A/N: I'm back. I hope you liked the chapter, and here is chapter 2 for you all. I had a lot of fun writing this, so enjoy!

Oh, and with every chapter, starting with 3, I am going to try to answer my reviews! Oooh!

Chapter Two: When In Gondor, Do as the Gondorians Do.

"Ok, little bro, roll doubles and you get out of jail." Boromir says, looking at the Monopoly rules.

"Why am I always in jail?" Faramir moans, rolling the dice. "Whoo! DOUBLES, baby, DOUBLES!"

"Oi vay." Boromir mutters. "Look, just move the 10 spaces and GO!"

"All right, all right." Faramir says. "Hey, I landed on Mount Doom! Can I purchase that?"

"Sure, it's…400 power." Boromir says.

"Can't you just say money?"

"Ok, 400 bucks."

Faramir hands Boromir a 500 and gets 100 back. "Whooo! WHO OWNS MOUNT DOOM? WHO OWNS IT?" He screams.

"Sweet lord," Boromir mutters. He rolls the dice and lands on Bag End.

"That's 200 for passing go…and I'll buy it!"

"Bag End? You're buying Bag End?" Faramir asks in disbelief.

"Well, yeah."

"Boromir, no one EVER lands on Bag End! It's a waste of money." Faramir advises.

"Says you. Watch. You'll roll a 2 and wind up paying me…" Boromir says. He looks at the card. "2 dollars."

"2 Dollars? Ohhohohoho, that's rich!" Faramir chortles. He rolls the dice. "WHAT? A 2?"

"Told you so." Boromir gloats.

Faramir mutters something and gives Boromir 2 units of power…I mean money. He rolls again and gets a 3.

"Chance," he sighs. "WHAT? GO TO JAIL? FREAKIN' WEIRD GAME!"

"Now I'll roll." Boromir says. "Wheee! 2! I'll buy it!" He says, landing on Farmer Maggots.

"Some people get all the luck." Faramir gripes. He rolls. "Drat! No doubles."

"Aww, don't worry." Boromir says. "Three! Whoo! Buckleberry Ferry for me!"

"Yeah, yeah, shut up." Faramir moans.

About 15 more minutes go by, with Faramir and Boromir playing Monopoly. Soon, Faramir owns the Gap of Rohan, Helm's Deep, Edoras, Fangorn Forest, the Westfold, Isengard, Osgiliath, the Pelennor Fields, Minas Tirith, Barad-Dur, and Mount Doom. He has 1 house on each.

"Damn high house rates!" He curses, sipping his 12-year-old Bourbon from Rivendell.

"Hey, how can you be drinking that stuff? Aren't you all Anti-Alcohol and that?" Boromir asks.

"Uh, no. Plus, I need some drinks to numb the pain in my…spine." Faramir coughs.

"Sure." Boromir says. He owns Bag End, Farmer Maggot's, Buckleberry Ferry, Bree, Weathertop, the Fords of Bruinen, Rivendell, Caradhras, the Mines of Moria, Lothlorien, and the Falls of Rauros. Both players own 2 horses and one of each amenity. Boromir has a motel on each property.

"Damn you, Boromir. You freakin' own everything good." Faramir yells.

"Calm down!" Boromir says.

"NO! FREAK!" Faramir yells. He gets up, grabs his glass of Bourbon, then kicks the table, aiming to knock it over. It just shakes.

"DAMN IT!" Faramir screams, kicking the table harder. It falls over, ruining the Monopoly game.

"FARAMIR!" Boromir screams. "NOOOOO! MY EMPIRE!" he wails.

"GET OVER IT! AND GET OVER YOURSELF!" Faramir yells. He drains his Bourbon and laughs evilly.

"Uh, is this a bad time?" Aragorn asks, Legolas peeking out from behind him.

Faramir keeps laughing until Boromir whacks him in the head. He stops and stares dazedly out the window, making weird noises.

"No, not at all, my bro was just going spastic." Boromir says. He takes away the nearly empty bottle of Bourbon and throws it in the nearby fireplace, which has a roaring fire despite the fact that it's 65 degrees out. It blows up and everyone laughs heartily, except Faramir, who screams and starts to twitch.

"Uh…what's up with Faramir over there?" Legolas asks.

