A/N: This is a silly stupid fanfic of mine, but very funny. Hope you like it!
Legolas, Aragorn, Gimli, and Gandalf camped the night outside of the forest of Fangorn.
"Legolas, what kind of food is there where you come from?", asked Gimli, eating.
"None of that fatting food you dwarfs eat", Legolas replied. "We have pure Manki yogurt, and Lembas bread, Mmmmm…", he added.
Gimli snorted. "No wonder your so skinny."
"Food is the last thing we should set our minds on.", said Gandalf. " We need to concentrate on Frodo, and where he takes the ring".
"Frodo's fate is no longer in our hands", interrupted Aragorn, "What we need to be worrying about is the choices I will be making when I become king", he said, sounding important.
"Bah! This is madness!", complained Gandalf. "We need to know about Frodo, and the ring!"
"Me becoming king!"
"FOOD!"
Suddenly, Gandalf set a fire on everybody. "Frodo…", he said, content.