Note: This is a very random story that I just thought of while I was bored. I don't know if it makes much sense. But this is me being crazy. I hope you enjoy.

On Middle-Earth, in the heart of the plains of Rohan, Aragorn stood, tugging on a rope. He tugged on the rope even through snow, sleet, rain and hail, and while receiving this mail. While he tugged, he constantly repeated the same words to himself. "I must tug on this rope. I must."

Orlando Bloom walked up. "Why, Aragorn? Why must you tug on this rope?"

"Ah! It's Orlando Bloom!" A million fangirls ran at the actor, screaming at the top of their lungs.

Orlando sighed and waved in farewell. "I am sorry, my ladies, but I only have one to which I have pledged my soul. Keira Knightley, here I come!"

He dashed away, followed by the mass of screaming teenagers. Meanwhile, Aragorn continued to tug on the rope. "I must tug on this rope. I must."

Boromir and Faramir strode up, arms over each other's shoulders. Boromir smiled. "Remember this day, brother, for it is a good day."

Suddenly Faramir's cell phone rang. He plucked it from his pocket and put it to his ear. "Hello? Oh, hi, Dad…No, I was hanging with Boromir…What do you mean, go to Rivendell? I'm having so much fun with him…Dad, I don't want to go. Send Boromir. He's so much more capable than me." The other person on the cell phone began yelling. Faramir shrugged. "Yeah, I love you too, Dad." He hung up. "Hey, Boromir, bro, you have to go to Rivendell. Something about forming a fellowship with some short little dudes, Orlando Bloom, and Aragorn." At that moment the duo noticed Aragorn tugging on the rope. "Oh, hey, Aragorn. Why are you tugging on that rope?"

Boromir held up a hand. "No time for that, my brother. It is time to ride." He leapt on to his horse as James Bond-like music played. "Fear not, Rivendell, Agent 006 is coming. Hah!"

Faramir stared at Aragorn as Boromir rode away. "I know why you tug on that rope, Aragorn. You wonder what the rope's name is. Where it came from. And whether it is truly evil at heart. What lies or threats led it on this long march from home. If it would not whether have stayed there in peace." He paused for dramatic effect. "War will make corpses of all rope."

Aragorn paid him no heed and continued to tug on the rope. "I must tug it. I must."

Faramir then saw a giant sheep falling from the sky. He shouted at Aragorn. "Aragorn, a sheep is coming! Run!"

But Aragorn did not care for his words. As the shadow of the massive, fluffy animal grew larger, he whistled a little tune, tugging on the rope. "I must tug on the rope."

Will Faramir save Aragorn? Will Aragorn realize the threat in time? And what is important about this rope in the first place? Tune in next time to find out.