A/N: Hello, all. I'm back, with more laughs than something really funny, although I don't know what. Just trust me. I suppose. And, with the holidays upon us, it's time to get INTO THE SPIRIT Apartment Style! With Bonfires, Christmas Carols, and other fun things! And if you don't celebrate Christmas, just tell me, and we'll throw in other celebrations as well!

Chapter Fourty-Three: You want us to do what??

In Denethor's room...

"Uhuh...they're willing to help. Yep, most of them...ok! Great! See you then!" Denethor says, hanging up the phone.

"I feel inclined to ask: What was that about??" Orliey asks, sitting on the bed.

"I'll let you know when I tell the others."

The two walk out of the room, and into the lobby, where everyone else is comparing Christmas lists and looking over sales papers.

"But Halo 2 is only 59.99, Faramir! It's CHEAP!" Mary says, putting down the Best Buy sales paper.

"That's CHEAP??"

"Everyone, I have an announcement!"

Everyone looks up, and kind of...waits.

"Well, as the Holidays are here, I decided we should do something for the community. So, we're all going to be Salvation Army people and stand there with the bells and ask for money!" Denethor says.

"Wait...you want us to do WHAT?" Mary asks, staring at the local guitar store's Christmas catalogue.

"Won't it be fun??"

"Won't it, now!"

"Oh, don't put a damper on the holiday spirit!"

"All right...as long as I can use the Horn of Gondor instead of those annoying little bells." Boromir huffs.

"All right, all right." Denethor says. "You all start tomorrow."

"I'm working with Faramir!" Mary says. "No way am I getting stuck with Horn of Gondor man."

"I'm working with Pip. We have a sure fire way to get people to give us money." Merry says.

"And we'll get the cash bucket next to them." Annabel and Kay say.

"I'm working with Boromir." Breck says.

"And I'll work with Denethor." Orliey says.

"I am working with Frodo." Tina says.

"Very well! Now, get sleep because we need to get out there at the crack of dawn and work!" Denethor says.

"But, it's only 11:00."

"In the morning."

"SO WHAT??"

So everyone runs off to their rooms to rest up for the big day!

The very next day...

"AHH!"

"SANTA'S NOT REAL!!!"

"NOW I KNOW!!"

"What's all this about Santa not being real? You're disturbing my sleep!" Mary yells.

"Well, Boromir dressed as Santa, and..."

"WHAT?"

"Yeah. Boromir dressed as Santa and tried to trick us into giving him presents!"

"Doesn't Santa have little elves to help him?"

"You know, little elves are steriotypical. I mean, am I little? Someone got us mixed up with Hobbits and now we all have to pay!" Elrond wails.

"Oh, grow up before we burn your new wardrobe." Mary snaps.

"Anyway, Boromir has a job at the department store as Santa for $100 an HOUR!"

"WHAT? WE GOTTA STOP IT!"

And so Mary and Pippin run out to stop the false Santa.

At Rohan Fields...

"Hey, can I see Santa?" Mary asks the Sequrity Man.

"You're a bit old..."

"It's for my son!" Mary says, grabbing Pippin. "He's sick."

Pippin does a fake cough and starts to act all sickly.

"Very well. But only because no one else is in line." He lifts the barrier and Mary runs in, Pippin being dragged behind.

"SO!" Mary yells, once they reach Santa.

"Huh?" Santa asks.

"You are really Boromir, you are not Santa, and you made a whole mess of Hobbits cry!" Mary says.

"What?"

"TAKE OFF THE BEARD!" Pippin yells.

Santa does and...it's not Boromir.

"Damn!"

"Watch your mouth, missy, or you'll get naught but coal!" Santa says. (Oddly enough, someone has said that to me once.)

"Sorry. Are there any other Santas in this mall?"

"Yeah, by the large Tree in the middle."

So Mary and Pippin run off towards the Big Tree.

At the Big Tree...

"We need to see Santa! My kid is seriously ill and is on the verge of dying! LET HIM THROUGH!!" Mary yells.

"Mary, Eru is going to send you to Hell for lying."

"Well, I might be going there anyway."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I think it's all my fighting with Boromir.Or else something I don't knowabout."

So Mary and Pippin run into Santa's Room thing.

"SO!"

"Wha?"

"There! That drunken stare! That's Boromir!"

"Huh?"

"Even acts like him too."

"Now, Santa, can you remove the beard?"

"No..."

"WHY THE HELL NOT?"

"Watch your mouth!"

"Sorry. Are you or are you not Boromir, son of Denethor, son of Ecthellion, son of someone who I don't know?"

"YOU FOUND ME! DAMN!"

Boromir runs out, as Mary and Pippin follow.

"Get him! DOG PILE SANTA!!" Pippin screams.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Scream the Kids in Line, as they jump on Santa and dog pile him. Ouch.

"Get off! Get off! I surrender!!" Boromir/Santa says, getting up.

"Good. Now, Santa, come quietly and none of these kids will learn."

"Is Santy being arrested?" Asks a dweeby little 5 year old with glasses.

"Well, not really, but he's being put in house arrest."

"Oh."

"Come along, Santa."

Mary, Pippin, and Boromir/Santa walk back to the retirement place.

At the Retirement Place...

"Got any aces?" Gimli asks.

"Nope, go fish." Alekey says.

"Damn."

"Don't swear. Got any kings, Denethor?" Alekey says.

"Damn!"

"Stop swearing. Got any threes, Gandalf?"

"Damn!"

"Would you stop being a fould mouth! Got any jacks, Saruman?"

"DAMN!"

"I win."

"DAMN!" Saruman, Gimli, Gandalf and Denethor yell.

"Hahaha." Alekey chuckles.

"We're back." Mary says.

"And according to her, I'm on the verge of dying." Pippin says.

"And we found the fake Santa." Mary says.

"Damn." Boromir says.

"Can't you just stop swearing??"

"DAMN DAMN DAMN!"

"Not funny."

"Maybe we should rest up because we have to help the needy."

"But it's only noon!"

"So? Rest up and change."

They all walk off to change so they can help the needy.

A/N: Well, that was weird. Sorry about the chapters being less frequent, but there's school and all that. At least I have Christmas break. And I'll see about coming out with a special RotK Extended chapter, and then we'll see what happens with the Salvation Army task force. Should be good!