A/N: Here's another chapter, this is 11, so you only have ONE CHAPTER LEFT!! After I post chapter 12, the doors are closed...although it would be nice if I got a girl for everyone out there. I mean, in the story. So, just review. Now, my good friend Orliey sent a filled-out form that made me roll on the floor laughing and nearly died! I nearly died cause of this thing! So, just review so I can put you in, otherwise I'll have to be drastic and send you all screaming emails!! FEAR ME!! Ahem.

Chapter Eleven: Denethor is WHAT???

"We got one last arrival!" Merry says.

"Can we see it?" Pip asks.

"Er...sure." Merry says, after having read the form looking disgusted, amused, and is quaking with laughter. Silent laughter.

Name: Orliey
Age: 21
Species: Human
Hobbies: Reading fan fiction, writing, playing with fire
Interests: Swords, fire, writing, movies, psychology, hobbits, Denethor (if he wasn't so mean to Pippin and Faramir)
Languages: Just English
Likes: The Four Hobbits, insanity, pyrotechnics, sword fighting, Denethor (if he wasn't so mean to Pippin and Faramir), Monty Python, good looking funny men
Dislikes: Mean people, pulp in my orange juice, close-mindedness
Screenname: DenethorIsDeadSexy

"Denethor is WHAT??" all the members besides Merry and Denethor scream.

"I'm WHAT?" Denethor says, looking amazed and happy.

"You're um..." Boromir starts.

"Dead sexy." Faramir finishes.

"That's right, kids! Take a lesson from your old man! You don't get this body without hard work!" Denethor says, strutting around.

He stops and flexes his muscles.

"AAH!" Faramir screams, and barfs all over the chair that Denethor was sitting in.

"Hey! I was sitting there!" Denethor whines.

"You better be nice to me!" Faramir says.

"Ok. I always though you were a good kid, except for the fact that you looked like your mom and gave me painful memories!" Denethor says.

"Oh, ok then."

"What about me?" Pippin asks.

"That day, I was going through lack of sugar!" Denethor says.

"I know how that feels. You are forgiven." Pippin says.

"YAY!" Denethor says.

"He looks really happy, huh?" Merry says.

"Yeah." Pippin says.

Frodo walks in, late, with a 36-inch Pixie Stick. You know, those pure sugar things? And 36 inches is 3 feet, or as tall as Frodo is, with about 6 inches!

"What I miss?" he asks.

"Someone thinks Denethor is dead sexy." Sam says.

"WHOA!!" Frodo screams.

"I know. He's gone to the gym to work out." Faramir says.

"I WANT A SIX-PACK!!" Denethor screams back. If you don't know what that is, it's not a six-pack of soda. It's...ask someone else. Like your parents, who won't laugh as they try to explain it, like I do.

"That was utterly disturbing." Boromir says, shaking his head.

"Don't you have a...." Merry asks.

"Shut UP, Merry!" Boromir screams.

"Sorry. Touch-y!" Merry says.

Boromir shakes his head and goes back to reading a book, "How to Date a Girl in 10 Easy Steps."

"Obviously didn't work with Eowyn, did it?" Faramir asks.

Boromir slaps him upside the head.

"Why? Why me?" Faramir asks.

"Oh, save it for the jury!" Sam says.

"That was cold."

"Why is everyone saying that?" Frodo asks.

"What is that?"

"Pixie Stick."

"GIMME!!" Gimli says.

Gimli's been awfully quiet. (A/N: I forgot about Gimli. It's hard when you have 11 people, you can't remember who they are!)

"No, Gimli!" Legolas says.

"What is going on?" Elrond asks.

"I have a migraine!" Celeborn says.

"I'm tired." Eomer mutters.

"I need sleep." Theoden says.

"I need cheese!" Gollum says.

"GOLLUM!!" Everyone screams and they kick him out.

"What, preciousss?" Gollum asks, as he walks outside to get some beer.

At the Gym...

"Drop and give me 100 sit ups, old man!" The gym instructor, Jim, says.

"What?" Denethor asks.

"GET GOING!!"

Denethor manages to do 50 and then collapses.

"I...can't...go...on." He moans.

"Get UP!!" Jim yells.

Denethor manages to do 50 more.

"Ok, no go lift some weights." Jim says, as Denethor goes to lift weights.

"Ok. Here's a 20 pounder. See what you can do with it."

Denethor picks it up, straining under the weight.

"What do I do?" he asks.

"Just go like this." Jim says, pumping his arm like when you lift weights.

"Ok."

Denethor does this for a bit and then decides it's too easy.

"What else can I do? I want to look good for someone who likes me!" Denethor says.

"Well, you can do push ups." Jim says.

Denethor does 100 of those.

"I think you can go now." Jim says.

"I'll be back!" Denethor says.

A/N: And so, Denethor started to work out at the gym, be nice to Pippin and Faramir, and be cool all to get a girl.