A/N: Well, here is part two of the Great Role Reversal. And these are the characters as whom they have selected to play:
Aragorn = Boromir
Boromir = Aragorn
Frodo = Gimli
Gandalf = Pippin
Gimli = Sam
Legolas = Frodo
Merry = Merry
Pippin = Legolas
Sam = Gandalf
Chapter Two: The Fellowship Leaves Rivendell
"Where's Arwen?" Boromir asks, looking all Aragorn-y.
"I have no clue. She's your girlfriend, idiot." Aragorn replies sullenly.
"Why does this authoress seem to think it funny that I get all the girls now? WHY?" Boromir screams.
"...."
"Well, guess I should try to find her." Boromir says, walking away.
"O..k.." Aragorn said.
Boromir walks out, whistling a happy tune, when he nearly runs over Sam.
"Whoa! Sorry, didn't see you, little buddy." Boromir says.
"Urgh. This robe is giving me problems." Sam grunts, showing Boromir his too long robe.
"Well, why don't you ask Arwen to put a hem on it?" Boromir asks.
"She's not a homemaker, you know." Sam warns.
"Oh. Ok." Boromir says.
Soon, he came upon Pippin, who was aiming at things with his bow.
"Lookee! Lookee! I'm an ARCHER! Boom! You're dead!! HAHA!" he laughs maniacally.
"Stop, son, you'll poke someone's eye out. Probably yours." Boromir warns.
"I am NOT you SON!!" Pippin screams.
"Calm down, spaz, it's just an expression." Boromir says, walking on.
He soon comes upon Aragorn again.
"How're you doing, man? It's not easy being me."
"You sound like Kermit the Frog." Aragorn says, struggling to put on Boromir's leather jacket-y thing.
"Well, how do you know I'm not Kermit the Frog? Huh?" Boromir says.
"Well, you sure as heck don't look like a frog...and you don't act like a frog...you are not a frog, my friend." Aragorn says.
"Dang."
He soon comes upon Legolas and Gimli, who hate each other's guts and are, ironically, Frodo and Sam.
"I am NOT friends with an ELF!" Gimli yells.
"Yeah? Well I'm NOT friends with a DWARF!" Legolas retorts.
"Well, you're both hobbits, so...." Boromir says, trying to help.
"Shut it, you!" snarls Gimli.
"Fine! Just trying to help, don't have a mumakil!" Boromir says.
Gandalf is sitting on a rock and moping about.
"Why? Why, Eru, why? Why am I Pippin? Of all things!" He moans.
"Hey, it could be worse." Boromir says.
"NO IT CAN'T!!!" Gandalf screams, tossing a shoe at Boromir.
Boromir runs away and comes upon Frodo.
"I am a DWARF! I have an AXE!! FEAR ME!!!" Frodo screams, running around with the axe and falling under the weight of Gimli's armor.
"Take it easy, son." Boromir says.
"I'M NOT YOUR SON!!" Frodo screams.
"JEEZE! It's an EXPRESSION! A FIGURE OF SPEECH! ARE YOU HOBBITS THAT THICK???" Boromir screams, thoroughly appalled.
"Well, you know..."
"Shut it, halfling."
"Fine!"
Boromir walks away, screaming.
"It's not easy being me!" Aragorn yells after him and receives the Look of Death from Boromir.
A/N: Sure hope you liked it! There will be more! Legolas will give you a kiss if you review! See how I must bribe you people? SEE?
Aragorn = Boromir
Boromir = Aragorn
Frodo = Gimli
Gandalf = Pippin
Gimli = Sam
Legolas = Frodo
Merry = Merry
Pippin = Legolas
Sam = Gandalf
Chapter Two: The Fellowship Leaves Rivendell
"Where's Arwen?" Boromir asks, looking all Aragorn-y.
"I have no clue. She's your girlfriend, idiot." Aragorn replies sullenly.
"Why does this authoress seem to think it funny that I get all the girls now? WHY?" Boromir screams.
"...."
"Well, guess I should try to find her." Boromir says, walking away.
"O..k.." Aragorn said.
Boromir walks out, whistling a happy tune, when he nearly runs over Sam.
"Whoa! Sorry, didn't see you, little buddy." Boromir says.
"Urgh. This robe is giving me problems." Sam grunts, showing Boromir his too long robe.
"Well, why don't you ask Arwen to put a hem on it?" Boromir asks.
"She's not a homemaker, you know." Sam warns.
"Oh. Ok." Boromir says.
Soon, he came upon Pippin, who was aiming at things with his bow.
"Lookee! Lookee! I'm an ARCHER! Boom! You're dead!! HAHA!" he laughs maniacally.
"Stop, son, you'll poke someone's eye out. Probably yours." Boromir warns.
"I am NOT you SON!!" Pippin screams.
"Calm down, spaz, it's just an expression." Boromir says, walking on.
He soon comes upon Aragorn again.
"How're you doing, man? It's not easy being me."
"You sound like Kermit the Frog." Aragorn says, struggling to put on Boromir's leather jacket-y thing.
"Well, how do you know I'm not Kermit the Frog? Huh?" Boromir says.
"Well, you sure as heck don't look like a frog...and you don't act like a frog...you are not a frog, my friend." Aragorn says.
"Dang."
He soon comes upon Legolas and Gimli, who hate each other's guts and are, ironically, Frodo and Sam.
"I am NOT friends with an ELF!" Gimli yells.
"Yeah? Well I'm NOT friends with a DWARF!" Legolas retorts.
"Well, you're both hobbits, so...." Boromir says, trying to help.
"Shut it, you!" snarls Gimli.
"Fine! Just trying to help, don't have a mumakil!" Boromir says.
Gandalf is sitting on a rock and moping about.
"Why? Why, Eru, why? Why am I Pippin? Of all things!" He moans.
"Hey, it could be worse." Boromir says.
"NO IT CAN'T!!!" Gandalf screams, tossing a shoe at Boromir.
Boromir runs away and comes upon Frodo.
"I am a DWARF! I have an AXE!! FEAR ME!!!" Frodo screams, running around with the axe and falling under the weight of Gimli's armor.
"Take it easy, son." Boromir says.
"I'M NOT YOUR SON!!" Frodo screams.
"JEEZE! It's an EXPRESSION! A FIGURE OF SPEECH! ARE YOU HOBBITS THAT THICK???" Boromir screams, thoroughly appalled.
"Well, you know..."
"Shut it, halfling."
"Fine!"
Boromir walks away, screaming.
"It's not easy being me!" Aragorn yells after him and receives the Look of Death from Boromir.
A/N: Sure hope you liked it! There will be more! Legolas will give you a kiss if you review! See how I must bribe you people? SEE?