"Dare!" said Frodo.
Gimli got a very greedy look in his left eye, and an evil one in his right. "Give me the Ring."
"NEVER! It's mine! My own! Mine!"
"Nooo, it is MINE, precious!" Somehow, Gollum had appeared.
Frodo and Gollum began grappling for the Ring, and Gimli joined the fray.
"A fight!" cried Faramir. "Oh boy!"
"Oh boy!" cried everyone who wasn't grappling for the Ring. They watched the fight for quite a while. Then they got bored. Arwen was doing her's and Eowyn's and Legolas's nails, Aragorn and the men of Gondor were playing jump rope, and the hobbits were drinking ale and smoking.
To end the boredom, Denethor arrived. He took one look at the fight and reacted. He grabbed a pipe from Pippin's mouth, cheerfully alight. He ran into the fray, and chaos erupted all the more.
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Hee hee, cliffie. Merry Christmas!