A/N This chapter is about Halloween! Yay Halloween! Halloween is my absolute favorite holiday! I like candy! If you appreciate Halloween at all, you will review my story. OR ELSE!

And thanks for reviewing, lunareclipselvr13. I told my friends about your fic!

Disclaimer: I hereby disclaim LOTR, Keebler, CVS, and Snow White. So there.

Finally, Aragorn was back with his friends, and it was Halloween. Aragorn absolutely despised Halloween. He hated little kids. He hated little kids in stupid costumes. He hated it when the stupid incognito kids went around begging for his candy. It was HIS! HIS OWN! HIS PRECIOUS!

He figured that now that he was in the mental hospital, there would be no Halloween. Boy, was he wrong. It seemed like every single person living there was dressed up and trick-or-treating.

Frodo was a microwave. Sam was Moppin from Teen Tidies. Merry was a green M&M. Pippin, who had returned from the airplane, was a mushroom. Gandalf was Harry Potter. Legolas was one of the seven dwarves. Gimli was a Keebler Elf. Boromir was a rotting carcass. Well, he was a rotting carcass in real life. But still. Now he was a special rotting carcass. He bought the costume at CVS. Even Smeagol dressed up. He was a fairy princess. I wonder why.

They were all toting around those stupid plastic Jack O' Lanterns.

AAAAAAAnyway, they all jumped on Aragorn and forced him to dress up, so he was an Aragorn wearing a giraffe hat and a sign around his neck that said 'don't you dare take my candy!' So, now all that was left was trick-or-treating.

They walked down the hallways of the metal asylum. Everybody (except Aragorn) was singing and chanting,

"Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat, if you don't I don't care, I'll pull down your underwear!"

Aragorn stuck his oversugarfied tongue out. Did I mention he hated Halloween?

"Helloooooooo, what's this?!" said a smiling old lady. "Ooooooh, it's a bunch of wonderful little munchkins. You're soooooo cute. Let me pinch your cheeks! Oooooooh, you must be a microwave! You must be Moppin! You must be an M&M! You must be a mushroom! You must be Harry Potter! You must be a dwarf! You must be an elf! You must be a rotting carcass! You must be a fairy princess! You must be a... an... ummmmm... very wonderful little boy! You're sooooo cute! Here, let me take a photo! Say cheeeeeeeese! Very good! OOoooooh, you must be expecting candy! Here you go! Bye-bye!" and she dropped something into each of their little plastic pumpkins.

On further investigation, the candy had turned out to be apples and crackers.

Later on, Aragorn saw a very attractive lady. Hey hey, it was Ashley Simpson. (A/N I strongly dislike Ashley Simpson!)

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO my lovely! May I pledge my eternal love to you!" drooled Aragorn. Ashley smiled. Then, she peeled off her face. Eww. It was a mask. Under the mask, it was Arwen (A/N Arwen is much cooler than A.S. But I guess Aragorn disagrees with me. He's so mean to his girlfriend!)

"Darn it."

THE END

A/N: Hihi. This Halloween was a fun one. I went trick-or-treating with my friends J. and K.

J. was a doll, K. was the Six-Flags guy, and I was Evil Little Red Riding Hood. If you review and tell me what you were for Halloween, I'll review your story. Only if you actually dressed up, though.

Anyway, I'll write more soon and keep those reviews coming!