Disclaimer: We don't own Lord of the Rings. J.R.R. Tolkien owns 'em. As for the little song, Billy Joel owns it.

NOTE: Our first co-written fic, so please forgive us if we screw up the plot.



SING US A SONG MR.SARUMAN!

Chapter 1: THE BOX- by Naheka



One day, Saruman was staring into his Palintir. It was a boring, uneventful, and cold Sunday morning. Saruman's eyes were half closed and was just about to fall asleep of boredom when he saw a dark shape within the endless depths of the evil seeing stone.

"What the heck?" he said looking closer at the orb. "There's…some kind of…figure in the Palintir!"

Saruman was about to get an even closer look when suddenly the door banged open. A large wooden crate flew through the doorway and stopped with a BANG on the other side of the room.

"What devillry is this?" he cried, backing away from the box. He quickly turned to the doorway where the box had came from. What he saw made him scream….in a very disturbing tone…like a little girl's.

Five Uruk-hai and several other unfortuante Orcs had been plowed over and were laying flat one the floor. They all had wooden plank marks on their backs.

Saruman was about to fall to his knees to weep in unconvincing sorrow with lot's of whining and screaming, but then there was a loud THUD coming from the direction of the box.

He whipped around.

Gandalf was sitting at a piano, Aragorn, Boromir, and Legolas were behind him, and Gimli, Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin were in the front.

Saruman didn't have any time to question why they were there because Gandalf started to play up and down the keys. The four in the front started waving their arms in the air with synchronism and the three in the back starts to sing:

"SING US A SONG! MR. SARUMAN! SING US A SONG TONIGHT!"

Saruman, once again, screamed like a little girl and fled from the room in an insane rampage.





Weird ya'? Alright C-chan. Your turn!