Author's Note:

So, just so you know here is a list of the people in the club. I guess I should have come up with this sooner, but better late then never I guess.

FARAMIR

FRODO - SAM - MERRY - PIPPIN - GANDALF - THE GHOST OF THEODEN - EOWYN- EOMER - ARAGORN - GIMLI - THE GHOST OF GOLLUM/SMEAGOL

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Chapter #2:

"Are you really serious Faramir?" Gandalf asked. It was the question on everyone's minds, the wizard just happened to be the first person to find his tongue and ask it.

"Why would I not be?" Faramir asked looking confused.

"It is the craziness," Gimli concluded, "it has become an unstoppable epidemic."

"But Faramir," Sam asked, "why are we here?"

"Because like me you all have a deep hatred of my father, Denethor."

"I am not so sure about that," Eomer pointed out, "I mean I can understand some of the people who are here. For example: Aragorn, Pippin, and the ghost of my uncle. Other choices are not so understandable. Why in the name of Eru is the Ghost of Gollum/Smeagol here?"

"He is here because he hates everyone indiscriminately," Faramir explained.

"It's true, precious," said ghost whined, "we hates them all!"

"It sort of makes sense," Merry observed sounding quite shocked.

"Now it is time to spilt into groups," Faramir announced, "so that everyone can help to strengthen the I Hate Denethor Club."

"What if we do not want to?" Frodo asked.

"The consequences will be dire," Faramir growled his reply. He did not elaborate, and everyone else gathered in the room decided that they were just better off not knowing exactly what the dire consequences would be.

"So," Gandalf said brightly trying to distract Faramir, "what sort of things do you have in mind for us to do?"

"Oh you are all going to have so much fun!" Faramir exclaimed rubbing his hands together. No one looked genuinely pleased at the idea, but for the sake of avoiding dire consequences they all pretended. "There will be four groups," he explained, "with people assigned to each group."

"Do we get to pick what we will do?" Eomer asked.

"Oh no," Faramir answered pleasantly, "in fact Eomer you Gandalf and Gimli are in the first group. Your job is to recruit people who we know who are not in the club yet."

"Oh what fun," Eomer said in the falsest voice imaginable.

"But everyone we know is insane," Gimli muttered, "we should be avoiding them in order to preserve what little of our own sanity we retain."

"A very wise idea," Gandalf nodded.

"So why don't you three go and get to work," Faramir suggested. The threat in this sentence was thinly veiled and Gimli, Gandalf, and Eomer rushed out the room. "The next group will be responsible for recruiting people who we do not know. How you do this will be up to you. In this group there will be Theoden, Aragorn, and Frodo."

The three exchanged unenthusiastic looks.

"Hey," Sam spoke up, "I am not to be in a group with Mr. Frodo?"

"No," Faramir told him bluntly, "you will be teaming up with Gollum to honor the death of Denethor."

"I have to work with him!?!?!" This shriek came from both Sam and the ghost of Gollum and Smeagol. They also had parallel looks of disgust on their faces. Frodo, remembering their animosity towards each other, winced at the thought of them being a team. Faramir did not look as if he thought anything was wrong.

"And the last group will be making anti-Denethor merchandise to sell," he said, "and that group will be Eowyn, Merry, and Pippin."

Compared to the others, this group seemed happy to have been put together. They all exchanged high-fives, grinning while the other people in the room glared at them.

"What about you?" Sam asked looking annoyed, "Why do you not have a group or a job?"

"Because I will be busy supervising all of you," Faramir explained with a grin, "now you had best all get to work!"