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Takes place the night after the council.
Arwen walked through the corridors of Rivendell, her amythest gown sweeping across the marble floors.
She paused in the middle of the hall, hearing a faint thumping sound. Frowning, she walked over to one of the doors, pushing it open slightly.
The sight she saw made her jaw drop.
"I've been missing your strawberry kisses!" Boromir sang out, jumping on the bed. He wore star shaped sunglasses and a mini skirt on over his armor.
Merry and Pippin were on the floor dancing, Merry wearing a hot pink wig and Pippin had a blue floral dress on.
"Aragorn, I'm telling you, this stuff works wonders." Legolas spoke, holding up a few bottles of what looked suspiciously like hair care products.
"And your sure?" Aragorn replied, taking one of the bottles, some strawberry shampoo from his hands, not noticing Boromir raising to a high in the song.
"Ta-da!" Gimli shouted, as he popped out from behind a screen, wearing a midriff top with the print 'Dwarves do it better' in bright yellow, and a pair of jeans with diamentes on them, and red pumps.
A moment followed by Sam, dressed in a yellow halter neck, wearing a bright purple mini skirt and leapoard print boots and a cowboy hat on his head.
A wolfwhistle came from Frodo, who was busy applying mascara in one corner, while Gandalf sat back applying some eye shadow.
He glanced over at Frodo, shutting his eyes.
"What do you think? I'm going for the neutral look." He said, opening his eyes. Frodo looked over, then nodded approvingly.
"I've been wishing my strawberry kisses would fly through the wind too you from ME!" Boromir finished off, falling on his knee's on the bed, Merry and Pippin spinning around the room dizzily, an uproar of cheering as the Spice Girls came on the radio.
Arwen blinked, closing the door slowly. She turned around, taking a deep breath.
She walked away, intent on forgetting that sight.