Just for you, I spin a picture-rific tale of the rabid fangirls and their victims of old:
Has anyone seen Aragorn? He seems to have gone missing.
He's not missing; he has gone into hiding from the pack of rabid fangirls that constantly hound him these days.
(You can't see me clinging to Boromir's leg in that picture....)
(In some random area away from the others)
This is a great disguise. No rabid fangirl would recognize me...
... oh no. There's one now... and she's staring at me!
Flee! Flee!
(Sounds of the wailing of the fangirl can be heard in the background)
I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! I must FLING myself from this high precipiece!
... okay, so it wasn't entirely hilarious, but oh well. I'm tired.