A/N: Welcome back to the insanity. Ok, now will be some Lorien Stuff, lots of confusion, and some angry elves. This means we're coming towards the end of the Fellowship!! Nooo! But, there's always the Two Towers, and if you think I'm passing up that chance, you'd be insane!

Aragorn = Boromir

Boromir = Aragorn

Frodo = Gimli

Gandalf = Pippin

Gimli = Sam

Legolas = Frodo

Merry = Merry

Pippin = Legolas

Sam = Gandalf

Chapter Thirteen: The Council of Lorien

"Ok, can we see you in a...." Galadriel yells to the Fellowship, then gets cut off by a flying T-bone steak.

"ARGH!! THAT'S IT!!!" She screams, ducking inside the house. Two moments later, two pink jets of light shoot out of the house, followed by evil, maniacal laughter.

"EEEEEEEEEEEPPP!!!" Some random Elves scream, then hide behind a tree.

"Who is that freak?" Frodo whispers to Merry.

"WHAT??" Galadriel yells.

"Who is that freak? I mean the person that so dared to hit you with a T- bone steak!" Frodo says.

"Nice recovery." Aragorn whispers.

"Ok, we'll be with you in a moment." Celeborn calls, running inside the house to fix his robes.

A few moments later, Celeborn and Galadriel walk out of their house, both looking very stately and regal.

"Hey, dudes." Merry says.

"I'm not a dude."

"Hey, Gandalf, can I speak with you?" Celeborn asks.

"He's not here."

"He's right there!"

"No, I'm a hobbit!!"

"Where's Gandalf?"

"He fell. He was a great hobbit wizard."

"Whatever. Ok, Grandson of my son-in-law, but not related to me by blood, let's talk." Galadriel says, going over to Aragorn.

"I know you not!" Aragorn says.

"You're Elrond's adopted son!!!" Galadriel says.

"No, I'm the son of the Steward of Gondor!" Aragorn insists.

"I'm you son-in-law's adopted son." Boromir says.

"Ok, I know you not!" Galadriel says.

"Hey, has everyone forgotten about the Elvish prince?"

"Of course not, Legolas." Celeborn says, turning towards Legolas.

"I'm Legolas!" Pippin says.

"I'm Frodo." Legolas says.

"I'm Gimli." Says Frodo.

"I'm Pippin." Gandalf says.

"I'm Merry." Merry says.

"It's great that you're happy."

"No, Merry's my name."

"Sure. And my name is Sleepy."

"Hey, he's my cousin!!" Gimli roars. (A/N: Heh, Gimli's a DWARF, as is Sleepy. From Snow White? Get it? Heh, no, it's not funny.)

"Ok, and you must be..."

"I'm Sam." Gimli says.

And after giving the authoress a huge headache, she stopped. And suddenly, it was nighttime. This meant that the fellowship, except Legolas, were wearing flannel pajamas, courtesy of Lorien Fabric Market. Legolas was wearing green silk jammies.

"Ok, now I want all of you to go sleep in that tree over yonder. And don't make noise or my wrath will find you. And don't dirty the carpet or Haldir's wrath will find you. Ruin that antique vase and my husband's wrath will find you. Touch Faramir and the authoress's wrath will find you...? Who wrote this???" Galadriel says, wearing a pink satin gown, and then she leaves.

"Erm, sorry, couldn't resist." The authoress calls down and everyone forgets that last comment. Everyone except Boromir, that is.

"I have a strange feeling that somewhere in Minas Tirith someone is stalking my brother." Boromir says.

"You don't have a brother."

"Shut up! I'm being myself for now, Aragorn, and being concerned with my brother's safety! If someone's stalking him, it's my right to know!!" Boromir screams.

"Keep it down. I'm trying to sleep." Pippin mutters.

"Who do you think you are?" Boromir asks.

"Shut up and sleep."

"KEEP IT DOWN!!!"

"Sorry, Lady Galadriel."

And with that, everyone slept peacefully. Except for Boromir, who was plagued by dreams of his brother being stalked by someone, courtesy of my computer's keyboard and me.

"Must...save...brother...evil...woman...stalking...him..."
A/N: It ends. Next chapter, Farewell to Lorien. Ain't it sad? Not really. Ok, look for more soon!! Yay! Horray for comedy central! Or not.