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To the Reviewers:

Mee: Good point! I was too tired to check when I uploaded the first chapter last night. Will fix soon.

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LilyClairePotter: More on the way, my faithful beta-reader and sister.

Now, back to the show!

*Chapter 2: Several Days Later, In Moria*

"Aragorn, you keep the first watch!" Gandalf ordered.

"OK, who should I wake up when mine is over?"

"Well, none of us!" said Gandalf as though this were obvious.

"What do you mean?" asked Aragorn.

"Well, we all need a good night's sleep!"

"But who has the second watch?"

"Boromir does, but that's not till tomorrow night! And keep your sword out, there's no telling when you could get into trouble!" said Gandalf, laying down and pulling his sleeping sack over his body.

"But I need to sleep too!" shouted Aragorn. Gandalf, however, did not hear him.

ZZZZZZZZZ..

Cautiously, Aragorn crept around. He peered at each of the Hobbits, the Elf, Dwarf, Man, and Wizard intently, checking to make sure they were REALLY asleep.

"It's ok, Aragorn," he told himself, returning to the fire. "They can't see!"

He grabbed his sword and drew it forth from his sheath for the first time since Elrond reforged it. To his horror, it began to sing!

I love you You love me We're a happy family.

Shing! Aragorn shoved the blade back into its sheath and fell over in desperation. He immediately jumped up, swatting frantically at the flames from the fire now kindling on his arm. It burned his shirt black before he could put it out.

"Aww man! That was my favorite shirt, too. Oh well, time for the watch anyway..."

After an hour or so, Aragorn caught himself falling asleep. "Ack!" he said in frustration. He grabbed his pack from the ground and rummaged around in it.

"Coffee! Where did I put that coffee! I know I had it in here!"

THWACK! An arrow cut through the air and buried itself in Aragorn's pack. Coffee beans began spilling out of the hole. There it is! he thought momentarily. Wait a minute...orcs!

Aragorn spun around, flashing Anduril out of its sheath. With orcs nearby, the blade flamed bright.pink?! The flowers began to glow, and the blade struck up a new song:

Mary had a little lamb Whose fleece was white as snow

The orcs nearest Aragorn began laughing and pointing fingers at him.

And everywhere that Mary went.

Aragorn shoved the sword back into its sheath and fell to his knees in embarrassment. The orcs were laughing so hard they were clutching their chests. Suddenly, out of suffocation they keeled over.

"The lamb was sure to go!" shouted Pippin as he jumped from his makeshift bed. "I love that.ORCS!" the little hobbit screamed, and the others were up in a flash.

"Good one, Aragorn!" Boromir said. "I think you might have frightened them to death."

"Um, no, not really" said Gandalf, bending over the orcs. "Bless my beard, but they appear to have died of laughter! What in Moria did you say to them???"

"Um.I said.stand and, um, fight." Aragorn covered, looking at his feet again.

"Well, as long as that's settled, I think I'm going back to bed" the wizard said, and without further ado the rest of the fellowship climbed back under their covers, leaving Aragorn standing looking at the orcs, breathing heavily. This can't be happening to me!