"I don't know. Let's just…I dunno, give him some more Bourbon, he may wake up." Boromir says. Sure enough, once they convince Faramir that it's really Bourbon and not poison sent by Denethor to kill him, he drinks some and goes back to normal.

"Hey, I want to try some!" Legolas whines.

"Sure, and you may just become un-pansy when you drink it." Aragorn mutters. Boromir snorts in laughter and nearly chokes.

"What is so funny?" Legolas pouts, hands on his hips.

"Nothing, Madame Greenleaf." Boromir says.

"WHAT did you just call me?" Legolas asks.

"Er…"

"THAT'S IT!" Legolas screams. He jumps on Boromir and starts beating him up.

"GENTLEMEN!" Aragorn says. "Er…" he looks at Legolas. "Gentleman and…other…"

"Shut up, Aragorn, you're next!" Legolas mutters, twisting Boromir's arm behind his back. "SAY IT! SAY UNCLE!"

"NEVER!" Boromir yells.

"What's going on?" Faramir asks. "I had an awful dream that I was nearly set on fire."

"Uh, that was real, if Pippin was telling the truth." Aragorn says.

"Say, why is Boromir getting bested by a pansy Elf prince?" Faramir asks.

"I don't know. I always thought Boromir could hold his own in fights like these." Aragorn says.

"Hmm… Pray tell, is Eowyn around? I think I was supposed to do the laundry…" Faramir says. Sure enough, a dirty basket of clothes is sitting on the stairs to the basement.

"Why are you talking like you've stepped out of a Shakespearian play?" Aragorn asks.

"You know the word 'Shakespearian'?" Faramir asks.

"Ok, this 'Picking on Aragorn because he lived in the wild' thing is getting old." Aragorn says.

"Sorry."

"No problem."

Aragorn and Faramir watch the fight a while longer.

"Say it! SAY IT, DAMNIT!" Legolas says.

"Fine, fine, FINE! Uncle." Boromir says.

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" Legolas screams, sounding not unlike an Army drill sergeant.

"Uncle!"

"LOUDER, MAGGOT!" Legolas yells.

"UNCLE!" Boromir screams.

"Hahahahaha!" Aragorn and Faramir laugh.

"Good. Now gimme some of that Bourbon!" Legolas says. He takes a drink. "Hey!"

"What?"

"That's not Bourbon! That's APPLE JUICE!"

"Wait...if it's apple juice, how did it explode?" Boromir asks.

Everyone ponders this for a good hour, then goes back to the plot and their previous discussion.

"So you mean to tell me that Faramir has been getting drunk off…Apple Juice?" Boromir asks.

"Apparently." Legolas affirms.

"Oh hohohohoh!" That's rich!" Boromir says.

"I was not getting drunk!" Faramir says. "I was acting that way to test you!"

"Of course you were…"

"I WAS!" Faramir says, throwing a pillow at everyone.

"Anyway, Boro and Fari…we'd like to know if you'd like to be in our…service." Aragorn says.

"Like the secret service?" Boromir asks.

"No. See, we're going to be…wait for it…it's soooo good…" Aragorn says.

"OUT WITH IT, MAN!" Faramir screams.

"Sorry. We're going to be ORC BUSTERS!"

"Orc Busters? Kinda like…Ghostbusters?" Faramir asks.

"Yep."

"Hey, why is 'Ghostbusters' one word and 'Orc Busters' two?" Boromir asks.

"BECAUSE I SAY SO!" Aragorn screams.

"All right, all right. We'll join. Who else is in it?" Faramir asks.

"Uh, just us four. And Elrond and Gandalf are backup or something." Legolas says.

"Cool. So do we get spiffy uniforms?" Boromir asks.

"Yeah. Legolas is working on samples now."

"Cool!"

"So when do we start?" Faramir asks.

"Uh…whenever the uniforms get done." Aragorn offers.

"That's great! I can't wait! We get to run around and kick Orc BUTT!"

"Sure, whatever, Boromir." Legolas says.

And so, Orc Busters was formed. Their next task was formidable, even scary: getting Elrond to be their 'agent'.

"You do realize when we say 'agent' we mean 'secretary'." Aragorn says.

"Yeah. He just sits there and takes our phone calls and writes things down." Legolas agrees.

A/N: Well, how did you like THAT one? I'm glad everyone liked it, this is one of those stories that are either going to hit it off great or bomb. I'm glad this one went good.

So next time, look down here for an answer to your review!