AN :Honestly, I was just looking over my (very short) chapters, and when ever I have a lot of periods, or stars, it shows up as some random symbol or nothing at all, so sorry 'bout that. Also, it doesn't show italics, bold or underlining. If it continues to happen, your just going to have to play along. No wait...problem solved... Yeah, I said before that my chapters are short, so I'll try to fix that, but you'll have to bear with me for a couple more chappies, ok? So, enjoy the next chapter, and any suggestions for some funnies, or new characters, shot.

Disclaimer: Blah Blah Blah, not mine. But Imagination Circus is! grin

Hype: Thanks, you're the only one who reviewed! Feel special. Yeah, I don't know why I let Dom add in that particular romance, so I think I'll flick him out... Eowyn is such a player :D. But she's still one of my favorite characters! But I ask you HOW could I have forgotten Elladan and Elrohir?! I'll add 'em in, no worries. We did consider them though, along with other characters like Beorn and Tom Bombadil, but we thought there was too many characters.


The Lord of the Castaways- Look! There's a tree out my window...(chapter 5)

The afternoon was sunny and warm, and people were slowly coming over to the bar to get something to drink. Suddenly, a giant hand comes out from the sky and drops two men (or elves) in one of the tall trees above the "bar".

"Dude, where did they come from?" asked Eomer, with a beer halfway to his mouth.

"I dunno..." muttered Aragorn.

"Who the hell are you?!" yelled Boromir, a little too loudly.

"We are brothers. He is Elladan, and I, Elrohir. Could you help us down?"

"NO!" exclaimed Faramir, "can't you climb down a tree your self? I mean, your elves, aren't you?"

"Well, we're not really used to Palm trees, and it's too far to jump," Elladan answered, "please help us down."

"NO!" Faramir repeated, "you might take our alcohol!"

"Mmmmh... a-l-c-o-h-o-l-..." slurred Boromir, one arm hung drunkenly over Slurppey's shoulder. "I can't believe you are already drunk!" Slurppey shook his head, ignoring the cries from above them.

"He has a very low tolerance of alcohol," said Faramir, "dad used to give him a sip of his wine, and he would just pass out!" Boromir stomped his feet, "I DO NOT HAVE A LOW TOLORANCE OF ALCOHOL!" and with that said, he keeled over and landed flat on his face. They could hear muffled snoring come from his limp body.

"One down, thirty-eight to go," mumbled Aragorn to himself, staring at Boromir. "Forty!" yelled Elladan. "Quiet you," shot Slurppey.

"Hey, does the Ring really count? I mean, he can't get drunk, can he?" wondered Faramir. "Meh," Gimli shrugged.

Meanwhile...

"VROOM! ER-ER-ER! NEE-OO NEE-OO! SCREEEEECH!"

"What are they doing?" Pippin asked. "If I only knew..." Merry replied.

Frodo and Grima had found not only the booze, but a broom as well, and they were sitting on it, running around and making car sound affects. Frodo's eyes were wide with excitement, and Grima was just laughing and hiccupping as he went along. "Vro hic om!" he grinned and took another swig of his Molson.

"Ahh," said Merry as he too indulged in a drink, "nothing like good canuckian beer!"

"They're called Canadians, Merry," said Pippin, with a hint of pride in his voice of his vast knowledge of Canada and the folk that lived there (not). Merry stared at him with a blank expression, "it was a joke, Pip."

"Oh..." Pippin looked ashamed. "Here, have a beer," Same handed him a Labatt Blue, but never taking his eyes off Grima and Frodo, lest he hurt Mr. Frodo... "Thanks," said Pippin, cheering up a bit. "Shh, don't tell Gandalf!" Sam smiled and laid his arm around Rosie's shoulders again.

Diamonds eyes fluttered open (as her head was still in Pippin's lap) and lifted her head to look around, slightly confuzzled. "Wha- what's happening? Why are there cars and ambulances..."

