AN: I hope no one who's reading Drottningu decides to read this, because I know I'm supposed to be working on that... sorry, folks. I want it to be perfect, and perfect it shall be, no matter how long it takes!!

This is dedicated to two people: Becky, and Undercooked. Emjoy!

R and R, if you haven't died of boredom by the end!

Once upon a time (at eleven pm, when she was supposed to be doing coursework, to be exact) the rather brilliant authoress got bored. So, with a magical tap on her keyboard, suddenly the world was no longer as it should be: various characters were whisked out of various plotlines, and suddenly Arya, Aragorn, Eragon, Arwen, Orik, Brom (who was magically alive again), Gandalf and Saphira (as well as a rather surprised looking frog) were all dumped violently (as the authoress was feeling rather violent) into a rather generic looking clearing in some rather generic looking woods. It was at this moment that the authoress vowed that in the next paragraph, the word 'rather' would not be used at all due to its over use in this one.

"We're in Ellesmera!" Arya yelled, twirling round in a very Disney-like way. Eragon watched her, drooling.

"No, we're in Rivendell!" Arwen yelled, also beginning to twirl. Aragorn drooled, too. They watched as the two elves span in ever-decreasing circles, trying to outdo the other with their princess-elf-ness. They twirled too much and fell over. The spell over the two very important yet tragically fated men was broken.

"I'm Aragorn," Aragorn said.

"Really?" Eragon grinned like the idiot we all know he secretly is. "My name's Eragon."

"THAT'S NOT HOW YOU SAY IT!" Aragorn sobbed. He stomped into the forest to cry. At that moment, the rather distracted authoress remembered that she had forgotten Frodo, so he randomly popped into existence.

"Hello," he said to Eragon, wiggling his hairy feet. "I'm Frodo. I wasn't important, but now I am, because I randomly got given something powerful and then an old, clever man sent me on a random quest that I don't really understand. And now everyone wants to be my friend."

"Wow!" Eragon said. "That sounds like me. Let's be friends!"

"Best friends," Frodo agreed happily. They skipped off, arm in arm, to make daisy chains.

Across the clearing, Brom and Gandalf were making threatening faces at each other. Then, they simultaneously got out their pipes and tried to blow a bigger smoke ring than the other. Gandalf used magic to make his pink. Brom used magic to make his blue. Gandalf made his green. Saphira, who was fed up of getting ignored, flamed them both. The authoress decided she was being a menace and vanished her out of existence with a tap on her keyboard. In her place, Murtagh and Gollum popped into existence. They eyed each other defensively, crouching.

"Gollum," said Gollum, twitching.

"Murtagh," said Murtagh, also twitching.

"Croak," said the surprised looking frog.

"Gollum."

"Murtagh."

"Croak."

"GOLLUM!"

"MURTAGH!"

"CROAK!"

At this point, Aragorn came out of the forest and decided to sit on Gandalf's withered remains to cry, instead. The ruckus in the clearing now sounded something like this:

"GOLLUM! MURTAGH! CROAK! SOB!"

Orik wandered over to Frodo. "Hullo, I'm Orik," he announced. Frodo looked scared and drew his tiny dagger thing.

"ORK!" He yelled, stabbing Orik in the chest. "ORK! ORK!" Orik began to choke. Eragon just laughed.

"GOLLUM! MURTAGH! CROAK! SOB! ORK! CHOKECHOKECHOKE! HEHEHE!"

Arya and Arwen got up and started singing, trying to impress the boys with their princess-ness.

"Lalala," sang Arya.

"Lololo," sang Arwen.

"GOLLUM! MURTAGH! CROAK! SOB! ORK! CHOKECHOKECHOKE! HEHEHE! LALALA! LOLOLO!"

At this point, the authoress' mother came in and demanded to know why she was not doing her coursework. Thus, the story had to end and the various characters were sent back to their various plotlines.

"How pointless," the reader sighs.

Rather.