As Denethor, Frodo, Gollum and Gimli tussled over the Ring, all the rest gambled on the outcome.
"Five gold pieces on Frodo being the first to die!" cried Aragorn.
"Three on the dead dwarf!" cried Eomer.
"My bunny slippers on Gollum getting the Ring!" cried Legolas. They were all havin great fun.
The fighters were really getting into it. That was not a good thing. Denethor had started singing people and non-people.
Suddenly, a random girl named Rhian popped in, pom poms in hand. "Go Gollum! You're my precious!!!" she cried.
Everyone else sat in stunned silence as she waved her pom poms in the air and disappeared.
"Oh no!" cried Arwen. "They're all going up in flames!"
"Oh no!"