A/N: Hi! So this is the weirdest story I have ever written. Inspired by bookfreak1317's '19 Ways to Annoy Legolas.' Because it is quite similar to their story, I did PM them and ask if I could post it. They said that I could. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own LotR. And I don't want to write a disclaimer for the rest of the chapters so I still won't own LotR by the time I write them all.

A little girl was skipping through the trees, when she saw the Fellowship walking down a path. She laughed, sounding fairly insane, and proceeded to run over to each member, tap each of them on the head, and give them each a nickname.

"Hello, Gim! And Bore-Bore! And Fro foe! And Samgee! And Doc! And Grin! And Leggy! And Aragroan! And Gandy!" Spoon exclaimed, tapping them twice on the head.

"Who are you? What is your purpose?" Aragorn asked, his hand holding the hilt of his sword. The girl laughed.

"My name is Spoon! And my purpose? I have no purpose, my dear Aragroan!" Spoon exclaimed. The fellowship took in her appearance. She was wearing a bright orange cape with a pink butterfly shirt and black, white, and green polka dot leggings.

"Spoon?" Pippin asked, inquisitively.

"Yes, Grin! Don't ask me why! I guess it's just what my parents wanted to name me!" She giggled. Her face held a smile, but this was an unusual smile. It looked innocent and sweet, but at the same time, murderous. "You know, if you plan on going the whole way to Mordor, you may want to get going," she said, breaking the silence.

"How do you know of our quest?" Legolas asked. Spoon rolled her eyes.

"I'm obviously not from this world, Leggy! Your 'mission, quest, thing,' as Grin here put it at the council with Lord Elly, is a story in my world," her facial expression changed from a mischievous grin to a serious, longing look. "I feel your pain, Bore-Bore. I know what it's like to be torn apart from your one true love!" She exclaimed dramatically, putting the back of her hand on her forehead and pretending to faint. She got up before most of the fellowship could even register that she hit the ground. She laughed. "Oh, wait! I must be confused. Aragroan's the one that was torn apart. From Arwen. . Bore-Bore, you're forever alone. Miserably single. Unloved!" She patted Boromir on the shoulder, as if she was trying to comfort him. Boromir backed up, a this-person-is-crazy-I-don't-know-what-she's-doing look on his face.

"And Gim! She only gave you a couple locks of-" her eyes widened as if she realized something terribly important. "Where are we?" She asked.

"We are in Hollin," Gandalf said. "Now if you wouldn't mind answering some-" Spoon laughed.

"Of course! Silly me! Gim would have no idea what I was talking about. Not just because it hasn't happened yet, but because dwarves are so dense and stuck-up. I should have known where we were, though! I mean, seriously! You're all here!" She commented. "And you really should continue walking if you want to destroy it before the Enemy becomes extremely powerful and the Nazgul find you! Don't mind me! I'll just be here talking to you all rather loudly about personal issues that we know everyone has! Actually, you probably don't know that Leggy here has a weakness for shiny objects! And that he also has a fear of spiders! And he also only learned to fire a bow when he was twenty one years old! I guess that one can be excused. He is the best archer of Middle Earth, or that's what they say. Now, like I said. Let's walk, and talk," she finished, after her long paragraph of no breaths. Legolas' cheeks tinted pink, and the fellowship began walking away, dazed and confused by Spoon.

"That's what who says? What did you mean by, 'that's what they say'? Merry asked.

"The Lord of the Rings," she skipped along, going ahead of the fellowship, then turning back.

"The Enemy was talking about Legolas?" Merry looked shocked, as did the rest of the company.

"No, no, no, Doc! Of course not! The books! The movies! Though I guess you wouldn't have heard of them. After all, you are living the story! I guess dwarves aren't the only dense ones! Halflings!" She giggled. "Or half-wits!"

"We're not half-wits!" Sam cried. Spoon ignored him.

"So, Gandy," Spoon began. She looked to Gandalf to see him looking rather unfazed,

"Yes, Spoon?" Gandalf said. Spoon laughed.

"Do you speak the language of moths? Or do they speak a language that you speak? Or did you just put a spell on it? Or was it a special message delivery moth? Or was it just a floating hologram that you created?" Spoon questioned. Gandalf sighed.

"You certainly are strange," he commented.

"Well, duh, Gandy! Of course I am! But seriously. Answer my question."

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! Please review! It makes me so happy! Elated! Ecstatic! :)