Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings.

A/N:  Sorry this took so long to get out...the next update shouldn't take as long.

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Merry was unhappy with his job.  "Manager of Ringwraith termination," he muttered, drumming his fingers on the desk.  "But they've already been terminated.  I helped terminate their leader myself.  There's no Ringwraiths left to terminate."  He continued to puzzle over his job for a while.  He didn't know what he was supposed to do. 

"I terminated him.  What am I supposed to terminate now?  I've already terminated..." Suddenly, a thought occurred to him, and he leapt out of his chair.  "I am the terminator!"  He shouted, and bounded off to find Pippin.

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Pippin was rather enjoying his job as Director of Pipeweed.  He was, as Gandalf explained, in charge of overseeing the pipeweed trade with other countries. 

However, it seemed to Pippin that his job was really more Gimli's job.  So, having come to this decision, he redefined his job as "making sure our pipeweed is fit for smoking."  Then, he kicked back, put his feet on the tall desk before him, and lit his pipe.

It was then that Legolas burst in.  "Pippin!" he shouted.  Pippin lifted his head slightly to see who it was.  "Do you have..." Legolas began, but he stopped in a fit of coughing, having been overwhelmed by all the pipeweed smoke in the room.  Legolas left.
A minute later, the intercom on Pippin's desk came on and Legolas's voice asked "Pippin, do you have any fangirls that you know of?"

Pippin hit the intercom button with his heel and said "Nope."

"Any Mary-Sues?"

Pippin rolled his eyes and again hit the button with his foot.

"Legolas, they're all after you, so relax.  Care for a smoke?"  But Legolas didn't answer.

Pippin has peace for about five minutes before he was again interrupted, this time by Merry.

"Pippin!"

"What do you want?  A new pipe?  Here, I have a spare in here somewhere."  He removed his feet from the desk and began to rummage through a drawer.

"No, Pippin.  I am the terminator!"

"Ok."

"Come, you must help me terminate things!" Merry shouted, slamming his hands down onto the desk.

"Just a sec...Here it is!" Pippin held his spare pipe up, but his wrist was seized by Merry who dragged him to the door. 

"Fear me, pitiful humans!" Merry shouted, striking a pose.  He ran off down the hallway, leaving Pippin with his pipe in his hand and a confused expression on his face.

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A/N:  Ok, I got that out, but those of you who read my other stories will have to wait a bit for the next update.  Sorry!