..:: Disclaimer ::..

I do not own the Fellowship, or anyone in Middle Earth! The only one that is mine is my OC, and only her!

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PB, "Okay, so it's a parody of the FotR. Yeah, I'll be throwing in lots of cameos whenever possible. Repetitive ones will be Agent Smith from the Matrix, Will Turner from PotC, and Paris and Odysseus from Troy; all for an obvious reason: to give poor Elrond, Legolas, and Boromir serious migraines! Hehehe. If you know other characters in other movies played by anyone in the movie with a big enough part, let me know. For example, Hidalgo. I'm not using this one cuz I've never seen the movie, but if you want him in, and can provide an adequate profile on him, then I will! Go ahead and suggest other people to be in them, you can even suggest yourself. Oh yeah, this is called the Fellowship of the Bling cuz I'm making Frodo wannabe ghetto-fab. Notice the wannabe part."

..:: The OC ::..

Bob, "Okay, so her name's Priscilla Bellanotte...."

Steve, "Her name in LotR, you idiot!"

Bob, "Oh, oops! Okay, her real LotR name is Giliath."

PB, "I don't own this name either. swee-haret179 gave me this name for a previous fic that was deleted by FanFic (swee-haret179, this is sort of like that fic, except hopefully legal this time. It'll probably turn out different, but I'll keep some parts of it.) It means 'host of stars'. Anyway, going on...."

Jack, "Okay, just to make Elrond's life even crazier (and to make things more interesting), she's an Elf! And not only is she an Elf, she's also Arwen's little sister!"

Joe, "That means hell for Aragorn, too, you know...."

PB, "EXCELLENT!"

Bob, "And if you're wondering what she looks like, think of Arwen, except younger!"

Mike, "And she doesn't act as regal as her sis and her dad, cuz if she did she'd be boring!"

Bob, "So, let the madness begin!"

PB, "Oh yeah, this'll be written in play form (like right now)."

Steve, "Yeah, thoughts will be in ''s, and actions will be in ()s."

PB, "Oh yeah, and just cuz that stuff at the beginning is rather boring, I'm cutting to where Frodo and Sam are getting ready to leave to Bree (Gandalf's in Isengard). Yes, I know, this spot doesn't exactly exist, but, then again, neither does dear little Priscilla! In the story, she'll be Giliath, but in my little A/N's, she'll be Priscilla."

Mike, "Or Priscilla Bellanotte."

Joe, "Or PB."

PB, "You can't use that, that's my name!"

Bob, "Okay, then LPB."

Jack, "Oh, I get it. Little Priscilla Bellanotte."

Carl, "That's a mouthful."

Bob, "Exactly. That's why she's LPB."

PB, "But only in our weird little side convos, mkay? Oh yeah, and 'O.o' is like a one-eyebrow look like how people look at you when you just did something REALLY weird and they're all, 'Dude, WTF?!'"

..:: Chapter One – Frodo Gets a Visitor ::..

Giliath pounded on that one door in the front at Bag End. "Frodo! FRODO! Open up this damn door! Stupid round hobbit doors...." she muttered.

Frodo opened the door. "Word up, my home dawg!" he yelled wannabe ghettoly. (PB, "That's not a real word, but I DON'T GIVE A BUNNY MAN'S ASS!") "What's the hap?"

'He's really got to stop with the wannabe ghetto shit,' Giliath thought. Out loud, she said, "Well, I was bored, so I felt like coming over. Is that okay?"

Sam's voice floated in from another room. "Mr. Frodo! Who's that?"

"What's Fatso doing here?" Giliath muttered.

"Oh, Gandizzle sent us on this weird-ass quest yo," Frodo said. "We gotsta take this bling right herrre to Rivendell to give to your pops, Elrizzle."

"You have to take a ring to my dad?" Giliath asked. 'O.o' "Well, that's a stupid quest. But why's Sam here?"

"Samizzle is herrrre cuz he was being a friggin eavesdropper when Gandizzle was telling me about Bizzle's bling. Apparently, it's this weird-ass bling wit power and shit to take over da world if it gets into the hands of this dude named Saurizzle."

