The Balrog has brought out Gandalf's alternate personality. What will happen to the remainder of the Fellowship when they meet him?

Disclaimer: Leggy-kins is mine! My own! MY PRECIOUS! Oh damn, he's not.

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Legolas, Gimli and Aragorn stared in awe as the white blob transformed into Gandalf.

"Is that you, Gandalf?" asked Aragorn.

'Yes, it is I, Gandalf, but now the White!" Gandalf exclaimed, showing off his fancy robes.

"I'm so glad you're back!" Legolas exclaimed and hugged him. And then Gandalf was enveloped in a white glow again. The glow turned cream, then pink, and then fuchsia. It then formed the shape of Gandalf again, but clothed in pink and with a pink beard.

"Gandalf?" Gimli questioned cautiously.

"No, like, it's, like, Fandalf the Fabulously Fuchsia, like!" the now-Fandalf screamed in a distinctly fangirl-y voice. "OMG, it's, like, Legolas! I love you, just look!" he screeched again and ripped open his robes to reveal an "I love Legolas" t-shirt. Legolas squealed in fear and hid behind Gimli.

"What will we do?" Aragorn said as he cowered before the power of fandom.

"Kill it before it lays eggs!" one of the trees suggested. Everyone nodded seriously.

"Sword, axe, or bow and arrows?" Gimli listed the weapons they could utilize in murdering Fandalf. "Personally, the idea of pushing him off Orthanc seems the most appealing, but we'd have to get him there first."

"Ooh! Can I watch you killing whatever you're talking about?" Fandalf squealed in excitement.

"Let's tie him up! And we can gag him too, so he'll shut up!" Legolas was all too eager to get away from Fandalf.

"'Kay," Aragorn grunted as he threw down the fan-powered monstrosity. And then Fandalf glowed again, and a few seconds later, they saw that the true Gandalf was back.

"Is that really you?" Aragorn asked again.

"Yes, it is really me now," sighed Gandalf in a pained voice. "I was going to warn you, but Legolas just had to hug me," he added, sending a hostile glare towards Legolas.

"Warn us from what?" Gimli spoke up.

"The ultimate evil: my alternate personality. See, when the Balrog scorched me, the heat somehow didn't burn my beard, but instead spit my mind in two. Unfortunately, the Fandalf side got a good deal of Pippin-esque behaviour from my memories. When someone touches me, Fandalf is free and becomes a fan of whoever freed him. Oh, woe is me," Gandalf said. "The good thing is, we can use him as a weapon against Saruman and Sauron, who above all fear and loathe fangirls."

They sighed collectively. This quest was going to become very long. And they hadn't even found the hobbits yet.

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