"VROOOOOM!" Frodo screeched.

"What in Middle Earth? Galadriel?" she questioned, but the other hobbits shook their heads, and Pippin held up his beer, "nope! Alcohol!" A grin passed over the hobbit lasses face, and her eyes grew wide as she groped for the bottle. Pippin handed her the Blue, and she chugged the rest. "I never knew she was so keen on ale," commented Estella, staring at Diamond.

"I got her hooked on it last year at the Green Dragon. Her father never forgave me for that one," Rosie shook her head. "Ah, I see," said Estella, nodding and leaning in to Merry for warmth. "It's getting chilly out here," she said. Merry automatically took off her coat and put it round Estella's shoulders, who drew it close to her body. "Thank you," she replied and looked up at him lovingly. Merry smiled down at her, and kissed her forehead.

"Oooooooo!" they heard Grima say from behind them. "Merry and Estella, sittin' on a stump!"

"Merry's hand 'slipped' and pinched her rump!" added Frodo. "Dude, that was SWEET!" Grima exclaimed and high-fived the hobbit.

"Oh shut up Frohoe!" snapped Merry defensively. Frodo scowled at him.

"Hey, just because he sleeps around..." said Grima. Frodo's jaw dropped, and he slapped Grima before stalking off to play with the Ring.

"What's up his ass...?" Grima muttered.

Back again...

So Sauron eventually returned, looking very excited as he spotted the "refreshments". He chugged down a Heineken and stuffed a banana muffin in his mouth. "Mmmh... baninis!" said Sauron, his mouth full and smiling.

Galadriel decided to emerge from her hole as well and join the party. Elrond put Wilson away carefully in his tent, singing a lullaby to it, much to the embarrassment of Arwen, and, way up in the tree, Elladan and Elrohir.

"Well, I think it's cute," Aragorn said amongst the snickers.

"That's only 'cause you wanna get laid. Nah uh, not gonna happen! To much shit going on tonight. I mean, just look at Frohoe, I mean, Frodo." She muttered something about keeping her mouth shut, and not to blab about "that night".

Aragorn looked quizzically at her. Arwen saw a billion questions were about to erupt, so she just giggled and smothered him in kisses, drowning any thoughts of Fro...do...

From above them, "hey! Get your hands off our sister!" demanded Elrohir.

"Aw, go climb up a tree..."

Everyone stared at Aragorn.

"What?"

The twins decided to ignore Aragorn, and continue to try and get down. "Sis, will you please help us?" Elrohir asked pleadingly. "After all those times you told on me to dad about Aragorn?...naw," replied Arwen with a smirk. They groaned.

The Anonymous V. Leader stumbled around with his seven followers, who were pretending to be drunk as well, to make their master look noble... kinda.

Frank poked his head out of the tent, spotted the beer, screamed, jumped up and down and pissed himself. He then leapt back into the tent. "You guuuyz!!" he said, sitting cross legged and rocking back and forth. "They have BEER!!" he squealed. Gamling gasped, but Haldir pouted, "what about Imagination Circus?"

Both Frank and Gamling stared at him. "Dude..." said Frank.

"Sorry..." replied Haldir, and ran after the others. Gamling ran to the beer table, but Gandalf grabbed him. "No my boy, you don't need anything to giddy you up anymore."

Gamling's eyes welled up, "but... but..."

"No butts!" Gandalf shook his finger at him, "and especially no weed!" Gamling hung his head in shame, but then his eyes lit up with an idea. He ran down to the grass, picked some, ran back to his tent, grabbed paper and a lighter and rolled the grass. Faramir watched him, shaking his head. "Dipshit."

Gandalf frowned at him, started to say something, but stopped himself and went back to chatting with Celeborn.

Theoden and Isildur both looked annoyed, as Gandalf spoiled their fun of being the only ones who had food. "Gandalf is such a Poohead!" yelled Isildur, making sure that Gandy could hear. "Poohead, poohead, poohead!" they squealed in a scattered chant, sounding oddly like birds.