"You mean Sauron," Giliath said.

"Yeah, Saurizzle," Frodo said, apparently unable to say anything without putting 'izzle' at the end of it. "So we have to watch out for him and his bitches –"

"Ringwraiths," Giliath corrected.

"Yeah, those things, cuz they wanna kill us and shit."

"Okay. When are we leaving?"

"As soon as Samizzle's done packing."

Sam walked in with all his cooking gear and other stuff not worth mentioning that probably isn't even needed but Sam's weird so he felt like bringing it and Frodo and Giliath can't argue cuz Sam's carrying everything and they're just going to walk in front of him and insult him so it doesn't really matter what he's carrying cuz I don't give a damn do you actually I don't care so this is one huge pointless run-on sentence so let's get back to the story already damn why are you still reading this I told you already it's a pointless run-on just go skip this stupid paragraph and get to the next one dang so anyway Sam walked in with a ton of useless crap.

"Okay, Mr. Frodo, let's go!" he said way too cheerfully for a guy carrying about 80 pounds of useless crap. Then he saw Giliath. "Who's she?"

"Giliizzle is herrre cuz she was bored so she's comin wit us to Rivendell, aight?" Frodo said.

"Whatever, Mr. Frodo," Sam said with a shrug.

"Okay," Frodo said. "So we gotsta go meet Gandizzle in Bree."

"Oh, you mean at the Inn of the Prancing Pony," Giliath said.

"NO, at the Izzle of the Dancizzle Phonizzle," Frodo corrected. "The Izzle of the Prancizzle Pizzle's actually a stripper club when you go through the back door."

"How would you know that?" Giliath asked, interested.

"Uh....." Frodo stuttered. "Pippizzle told me."

"Pippin's been to a stripper club?" Sam gasped. "And he didn't take me?"

Giliath rolled her eyes and pulled her shirt up two whole inches.

Sam screamed like a little girl and covered his eyes. "You shouldn't be showing so much skin!" he squealed.

"And that's why Fro – I mean Pippin – didn't take you to the stripper club," Giliath said. "So, are we going or what?"

PB, "Okay, so that's it for now! Yes, Frodo suffers from izzleitis. Everyone gets an izzle at the end of their name. Oh yeah, and Giliizzle is pronounced Gill-ee-izzle. Izzle of the Prancizzle Pizzle Inn of the Prancing Pony; Izzle of the Dancizzle Phonizzle Inn of the Dancing Phony. Up next: Merrizzle and Pippizzle! Now go review!"

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PB (again!), "Yeah, this chappie was edited and reposted because I got a review from a lovely person named Annoyed. If you're reading this, Oh Anonymous One, THANK YOU! According to him/her/it, I'm not allowed to write in script form. I didn't exactly believe him/her/it until I checked my friend's profile-which-I-didn't-know-existed-until-today-cuz-she-didn't-tell-me-till-then-cuz-I-never-asked-so-yeah, and she got some of her stories deleted cuz of that! So, I'm not sure of it (I've found lots of stories written in script form), but I will now be writing like this to stay on the safe side. Yep, my A/N's are gonna be weird now! Hehehe....Also, to the other little comment from Annoyed, I DON'T GIVE A BUNNY MAN'S ASS IF YOU THINK RANDOM HUMOR ISN'T FUNNY! If you don't like it, why did you read my fic? Parodies are random humor! Well, the ones I've read. I consider this close enough to sort of almost a flame, so you know what that means!"

Bob, "S'MORES FOR EVERYONE!!!!"

PB, "Yep! Review and get a cyber-s'more! See?" l0l0l "Okay, it's not the best cyber-s'more, but, hey, in mine you get double marshmallows!"

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PB (again and again), "Okay, so this was reposted AGAIN cuz the whole story got deleted, so, if you're confused, then that's why."

Bob, "She's too lazy to take down her old A/Ns."

PB, "Yeah, so go review!"