A/N: Well, here's how the application and job hosting went. Enjoy!! Uh, first up are Merry and Pippin. Thanks if you reviewed this piece of writing, I love you!! Chocolate Hershey's Kisses to all!!

To any anonymous reviewers, thank you!!

Sam the studmuffin...snicker, snicker.

Chapter Three: From Bad to Worse

"Alright. Who is our first applicant?" Aragorn asks, wearing a suit and a tie.

"Meriadoc Brandybuck of the Shire. Heir of Buckland.." Boromir says.

"Show him in."

Merry walks in the door.

"Hello, Merry." Aragorn says cheerfully.

"Hey, Aragorn! Dude, long time no see!" Merry says, punching Aragorn in the arm.

"Ah! Oww.." Aragorn moans.

"Did that hurt?" Merry asks.

"No. Not at all. Damn punk." Aragorn says, muttering the last sentence.

"So?"

"Well, what is your position of choice?" Aragorn asks.

"Uh, I'd like to serve alcoholic beverages and be a drink mixer." Merry says.

"A drink mixer?"

"Yeah."

"References?"

Merry gives him all these references with things across the top. Some include: Bartender's Academy, Shire Pub School, Pirate Pete's Pub and Public Place, and Buckland Bill's Bar and Grill.

"Buckland Bill's Bar and Grill?" Aragorn asks.

"Yep."

"Ok. You will probably be hired, but just incase, we need your phone number." Aragorn says.

"Here." Merry hands him a card that says, 'Meriadoc Brandybuck. Available Nights and Weekends. 1-800-Brandy-Hall OR 1-345-merry-rox. E-mail imfrombucklandbrandywineemail.com OR whosyourdaddybrandyhall.com.'

"Available Nights and Weekends." Aragorn asks.

"Yep."

"For what?"

"My previous job. I got so many printed up that I had to give them out as address cards." Merry says.

"Oh."

"That's it?"

"Yep."

"Bye, Aragorn, dude!" Merry says, punching Aragorn in the arm again.

"NEXT!!" Aragorn yells.

"Peregrin Took, Son of the Thain, has Rulership over the Shire..." Boromir calls.

"Hey, Aragorn! Whazzup?" Pip says, also punching Aragorn.

"Pip. So, what's your job preference?" Aragorn asks.

"Drink mixer."

"That's what Merry said."

"We're a team."

"Oh. References?"

Pip throws some papers at Aragorn: Shire Sam's, Ithilien's Bar and Grill, Rivendell Night Life, Lorien Lady's Club, Minas Tirith Madness.

"Lorien Lady's Club?"

"Made $200.00 a week there."

"Whoa."

"Minas Tirith Madness?"

"Yep!"

"Contact info?"

Pip hands Aragorn a card: 'Peregrin Took. Available at request. Can DJ a party and serve drinks. Available Nights and Weekends on request. 1-800-Pip-rules OR 1-734-Ima-Took. Pippinrulestheworldshiremail.com, OR pipinakiltgreatsmials.com'

"Pip in a kilt?" Aragorn asks.

"Yep."

"Available nights and weekends?"

"I was a DJ. I can DJ for the restaurant and serve drinks!"

"Really."

"Yes, sir!"

"Ok. We'll get back to you."

Pippin walks out of the room. He has an immense smile on his face. The first of many interviews are over.

A/N: There it is. Next come Legolas and Haldir. See what jobs they apply for! Review and enjoy my wonderful story that is the most insane I've ever written! Yay!! I caught the loser thing, and I guess I meant it like when you go, You're such a loooser! And you exaggerate the 'o'. And it won't let me insert then at symbol, so imagine it's there. Regards,---Anduril