HAHA! I updated! YAY! Now let's see if anyone notices…

The band just got back from Florida. Lucky sons of cheerios. Well Star (or is it cheek flour now? Whatever.) and I did not have the luxury of going. OH! I get to make a movie about a rock band and I may get to see the drums be played! My favorite instrument!
Ok so the bean that was referenced to in the last chapter was the same exact bean that Jack got for his cow in the fairy tale Jack and the Beanstalk. One day you shall all thank me for this knowledge.
Disclaimer: The current disclaimer has been pounded by a Bola.
Pippin dropped to his knees.

"You're Majesty."

"Pippin what are you doing?" Frodo looked up to see none other than Denethor.

"Oooook, so who is this?"

"I am Denethor, king of Medieval Times and Steward of a place in which you all know nothing about. Raise my old friend. I am glad I have run into you, Pippin. Would you and your friends like to see some familiar faces in my show?"

"That would be awesome!" Merry and Pippin began jumping up and down.

"Then follow me and keep up."

The four hobbits and Legolas followed Denethor into a large castle. They had never seen anything of the sort before and wandered the building in awe.

"OOH! HOBBITS! COME LOOK AT THIS!" Legolas yelled across the room. They had been looking at the various horses in the stalls behind the torture chambers, which was where Legolas was calling them to.

"This is the torture you see on television all the time. This is a Bola, or a spiked ball attached to a wooden handle by a short chain. Used from atop a horse or on foot, it is to be swung by a knight. When the ball reaches high speeds, it delivers a powerful blow to the opponent."

"Wow is he ok? Cause he just sounded extremely smart there for a second…" Sam whispered to Frodo.

"I heard that." Legolas shot Sam a look.

"I think Aragorn would love this," Merry told Legolas. Legolas merely shrugged and moved on to the next object.

"This is an alabarda. It's a cross between a battle-axe and a spear. It is used by foot soldiers to keep the enemy at a distance. There is a point added to the back of the weapon so if the enemy was missed on the forward stroke, he could be stabbed with a backward thrust."

"Ok, please come with me now," Denethor urged.

Frodo had wandered off during Leggie's droning and went back to the horses. There was a large suit of armor next to the stall. Frodo put it on and attempted to walk around. Someone suddenly came up behind him and knocked on his helmet.

"Showtime."

"What?" Frodo asked. He turned around and before he knew it he was being given a leg up to the Andalusia he had been admiring.

The others had been taken to their seats and in no time there was a lot of food before them. A man came into the center of the arena and began to speak. It was Denethor.

"My good ladies and gentlemen, please enjoy thine feast and tournament."

The cheering began as the lights from the ceiling began to flash Medieval Times across the sand in the arena. Many knights walked in from four opposite sides of the rink. The black and white knight trotted to the center first and nodded his head before the King. His squire bowed as well. Next came the red and white, then blue and yellow, then red and yellow, and then green and black. This knight turned out to be much shorter than the others. They all nodded and bowed and retreated back to their corners.

The squires ran to the edge of the arena and brought back with them a lance.

The jousting began. The crowd ate and cheered for their favorite knights. As soon as one course was finished, the next was brought out systematically.

"This is modeled after the medieval jousting tournaments during the-" Legolas began.

"SHUT UP AND WATCH THE SHOW!" The three hobbits screamed at him.

Wait- three? Weren't there four? Legolas thought. Maybe he went to pee…

As the tournament continued, a very tall man walked into the center of the arena with a purple hood over his face.

"You shall all rue the day you fought over this fool of a girl!" he said majestically.

"…fool of a-IT'S GANDALF!" Pippin was the only one to notice and poked his friends. They all began to scream wildly.

Gandalf looked up and the only four people in the crowd that were cheering and shhh-ed them.

The black and white knight was all alone in the rink now and on the balcony appeared a dark-haired woman. Sam knew right away it was Arwen. The knight was professing love to Arwen who was supposed to be the princess in the scenario.

"Hold it! Hold everything!"

The knights began looking at each other confusedly. A crazy man had entered the arena. They all galloped towards him. He dropped the sword he was carrying and fell to his knees.

"What is Aragorn doing!" the four stood and awaited his doom.

The black and white knight picked him up from his knees and brought him towards Denethor.

"So we meet again, Ranger."

"Ranger? Whatchoo talkin' 'bout Willis? I am Aragorn. Previously fired from…whatever my job was. You know it's been so long I can't even reme-"

"Silence!" Denethor bellowed. He never liked Aragorn. He never knew why but he had a feeling it had to do with a past life.

"Bow before the King! Thou art a mere leek to him!" The knight hit behind his knees with his lance.

"Hey! Let go of my friend!" The smallest knight came forward and started hitting the much larger knight.

"Frodo?" Aragorn had a puzzled look on his face which quickly changed to anger.

"YOU LEFT ME ALL ALONE IN THE SHOWER!"

The crowd was silent. No one knew what to say in this situation.

"I was never in the shower with you, we left the hou- ach someone help me get all of this armor off!" Frodo struggled.

All of the fans were at the edge of their seats. They were confused but there was so much drama.

"Why hath thou commst to us?" Denethor questioned Aragorn.

"Your knight is hittin on my old lady!"

Frodo slowly moved towards Aragorn and whispered in his ear, "This is all fake."

"Is there still a problem, young paige?" Denethor asked Frodo.

"No all's well Sire," he answered with a nod.

"Then let us continue."

"There has been a betrayal!" Denethor bellowed.

Gandalf came out again and pointed at the green and black knight. "It tis you whom has befouled the King."

A firework appeared and Gandalf was gone.

The pictures I tried to type in didn't work but you can google it if you want. (Bola, Sword, Lance, and Alabarda)

I know this was a bad chapter, but I guess now you all have stuff to ponder and Star has the next chapter to work on. But I remain, respectfully and lazily yours...

Chili-Andy