Coincidently, just as the cave troll was about to drop Galadriel onto the grill, Aragorn and Company came riding into the scene.

"Aragorn." Arwen sighed in relief. "Help us!"

The orcs drew their long scimitars, unsure what to do.

"Wait!" cried Aragorn. "We've come to join you, if you don't mind. I brought beer."

"Pull up a chair!" roared Uglûk apparently pleased at the turn out for his barbeque. "There is plenty to spare."

The Fellowship of the Ring as well as many others gathered around the fire and much to Galadriel's distress, the orcs began their countdown again.

"10... 9 ..."

"Aragorn!" cried Galadriel. "Help me! You owe me! I gave you that nice cloak."

Aragorn answered by throwing the nice cloak into the flames.

"8... 7 ..."

"Hurry preciousssssssss. We are hungry." said Gollum licking his lips.

"6... 5 ..."

"Aragorn! Please stop them!" pleaded Galadriel.

"4... 3..."

"Mithrandir. Won't you help?"

"Yes." said Gandalf, his eyes twinkling. "I'll help myself to the first slice."

"2... 1!"

Galadriel was dropped and immediately engulfed in flames. Celeborn began to cheer. The smell of Gollum's barbeque sauce drifted out from the fire and everyone hurried to make a line.

Meanwhile Legolas was standing beside the fire talking to Gimli.

"Perhaps we should move away from the fire." Legolas said. "I don't want to risk the heat drying out my nice hair. After all, I just had it straitened this morning and it would be tragic if it began to smell like smoke"

"Yes." agreed Gimli. "A tragedy."

Legolas turned away to examine his nails and at that moment Gimli grabbed a bottle of Gollum's homemade barbeque sauce and dumped it on Legolas's perfectly styled locks.

"Hey!" shouted Legolas. "What did you do that for? I spent four hours primping it this morning!"

"So sorry!" said Gimli smiling as he stuck out his foot and tripped Legolas so he fell head first into the fire. His beautiful hair singed until it was no more.

Gimli ran to the end of the buffet line. "I'll take a wood elf burger." He told an orc.

The rest of the elves were still tied up waiting for the first course to be finished. When Galadriel and Legolas were no more, Uglûk stood up on a chair facing the elves.

"Eeny, meeny, miney, moe, catch an elfy by his toe, if he hollers ... BARBEQUE HIM!" He screeched pointing to Elrond.