Narrator: Hello – It's been a while hasn't it? Where are we then? Oh, well it would seem that the fellowship have now left Rivendell – the directors having skipped over the gift-giving scenes – and are now travelling along the Anduin, towards certain death… or at least some rather gruesome injury.

As Aragorn and Co. travel along the Anduin rounding up allies for the war on Sauron, he comes across some peasants sitting on the river-bank... We interrupt them mid-conversation...

Aragorn: [Gets out of boat] Who lives in that castle?

He points at a large stone edifice

Woman: No one lives there.

Aragorn: Then who is your lord?

Woman: We don't have a lord.

Aragorn: What?

Man: We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week.

Aragorn: Yes...

Man: But all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special biweekly meeting.

Aragorn: Yes, I see.

Man: By a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs,--

Aragorn: Be quiet!

Man: --but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more--

Aragorn: Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!

Woman: Order, eh -- who does he think he is?

Aragorn: I am your king!

Woman: Well, I didn't vote for you.

Aragorn: You don't vote for kings.

Woman: Well, 'ow did you become king then?

Aragorn: One of my ancestors, [Legolas sings] after a few years and some warring, destroyed the evil Sauron, taking his ring after cutting off his finger with the shards of Narsil, the sword of my ancestor that he destroyed. [Singing swells] The ring was lost, but now it's been found, and the sword has been re-forged by the Elves who kept it safe, signifying by Divine Providence that I, Aragorn, was to carry Narsil to war to re-kill Sauron, who just won't die. [Singing stops] That is why I am your king!

Man: Listen -- strange elves lying about distributing swords is no basis for a system of government.

Legolas: Excuse me?

Man: [Ignoring the tall elf-boy] Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical re-forging ceremony.

Aragorn: Be quiet!

Man: Well you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some prissy elf threw a sword at you!

Aragorn: Shut up!

Man: I mean, if I went around sayin' I was an emperor just because some moistened bink had lobbed a scimitar at me they'd put me away!

Aragorn: Shut up! Will you shut up!

Man: Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system.

Aragorn: Shut up! [Kicks man in frustration]

Man: Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! --- HELP! HELP! I'm being repressed!

Aragorn: Bloody peasant!

Man: Oh, what a give away. Did you hear that, did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about -- did you see him repressing me, you saw it didn't you?

Aragorn and Co. continue upon their quest, leaving the peasants to continue their political debate