A/N: Whoot! Second-to-last-chapter! I apologize again for the shortness and the long update (I had writer's block on this chapter) but I can guarantee that the next chapter will be the much longer!

Disclaimer: FrescaPower (that's me!) does not own Lord of the Rings by J.RR. Tolkien and neither does she own the song from that M&M's commercial or the song 'Row, Row, Row Your Boat'.

Chapter 10: Don't Rock the Boat

Galadriel slowly walked past the place where the Fellowship was sleeping. Frodo remained asleep. She walked past again. Sam snored loudly. She walked by for a third time then ran over to Frodo, kicked him, and slowly walked by yet again.

Frodo jerked awake, looked around and fell back asleep.

Galadriel threw a rock at him.

"Do you wish to look into the mirror?"

"What will I see?"

"Even the wisest cannot tell."

"Are you calling me stupid?"

"-So I will explain so the audience can understand. The mirror shows many things, but not your reflection. Things that were, things that are-" she paused for a moment and said mysteriously, "And some things…that have not yet come to pass."

The audience sat there, scratching their heads in confusion. Frodo, also, was confused.

"Past, present, and future!" said the elf queen exasperatedly.

"It doesn't even show you your own reflection? Wow, you got ripped off. You should return it."

Galadriel rolled her eyes. "Just look into the mirror to see some more foreshadowing."

Frodo looked into the mirror.

"IT'S HIDEOUS!"

Galadriel did a facepalm. "That's your own reflection!"

"HOLY CRAP! I'M FAT! Oh, wait, that's just Sam…" The images in the mirror changed. "Legolas as a pirate? Now that's just crazy…" the image faded, and a new one appeared "Hobbiton is burning?! Does this mean the director will include the 'Scouring of the Shire' in the third movie where we act all awesome and kick those guys asses?"

"No."

"NOOOO! WHYYYY?! THAT WAS MY FAVORITE PART IN THE THIRD BOOK! What can I do to prevent such a tragedy from occurring?"

"Nothing. It is what will come to pass regardless of whether or not you actually succeed on this quest. You know what you must do. The Fellowship is breaking. He will try and take the Ring."

"Pippin?"

"Yes, Pippin," said the elf sarcastically.

"Then I'll give the Ring to you."

Galadriel eyed it greedily, but turned away. "Nah. If you don't find a way, no one will…except maybe Sam."

"I cannot do this alone."

"Yeah, well, it sucks to be you."

"Here's rope for you, dagger for you, long bow for you with arrows and some belts for you." she handed Sam a rope, Aragorn a dagger, Legolas a bow and arrows, and Merry and Pippin belts. She turned to Gimili. "And what would a dwarf want?"

"Beer!"

"Besides that."

"To look upon the face of Lady Galadriel one last time," said the dwarf.

"Hey! Back off shorty!" said Celeborn.

Galadriel turned to Frodo. "Here is some sort of star that you can use when all other lights go out."

"You mean like extra batteries when my flashlight goes dead?"

"Something like that."

She spoke to all of the Fellowship. "You also get these awesome cloaks which somehow make you invisible…sort of…well, not really, but they make a great fashion statement. Good luck on your quest. The fate of Middle Earth rests on your shoulders."

"We know already, stop reminding us! It's just plain depressing, that's what it is…" muttered Boromir.

The eight set off down the River in three elven boats.

"Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream," the four Hobbits sang happily.

"Shut up, I'm trying to think!" snapped Boromir.

Merry and Pippin looked at him in amazement.

"Good for you Boromir!" "We're so proud of you!" They hugged him.

"Get the hell off me!"

"Too bad you're going to die in the next chapter."

"What?"

The Hobbits resumed their singing. "Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream-"

"Quiet!" said Boromir, very irritated. "We're the ones that have to row because you're too short and weak to do it yourself! I'd like to know-"

"Where you got the notion?" asked Aragorn.

"To-"

"Rock the boat, don't rock the boat, baby!" sang everyone but Boromir, rocking back and forth "Rock the boat, don't rock the boat, baby! Rock the boat; don't tip the boat over! Rock the boat…"

Next Time in A Parody of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Random Parodyness:

The Last Chapter! The cliffhanger conclusion to the Fellowship of the Random Parodyness, in which Boromir gets fed up and decides to take the plot into his own hands and Aragorn is forced to give up on his plan to steal the Ring.