Suddenly, Bilbo's high, squeaky laugh rang out over the crowd, "hehehe! Elrond made a funny!"

Arwen slapped her forehead and shook her head, which was hidden in her hands. "What has he done NOW??" Everyone had gotten accustomed to the noises that kept coming from above their heads, and they didn't notice their groans this time either. Aragorn put his arm around Arwen's shoulder, "there, there."

"He he he, he said that he wasn't going to drink!" squeaked Bilbo, still laughing.

"Well, I'm not!" Elrond proclaimed loudly, "I am the designated driver!"

Everyone stared at him, even the crickets.

"You are all a bunch of alcoholics!"

"Party pooperssss..." hissed Gollum.

Celeborn and Sauron looked at each other. "Every party has a pooper and the pooper is a you! Elrond Halfelven! Party pooper!" and they sang it continuously, linking arms and swinging 'round, doing a number of dances. Until the Anonymous V. Leader and Slurppey banged their heads in with Sam's pots and pans. The Anonymous V. Leader brushed his heads. "Done and done!" he said, and walked away. Legolas picked up a pan, and turned it around. "They dented it," he said, frowning.

Gimli shrugged, "meh."

Legolas looked at him, "dude, would you stop?!" Gimli shrugged and shook his head, "meh."

Legolas bitch slapped him, and Gimli looked at him strangely. "Tiffany?!" he asked. Legolas looked dumbstruck, "whaaa?"

But Gimli pounced on him, wrapping him in a big, burly hug. "Tiff-Tiff! Oh my Jesus!" he said in a vlley girl voice. Legolas looked at him quizzically.

"It's me, Chelsea, don't you remember?" the dwarf hung his head. Legolas shook his head, "your whacked man! Totally whacked!"

Gimli looked up, "no one has whacked me..."

Legolas threw his hands in the air. "Useless git!" he exclaimed, and walked back over to Eowyn, who was watching her brother trying to light a bonfire. But just as Legolas was about to come up right behind her, a loud voice filled the sky, and the giant hand from before came down upon them. "I've had enough of you!" and the hand flicked Legolas across the island.

"Oh, come ON!" Eomer yelled furiously at the twigs, not noticing a thing going on.

Eowyn whimpered as she stared at the place where Legolas had disappeared into the trees.

"Dude, your doing it wrong!" yelled Faramir from behind Eomer, also not paying attention. Eomer pointed a finger at him, "watch your mouth, boy!" he threatened.

"He can't, he can't see it!" exclaimed Gamling.

"ErrrrrrrrrarGH!!!" screamed Frodo, pulling at his hair, "it's an EXPRESSION!" he yelled at Gamling, who cowered.

Grima made a face at him, "dude, chillax!"

"That's not even a word, DUMBFUCK!" Frodo screeched. Grima put his hands in the air, "whatever."

"Back away from the nut..." said Faramir to Grima.

"That's right!" Frodo placed his hands on his hips, "I'm a nut... in a hut... I stole an apple from a tree, so what?... I'm crazy (crazy!)... I'm foolish (foolish!)...I'm crazy, I'm foolish, I'm a nut, FREEZE!!" he sang, an pulled out a huge water gun. Gamling's mouth hung open, "so what? SO! You tree-lifted!" he said.

"I DID NOT LIFT A TREE!" yelled Frodo, and he stormed off to tent #7, where the ring had slowly made it's way back. "Hodge... Podge...!" the Ring whispered to Frodo, "you did lift a tree, I can see it up-rooted from here..."

Frodo pointed at the Ring, "THAT is NOT the point!"


AN: Yeah, so I hope anyone who is reading this has enjoyed the chapter... I took care of some unfinished business snickers and I hope it's longer, but I doubt it :D. More funnies coming up, but there's always room for more, so don't be afraid to suggest something. Have a safe and fun summer! Till the next Chapter...