A/N- Yay, I did get reviews after all *ignores the fact that I shamelessly begged and advertised for most of them* yep... I got reviews. Okay, so this wonderful story SHALL continue, but the chapters are going to be notoriously short. But I promise absolute nonsense and insanity as it goes on.

Altenq- Yay! My most reviewing reviewer for my other fics! Yeah, it gets worse from there. Read on and see for yourself.

I'm From Tookland- I did? Ooh... I feel special. I love your fic! Muahahaha it's funny...

La Pamplemousse- Really? I looked all through the book and couldn't find a street number for the house on Rue Plumet? Do you remember when they say the address?

Elyse3- That's where I got the idea. Thankee.

Disclaimer- I don't own any of the characters in this chapter. I do have a Ring on a chain that I got off a bookmark and work for a couple weeks till it turned all silver...

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Gimli sighed morosely. "I have seen true beauty, and I shall never love again. Such lovely, golden locks... I shall never forget you! Oh, never have I felt this way... especially for an elf!"

Frodo laughed and shook his head, but Sam spoke up. "Honestly, Mr. Gimli, you can't go on pining over an elf all hours of the day. It's not proper for a dwarf, if you catch my meaning."

"After all, Gimli," Frodo broke in, "what would Celeborn think if he knew you had pledged your undying love to Galadriel?"

"Oh, I suppose you're right," Gimli sighed again. "But only about the love pledging part. I shan't pledge her my undying love... but I shan't forget her either."

Frodo patted him on the back, assuming he would move on to a nice, bearded dwarf woman. Gimli leapt to his feet. "She walks silently through Lothlórien, white robes glistening in the moonlight-"

Pippin, who until now had been content to sit quietly with his pipe, interrupted. "I'm warning you, Gimli, I don't want to hear another word of Galadriel."

"And what are you going to do about it, you curly-haired... pipe-smoking... green-cape wearing... brooch-less... hairy-footed... erm... hobbit?"

"This," Pippin said as he shoved Gimli playfully, catching him off balance and sending him into the mud.

Laughing, the three hobbits helped him up. (Pippin had locked Merry in the bathroom of his trailer because he was tired of being called 'the short one.') Gimli huffed and looked down at his dirty clothes. "Tell you what, Gimli," Pippin offered, "I'll hold your pipe while you go change your clothes."

Gimli rolled his eyes. "You young rascal! I'm going to wash this off and bring my pipe with me!" he shouted, unaware that he hadn't been smoking a pipe in the first place.

The dwarf grabbed Pippin's pipe and stomped away.

Frodo and Sam looked accusingly at Pippin. "Merry!" Frodo scolded. "You made Gimli angry with us!"

Pippin shook his head. "That settles it, then."

He pulled Sting out of the sheath at Frodo's side and stalked off in the direction of Merry's trailer.

"Mr. Frodo?"

"Yes, Sam?"

"That was Mr. Pippin, if you catch my meaning."

Frodo blinked. "Oh yeah! Merry's the one with the butt-chin!"

At that moment the two non-gay hobbits heard a strangled cry from Merry's trailer. Pippin returned a moment later, wiping Sting on his cloak. "Here you go, Frodo," he sighed.

"Where's Merry?" Frodo asked.

Pippin was suddenly very interested in scratching his ear.