Denethor, are you all right?

Denethor: *drunkenly latches hand on Pippin’s face*

Pippin: HELP!!! HE’S CUTTING OFF MY BREATHING!!

Merry: Agh. Fine. *drags Pippin away*

Sam: Wait a minute. Only I call people Mr.!

Pippin: *death glare*

Sam: eep. *hides behind Aragorn*

Narrator 1: Hey! That horse tranquilizer bit is from The Simpsons!

Narrator 2: QUIET YOU IMPUDENT FOOL!

Aragorn: That was not so courteous.

Narrator 2: *in a sing-song way* Sor-ry Aragorn.

Thomas Jefferson: Ooh! Narrator 2 got told!

Pippin: Hey T.J. What’s cookin’?

Thomas Jefferson: Nothing much. Well, I’ll see you around.

Pippin: Bye.

Narrator 2: Wait…you DARE to insult me!

*bolt of lightning appears and smites Thomas Jefferson*

Narrator 1: You can’t smite America’s founding fathers! Wait..how’d you do that?

Narrator 2: *maniacal laughter*

Narrator 1: Well, anyway, I saw this movie today. It was called Hero and-

Narrator 2: BURMA!

Narrator 1: What did you say ‘Burma’ for?

Narrator 2: To distract you! The Fellowship decided to go through Moria…

Gimli: *hugging rock* I love you rock on the ground of Moria.

Legolas: Gimli, get away from my uncle.

Narrator 1: Anyway…Balin’s Tomb, blah blah, corpse down well, blah blah, drums in the deep,
blah blah, chased by orcs, blah blah, Balrog a-comin’, blah blah…. The Fellowship now is making
their way across the bridge of Khazad-Dum.

Narrator 2: So they started to run across the bridge, they saw a strange sight…

Jar-jar Binks: Fswhr soeg fgtj tofu rudweed?

Frodo: What the hell is that?

Gandalf: That’s not important now. We must keep running!

Frodo: No! What the hell is that thing?!

Legolas: Well, it’s not an orc…

Pippin: So…Is it edible?

Legolas: I guess so…

Aragorn: Tonight we shall eat like kings!!!

Denethor: Kings? KINGS? Gondor has no king, Gondor needs no king!!!

Aragorn: But it has a queen.

Denethor: What? Who?

Aragorn: Boromir.

Gandalf: Hee hee hee.

Denethor: WHY YOU!!! *lunges at Aragorn and Gandalf. Knocks Gandalf off bridge.*

Gandalf: I’LL KILL YOU!!! BOROMIR’S A QUEEN!! HA-HA!

Jar-jar Binks: Fayw situo njgiuy Boromir msuuf queen!

Merry: Can I?

Gimli: Please…

Merry: Here. *hands Jar-jar a picture of Pippin at the Christmas party*

Jar-jar: NOOOOOOOO! IT BURNS USSSSSSS! *turns into Gollum and runs away. The Balrog,
decides that this is too interesting to miss, and goes to film a documentary on Gollum.*

Narrator 1: That’s not how Gollum came to be! And how can the Balrog hold a video camera?

Narrator 2:..

Narrator 1: Um, Narrator 2?… Are you alright?

Narrator 2:…

Narrator 1: Um….Anyway, the Fellowship left Moria and debated about where they were to go
next…

Sam: Where are we goin’ Mr.Gimli?

Aragorn: Hey! I’m the leader!

Merry: Then where is we be goin’?

Aragorn: To Lothlorien.

Denethor, Sam, and Frodo: No!! My ex-wife lives there!

Legolas: *raises eyebrows*

Frodo: You two married Galadriel too?

Sam: What are you talkin’ about? I married a tree!…I miss her so much…

Denethor:..uh…*backs away slowly*

Frodo: whatever *turns on I-Pod*

Denethor: Wait one second…*Feels pocket* SOMEONE STOLE MY WALLET!

Narrator 1: Back at Minas Tirith, Boromir is sitting in the Tower Hall.

Boromir: *hears knock on door* Be right there! *trips over his robes* Ow.

Faramir: ‘Ello! *Dressed normally again*

Boromir: What happened to El Gato?

Faramir: What are you talking about?

Boromir: You were dressed like a cat…with a whip and a cape!

Faramir: Sorry, but I don’t understand what you are trying to tell me.

Narrator 2: Suddenly, the doors of the hall are thrust open, and a lone figure strides in.

El Gato: Hark! It is I, El Gato!

Boromir: What!?

T.B.C.

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