IN PURSUIT OF

Even Frodo had fallen asleep when Galadriel came for a late-night visit. She began throwing pebbles at the KeyRingbearer's slumbering self.

GALADRIEL: Psst! Frodo!

Frodo turned over, muttering something about, what else, ketchup and Randy.

FRODO: Yes, I'm a natural blue. Sea monkey's got my keys. Got my wallet too. It's a he, not an it. NO. Ketchup abounds. Please, Randy needs the keys! It's a blue he, not a blue key. Pass ketchup..

Galadriel threw more stones, harder.

GALADRIEL: Psst! FRODO!

One hour later...the Lady of the Wood was intensely irritated.

GALADRIEL: PSSST! FRODO!!!!!

Frodo snored on peacefully. Galadriel threw up her arms.

GALADRIEL: Ketchup!!!

Instantly the Fellowship scrambled to their feet. Everybody except Frodo—the shortest—bumped their heads on the tree root and were knocked unconscious.

FRODO: Did somebody say ketchup?

Instantly the Fellowship scrambled to their feet. Everybody except Frodo bumped their heads on the tree root and were knocked unconscious again.

GALADRIEL: Suivez-moi.

FRODO: Huh?

GALADRIEL: Follow me! It means FOLLOW ME in....Chinese, I think.

FRODO: Oh.