Two men strode regally up to a large sign taking up most of a nearby wall. They gazed thoughtfully at it and, after a few moments, a wide grin slid across each of their faces. They looked at each other with a gleam in their eyes.

'This could be a good chance to cause some havoc' said Aragorn.

Boromir paused for a moment, 'Hmm…small chance of getting through auditions… medium chance of making absolute fools of ourselves, large change of wreaking absolute mayhem, huge chance of really pissing off a load of short guys, and an oliphant-sized chance of making Saruman scream like a girl. I like it.'

'Well, I was going to say that that isn't a very acceptable way for a monarch to behave, but I like your idea better.'

'Thank you.'

'You're welcome.'

'What were we talking about?'

'No idea.'

The two men looked about them vaguely, mentally taking inventory of their surroundings. Tree, poster, Orcs… Orcs?

The two men reached for their swords and diaries, proceeding to make a note of the date of the auditions on their weapons, before running a few Orcs through with their recently sharpened diaries.

'With skills like that, Saruman will be begging us to act in his play.'

'Damn straight! So, what are we waiting for?'