"Where am I?"

"You are in the house of K-rond, and it is 10:00 in the morning on October the twenty-fourth if you want to know."

"Andyalf?" Rosie sat up in the large bed to see the wizard sitting in a chair beside her. "How did you get here?"

Cue Andyalf's flashback.

…

"You want these? Huh?" Puffkinman's eyebrows went up and down as he dangled a package of ho-ho's and a bottle of Pepsi in front of Andyalf's face. "Well, you can't have them!" He kicked Andyalf to the edge of the tower. "Not unless you join us," he said, tossing the soda and snacks just out of reach. "You can have power!"

A white moth fluttered past.

"There is only one lord of the hoodie," Andyalf retorted, "and he does not share power." Andyalf jumped off the tower and landed on a giant…… Michelin Man blimp? Andyalf clung desperately to the marshmallow-like tire mascot and called to the nearby moth.

"Hey, what happened to the eagle?"

"He was busy."

…

"Andyalf?" Rosie's voice brought him back to the present. "Man, you were really spaced out there for a minute."

"ROAR!!" Wil jumped into the room. "You're awake!"

…

Rosie and Wil wandered outside looking at the glory of Rivendell. Hunter and Merry ran out to join them with shouts and laughter. Rosie then spotted Bilbo sitting on a bench. She ran over to him, and immediately the volume he was holding caught her eye.

"Bilbo! You finished your book! Cool!"

After chatting with him for a bit, she wandered over to where Wil was packing their things.

"Why are you packing?"

"Bet you'd like to know, wouldn't ya?" he said.

"Yeesss…… that's why I asked."

"Oh. I want to go home."

…

Andyalf stood with K-rond, looking down at the hobbits.

"She's strong," K-rond said, "to resist the hoodie." The large elf with his close-cropped hair and red buffalo sewn to his elven robes, returned his copy of Mein Kampf to his bookshelf.

"She should never have had it," Andyalf said.

"The hoodie cannot stay here, Andyalf." K-rond crossed over the large swastika inlaid in the floor and looked out the window again. "No one can protect it. Elves are leaving, dwarves are uninterested, and men are weak."

"One man can—" Andyalf began.

"Ha! Right. You know, this reminds me of the French Revolution. Did I ever tell you……"

Andyalf groaned.

…

Aragorn sat silently in the shadows. A short young man with blond hair wandered in. He stepped over to where the shards of Narsil were displayed.

"Hey cool!" he said. " A sword. Still broken." He sliced open his finger. "Ouch! Hey, still sharp, too." He then turned to see Aragorn.

"Who needs a stupid broken sword anyway?"

He dropped it and walked away.

Aragorn crossed to the blade and placed it reverently back on it's pedestal.

"Hey," Megwen said as she entered. "you gotta be strong. You're not Isildur. It's all up to you."

Aragorn grunted, so she tried a different approach and began speaking fluent elvish.

"Huh?" Aragorn said.

Suddenly, they stood on a bridge.

"Whoa, that was weird." Megwen said. Then in elvish, "Aragorn, you are so cool."

He nodded.

"I think I'll give up my immortality for you."

Aragorn leaned in to kiss her.

"Hey, six inches, remember?"