[dragoneyes]

I'm tired so this could possibly be a little strange...

*the fellowship get over the fright of Michael Jackson*
Gandalf: Fool of a Took! Throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity!
Pippin: Errmmmm, next time? You plan on coming here again?
Gandalf: Well, it's quite nice when not infested with orcs and other such nasty things
Pippin: If you say so...
Gandalf: Yes I do! Now, hark! There are drums beating far away!
Gimli: Drums in the deep! We are doomed!
Boromir: A couple of drums and you think we're doomed?
Legolas: Weirdo dwarf!
Gimli: Is it gang up on the dwarf day today?
Aragorn: It is everyday, twit.
*Gimli continues crying*
Sam: Frodo! Your sword! It's glowing blue!
Frodo: That must mean...
Everyone excluding Legolas who is filing his nails: ORCS!
Legolas: *Looks up* Oh. What? Oh right, yeah, yrch.
Gandalf: Quickly! we must fight before we realise there is a perfectly good escape route over there!
Sam: Where?
Gandalf: Don't look! Or we shall have to use it and miss a rather thrilling battle scene.
Boromir: *runs to the door* They have a cave troll! *shuts the door*
*the troll sticks his foot through a hole in the door and Sam stabs it*
Troll: Oh you're so nasty you are! What did you go and do that for? I was only stopping the draft getting through! *runs away crying in pain*
Aragorn: What now?
Boromir: Well... we kill the orcs! You're not going to be a very good king if you can't work that out!
Aragorn: I will be a great king! The rhyme said so!
Boromir: You can't decide your entire future on a rhyme.
Aragorn: You did!
Boromir: Now that's different, that was a dream, my brother had it too y'know!
Aragorn: whatever you say!
*meanwhile orcs are storming in and everyone else s fighting desperately to fend them off*

That's enough for tonight I beleive, as my father so kindly pointed out, it is 1:00. Good night!