*Aragorn is in Elrond’s quarters, discussing his destiny to be King. Suddenly, Aragorn puts on a paper crown and starts singing*

Aragorn: I’m gonna be a rocking king, so enemies beware!
Elrond: *joining in* Well, I’ve never seen a Gondor King with such greasy hair!
Aragorn: My coronation’s gonna rock, we’re gonna party right! But I can’t get too wasted before my wedding night *winks*
Elrond: Yes, the wedding…… hey!
Aragorn: Oh I just can’t wait to be King!

Aragorn: No-one saying ‘Raise the Dead’
Elrond: That had to be done…..
Aragorn: No-one saying ‘Be there!’
Elrond: That was Eowyn…..
Aragorn: No-one saying ‘Work hard!’
Elrond: You’ll have to…
Aragorn” No-one saying ‘Wash your hair!!’
Elrond: *nods grimly*

Aragorn: Free to laze around all day!
Doin’ things all my way.

Elrond: I think it’s time that you and I had a heart to heart……
Aragorn: I don’t need advice from a half-elf, for a start!
Elrond: *annoyed* If this is where monarchy is heading, you can count me out!
Out of Middle-earth, even! I won’t hang about to hear you sing!
Don’t forget that it was me who took you under my wing!
Aragorn: Now, Elrond, look here
I meant no offence
All I meant was,
Drop the elf pretence!
*Elrond’s jaw drops, and he storms out of the room, playing with his ears*
Aragorn: I wonder if I might have upset him or something
I’ll dedicate a monument to him when I’m King
But right now I’m so excited about this thing!
Oh I just can’t wait to be king!
Oh I just can’t wait to be king!
Oh I just can’t waaaaaaaaait……… to be king!