"Uh-oh," said Merry, frightened.

"We have them," said Elrond. "Burn them."

The mobs' faces grinned evilly and lowered their torches down to Merry and Pippin...

"NOOOOOOO!" came a loud yell from outside the mob. A second later, Frodo pushed aside some of the mob, grabbed Merry and Pippins' hands, and pulled them out.

"What about Cousin It?" asked Pippin frantically.

"Um..." said Frodo. There was a big WHOOSH and they saw Cousin It run out of the mob and back into the forest.

The mob advanced on the hobbits.

"Look," said Elrond with glee, "There's one of the gay ninja hobbits! Get him, boys!"

"What?" yelped Frodo, eyes wide in terror. "No! No, no - wait - you must understand..."

But that look in Elrond's eyes told Frodo he would not rest until he had had his revenge.

"I'm not a gay ninja anymore!" said Frodo, backing away with Merry and Pippin. "I - I..."

A tall blonde elven maiden walked past them.

"I - am soooo gone," said Frodo, and hurried after the elf.

"Frodo! You gay little -"

"Merry, now is not the time -"

"I will kick your ass for this you stupid -"

"MERRY!"

"Sorry."

"Run little hobbits, run!" taunted Elrond, a mad gleam in his eye.

"Good idea," said Merry, and they ran.

"You know," said Eomer, "This is kinda stupid."

"Yeah," said Faramir, "Being led in a riot against Merry and Pippin with Elrond, who thinks he's some big shot -"

"What was that?" asked Elrond, turning around, the whole crowd stopping.

"I say," said Eomer, "That we should continue this riot... against Elrond!"

"Yeah!" yelled the crowd.

"But - but -"

"Torch him!"

"No," said Faramir, "Silly String him!"

"YEAH!"

"Uh-oh," said Elrond, and he ran as fast as he possibly could away from the silly string-obsessed mob.

"Merry," said Pippin, once they had gotten back to where the party was, "I don't think they're after us anymore."

"What makes you say that?"

"Look." He pointed to the mob turning the corner, chasing Elrond.

"Well, they've finally turned on him," said Merry, smiling.

"Of course they have," said Pippin, taking a bite out of an apple he had found on a table, "It was only a matter of time before they realized -"

"CELEBORN! I REALLY THINK YOU'VE HAD TOO MUCH TO DRINK!" came Jack Sparrow's yell.

Merry and Pippin exchanged glances, then ran over to where they had heard Jack.

Celeborn was in a bar, his shirt off, singing 'Hit Me With Your Best Shot' way off key, and everyone in the bar was glaring at him.

"Yikes," said Pippin.

"We'd better let Galadriel sort out this one," said Merry.

"I agree."

Merry went to Galadriel's psychiatrist's office (Pippin was left staring at Celeborn) and knocked on the door.

There were several loud crashing noises and Galadriel peeked her face out.

"Yes?"

"Your husband's been drinking, milady."

Galadriel's eyes widened and she quickly shut the door.

Merry stood there, staring at the door, and before he could knock on the door again, Galadriel came rushing out, nearly slamming the door in his face, and ran to Celeborn.

"Oh my god," she said, looking at her husband. "Okay, Tenuvian? Where are you? Oh yes, there you are - I need you to get him into a hospital ward this instant."

"Of course, Lady Galadriel," said Tenuvian, and, with Galadriel, her psychiatrist, Merry, and Pippin looking on, he wrestled him into a cage. "Got him."

"Good, now take him to the hospital. Maybe they can knock some sanity into him."

"I hope so," said Tenuvian, struggling with the cage, Celeborn making gurgling noises inside it.

Galadriel looked at Celeborn, said, "I told you not to drink rum, dear," and left with her psychiatrist, and Tenuvian left with Celeborn.

Now this leaves our dear little Merry and Pippin in a bar with a whole bunch of drunk elves and a mob on the loose. I wonder what happens next :)

I didn't win the contest :( oh well