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Note: Goodness I don't think I've blushed so much since last years LA final project! Thanks for the review! I never though Id get so many…guess pointlessness is entertaining…OH! And thanks for the suggestions. Without them this would just ramble on and on and just be about their mothers embarrassing them…okay so yeah that's what it is now but it would suck a lot more y'see?

Aragorn sprinted to where he left Boromir, Findulias and his momma. He quickly put on a burst of speed at the thought of his mother in mortal peril. He broke through the clearing and saw Boromir frowning. Aragorn did a double take and saw Boromir was wearing little blue shorts, a with and blue stripped shirt and a navy vest with a little yellow duck on the chest pocket. He quickly realized it was a large version of a child's sailor outfit; compete with the little hat with blue ribbon and a little blue tie.

"Who screamed?" Aragorn asked just before falling on the ground laughing.

"Mom thought it was darling. She went to go paint it for her album." Boromir said through clenched teeth.

"I'm going to ask for a copy." Aragorn gasped through tears.

"I will hurt you." Boromir promised.

The two elves came strolling back into the clearing with their mats rolled up and underneath Legolas' arms.

"What took you so long?" Aragorn asked Legolas. "When you hear a scream you run."

"I had to sprinkle rose petals for my mother to walk upon." Legolas sighed.

"Why?" But before Legoals could answer there was a:

"Cecil, I'm thirsty get me some water."

When Legolas went to bring her his canteen she crinkled her nose and whined "Cecil, I want clean, fresh water. NOW!"

"Yes mother." He squeaked before running off.

When he returned she ordered him to get her pillows, for the ground was too hard. He quickly did her bidding and returned in an hour with a bunch of pillows made from animal hides stuffed with leaves and the softest moss.

While Gilraen was showing Aragorn how to light a fire properly, he and Boromir, who was still being painted, watched Legolas become a snivelling servant to his mother. Much like Wormtongue was to Sarumon.

"Legolas it's too hot, fan me!" The Queen of Mirkwood snapped.

"Yes mother, right away mother." He said running into the forest and coming back out with a large fern's leaf.

"If he keeps this up, he is going to drop dead from exhaustion." Aragorn muttered to Boromir, who was still posing, as he was forced to balance a bucket full of water on his head.

"Would you defy your mother though?" Boromir said having to force himself to still smile like he was enjoying the torture of these clothes and the force of standing there, not moving.

"Does it look like either of us could stand up to them?" Aragorn asked while taking two steps back and three left then six right.

"Good point." Boromir agreed just as the bucket fell on Aragorn's head.

"Even a small village child can do it Aragorn! You are king! How do you go though the woods silently if you cant even keep a bucket on your head?"

"I'm sorry. I don't want to disappoint you. Let me try again." Aragorn pleaded.

"Oh alright." She sighed as though she didn't want his to perfect this.

"CECIL! THE TENT YOU BUILT FOR ME IT UGLY! I WANT PURPLE!" The female elf of the group cried.

"Yes mother right away." Legolas said before gracefully sprinting off, in search of something purple to colour the tent with.

After Legolas came back with about a thousand little purple petals from various plants and carefully attached them together and then placed them in both inside and outside of the tent.

"Thank you Cecil, dear." His mother said before kissing him on the cheek.

"You're welcome mother." Legolas sighed before wandering to his own bedroll.

"Can we do the ring thing again?" Legolas pleaded. "I'll go back into, oh for crying out loud I'll live in them!"

"Yeah your mom is… scary." Boromir finally said deciding on a word.

"Why do you think I offered to go to Rivendell?"

"Ah! I see."

"Wouldn't even have lost the little stuttering freak if it wasn't for her need of monthly bandages."

The other two men winced at the thought of having to ride to a store, face the merchant, and ask for them out loud, buy them and then ride back. They were lords for crying ou loud.

"CECIL! You aren't the only elf here so stop acting like it."

"Guess she heard you." Boromir muttered as he lied down.

"Oh! Bo-Bo! Before I forget! Have you gotten your little wet dream problem handled?" Boromir's mother said, not even having the decency to whisper.

"Yes mother…" Boromir said while trying to suffocate himself with his pillow.