A/N: Well, next bit up... sorry the first bit was a tad long...

Writing style changes here as Kelly takes over from Pam!

For disclaimer see Part One... we own nothing!

No member of the Fellowship was hurt in the making of this fanfic (not seriously anyway... traumatized - yes - hurt - no)

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Someone had to take charge of the situation and seeing how the wizard had the biggest staff, he decided it would be him.

"Look, we don't have time to be messing about with silly young girls." Gandalf said.

The girls pouted, and so did the elf.

"We are on a very important quest. We are the FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING."

As Gandalf said these words (and they actually came with the capitals) a fantastic piece of music came out of nowhere.

The girls looked round think it was the Blue Stuff again.

Aragorn, the warrior with the girlie jewel and a sexy leather jacket sighed and rolled his eyes.

"I wish that would stop happening. We're never going to be able to creep up on Sauron with that bloody racket going on."

The girls were impressed. They had managed to find a group a sexy men that actually came with their own soundtrack.

Gemma finally stopped giggling. (She had had the Blue Stuff before and had a strong resistance to it) "So what does a FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING actually do then?"
she asked and winced as the music started up again.

"Well," Boromir said from behind the tree, "We have to take the most powerful ring in all of the world to the most evil place in all of the world and destroy it so the most evil wizard in all of the world can't get his hands on it."

"Oh, right then," said Pam. "Best get a move on then."

"Yes, exactly....WHAT?" Gandalf turned and stared in shock.

"She's right," Kelly said firmly. "There is no time to waste."

The Pretty Elf, Legolas, flicked his hair happily at this new turn of events.

Aragorn pulled himself together and walked over to the three girls and bowed deeply, and placed his hands on the hilt of his sword.

"Ladies, I understand that you may be warriors in your homelands;"

Gemma snickered and Pam elbowed her in the ribs.

Aragorn coughed and glared at them. "Ahem, anyway, this is a dangerous quest that may cost some, or all of us, our lives. The FELLOWSH..."

"STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Everyone yelled in unison and Aragorn paused as a note of music hung in the air, realised that no others were coming and then sheepishly sidled off.

Aragorn was now turning purple with anger at having been interrupted twice. "Well the point is that you can't come. So there!"

Boromir, who had come out from behind the tree and was now catching the kisses that Pam was blowing at him, turned to Gandalf.

"Let them come Gandalf. Tell him he can't make all of the decisions - its not fair! Aragorn makes all the decisions and its not fair!"

Gandalf sighed and kicked Gimli the Dwarf who had taken the opportunity to have a nap.

"What do you think?"

Gimli scratched his beard. "Womenfolk can cook. Let them come."

Gandalf raised his staff authoritatively. "Right- they can assist the quest."

"Hurray!" yelled the Girls.

"Wait!" cried Boromir as they all began to walk West. "What about Frodo and Sam and your friend?"

Kelly smiled knowingly. "Oh don't worry about her, she'll turn up when its dinner time! And don't worry about the others... She won't really hurt them.
To be Continued..... (hopefully)