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"It's not fair," mumbled Pippin, "They always blame the hobbit! They never even suspect a great a wonderful wizard, do they? No! Always the hobbit! Where are my rights!?" he screamed feverishly.

"Aw be quiet, will you? I'm trying to read here," said the large muscular elf, lounging in a reclining chair and reading copies of "So Your Boss Has Control Issues" magazine.

"I still don't understand why you have to be in here in the first place!" fumed a very annoyed Pippin.

"I already told you. The padded confinement room is already taken. And you can't just leave a crazy person in a normal room by themselves," stated the elf, "Duh! I thought everyone knew that."

"Don't you 'Duh' me! I'll have you know that I was one of the original fellowship, and helped fight in the war against Sauron's armies, and..."

"Whatever," yawned the elf.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!" screamed Pippin madly, beginning to thrash in his strait jacket.

The elf just ignored him until finally, exhausted, Pippin calmed down and lay still.

"Are you done now?" asked the elf.

"Yeah," Pippin said tiredly.

"Good."

Minutes ticked by.

"I'm bored," said the hobbit after wiggling his hairy toes lost its entertainment value.

"Deal with it," replied the elf coldly.

More time passed.

Suddenly Pippin broke into song, "Jingle bells! Gandalf smells! Boromir does too! Eowyn cooked Christmas dinner and Aragorn barfed on Arwen's shoes! Oh..."

"Be... quiet!" yelled the elf, "It's a wonder they didn't put you in a strait jacket before! You are so annoying!"

"Why thank you," smiled the hobbit.

The clock on the wall ticked.

"Oh! Tramping through the woods, Strider needs a bath! What fun it is to—"

"Don't sing another word!" screamed the elf; a large vein pulsed rhythmically on his forehead.

"All right already," scowled Pippin, "No need to get your undies all in a bunch."

The elf scowled back at the annoying hobbit.

"By the way," Pippin asked innocently, "Who is in the padded room?"

"Oh..." the elf rolled his eyes, "that again. Elrond's mother-in-law. She went a little... loopy, you could say."

"Who?" asked Pippin, confused.

"Well, you know, Elrond's mother-in-law. Galadriel."

"What?" the hobbit's mouth fell open.

"I think it had something to do with knocking out an opposing fan at some football game or something."

Pippin sat in stunned silence.

The large elf chuckled, "All someone needs is one look at her, and you seem like one of the sanest people they've ever met."

You could almost see the light bulb go off in Pippin's brain.

The elf continued, "And you don't even want to know what happened to Celeborn..."

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