Authoress's note: Sorry about the delay, but my lazyness and schoolwork interfered. I'll try and have the last chapter up next week. And please REVIEW!


Up on a balcony overlooking the hall Elrond groaned, "This was an awful idea, truly awful. I really don't think we need guessing games, attempts at world domination or attacks of randomness! We do have other people to audition you know! Now, can we get on with it?"

The possible darklord smirked, "Well it shouldn't take to long!"

Elrond rolled his eyes and muttered, "All I wanted was a nice short documentary on the end of the third age from different viewpoints. That's all, nothing ambitious." He looked down, "Oh fine, just make sure you guess quickly Carancollo!" He turned to the elf next to him and said quietly, "And I want archers and guards surrounding here as soon as possible; preferably out of sight." The elf nodded, running silently away.

"Well I won't then Lord Elrond." Carancollo's insolent call made the addressee sigh, and grumble under his breath, "That idiot elf is going to be 'accidentally' shot one day soon."

'That idiot elf' skipped merrily in circles, he couldn't think standing still; it overheated his brain, "I know you want to be either Legolas or Gimli. So which is it? Legolas or Gimli? I know." he yelled, "It's Gimli!"

The darklord cheered, "No way chicken brain. Besides, he's way too short!"

"Then I know it must be Legolas."

The sniggering of the darklord made Elrond cover his head with his hands and close his eyes; when he reopened them the darklord was speaking again "Elfie boy think more carefully because," shouted the darklord "YOU ONLY HAVE EIGHT GUESSES LEFT AND AT THIS RATE I WILL HAVE ERIADOR, RHOVANION, ERED MITHRIN, ERED LUIN AND EVERY THING ALL THE WAY OUT TO RHÛN! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Carancollo span around, pirouetting gracefully. He began to mutter to himself quietly, or at least his idea of quietly. The loud musings filled the cavernous hall, "Now, does he want to be Denethor or Boromir or Faramir? A madman or an idiot or a lay about? I know that since I am so wonderful everybody wants to be like me so obviously he can only want to be… Denethor"

"NO WAY José," said the possible-darklord.

"My name is Carancollo, Ka-ran-COL-lo, and I'll thank you for remembering it."

The speed at which the stranger attacked was in-elven. One moment Carancollo was standing, the next he was fainting from fright as the dagger pressed to his throat drew blood.

Stretching leisurely Elrond asked, "Now you've attacked may I have the rest of the guesses?"

"Of course, Lord Elrond. What else would I say?"

"Is it possible you want to be Frodo? Or maybe Gandalf? They are, after all, fairly important."

"I'd rather rot in the void than impersonate that treacherous Maia! Melkor the Mighty; Help me if I want to be Gandalf!"

Carancollo suddenly squirmed sideways and ran, screaming. Unfortunately, for Carancollo (but fortunately for everyone else) the darklord stuck his foot out and he fell, landing like a frozen chicken.

"If you ever try that trick again, Elf," the dark lord's soft hiss landed on his listeners ears like sandpaper (evil sandpaper), "I shall personally disembowel you. This is your only warning. And any innocent bystanders"

Elrond's brows lifted. The mysterious stranger finally beginning to provide some clues to his identity…


About the reviewing thing... I am very tempted to write a Teletubby LOTR crossover slashfic so if you wish to save anyone please review. hint, hint