A/N: Well, we're back. It seemed that almost everyone who reviewed missed the 5:00 shadow, but don't worry, it'll come back…muahaha. Ahem. Anyway, here is chapter 6, where we're actually going to meet up with Denethor.

Chapter Six: A Bit of a Problem.

"So, now that Faramir's a girl," Boromir laughs, "can we go meet our father? Again?"

"Yeah…Faramir, I was thinking. You don't look very girlie." Legolas muses.

"What else do you want me to DO? I'm already wearing makeup and a dress!" Faramir yelled.

"Oh, snap, I forgot eyeliner. Come here," Legolas says. Aragorn and Boromir, always ready for another chance to make Faramir look even girlie, hold him down as Legolas puts on the eyeliner.

"There. Perfect. Kinda." Legolas says.

"What's wrong now?" Faramir growls.

"Your voice. Women talk higher. Kinda," Legolas says.

"So you want me to talk in a falsetto voice?" Faramir asks, shocked.

"Uh…yeah."

"Good grief."

"And another thing…" Boromir says slowly, then whispers it into Faramir's ear.

"NO WAY IN HELL!" Faramir yells.

"What? What did he say?" Aragorn asks.

Faramir tells Aragorn, who falls over laughing.

"There is no way that you're doing that to me!" Faramir says.

"But, Faramir, all girls…y'know…" Aragorn says, trying very hard not to laugh.

"Oh, what is it now, Aragorn?" Legolas asks impatiently.

Aragorn tells Legolas.

"Oh, yes, I'm afraid that'll have to be done." Legolas says.

"NOOOOOO!" Faramir screams.

10 minutes later…

"Uh…Aragorn? I'm out of tissues."

"Damn it, Faramir!" Aragorn says, sliding another box under the bathroom stall. Let's pretend they're at McDonald's or something…

"WHAT? I'm sorry, but this is just ridiculous! It'll never work!" Faramir says.

"Are you almost done in there? There's a mob of teenage guys coming this way," Boromir cautions, "best stay in there until they leave."

"Oh, for crying out loud," Faramir says.

The mob of boys enters, look at Aragorn and Boromir suspiciously, then leave. Legolas runs in when they leave.

"I just bought out the last boxes of tissues at Minas-Mart!" Legolas screams. Let's pretend they got back to Minas Tirith, too.

"Oh, come on, he's already been through 5!" Aragorn says. "That's going to look really fake."

"It looks fake already!" Faramir screams.

"Oh, don't worry, everything will be fine. Plus, I bought you a nice fan in case your beard starts growing in while we're with your father." Legolas says.

"I am going to look so retarded." Faramir mutters.

"All right, you can come out now." Boromir laughs.

"You're all going to Mordor." Faramir says. He steps out of the stall.

Aragorn, Boromir, and Legolas look at him for a second, then get struck with a severe laughing attack.

"You look…ridiculous!"

"You just notice this now?" Faramir yells. "Shouldn't the audience know what happened to me?"

"I wanna tell them!" Boromir screams.

"Go 'head."

"Well, we remembered something that all girls have so we kinda…"

"They're making me wear a bra that's stuffed with tissues." Faramir finishes.

"HEY! I wanted to say that." Boromir pouts.

"Oh, grow up."

"Well, can we go now?" Aragorn asks. "And Faramir, put on that bonnet."

"NO!"

"Yes! And we're leaving."

"Sure. Let's go get this over with."

At the Retirement Complex…

Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir and Legolas walk in and up to the reception desk.

"Can I help you?" asks the desk clerk.

"Yeah, can we see Denethor?" Aragorn asks.

"Uh, no, he's not in right now." The desk clerk says.

"Can my good friend George persuade you?" Boromir asks, pulling out a dollar bill. The desk clerk looks at him, shakes his head, and goes back to typing.

"How about my good friend Ben?" Legolas asks, whipping out a hundred.

"Sure. He's in the reading room." The desk clerk says, taking the money.

"All right, on we go." Aragorn says.

Just a bit later…

"Hey, dad!" Boromir yells, running up to Denethor.

"My favorite son!" Denethor says.

"Ugh. All this happiness is killing me." Faramir says.

"Hey! Fake voice, huh?"

"Oh, right!" Faramir says in a nice high voice.

"So, son, who all is with you?" Denethor asks, beaming.

"Uh, Aragorn, Legolas, and Far—I mean, this is…" Boromir says, looking at Faramir.

"Oh, haha, I'm…Eowyn?" Faramir offers in a girlie voice.

"Eowyn? Isn't that the name of the girl that my good for nothing son Faramir married?" Denethor asks.

"Ha, I'm the other Eowyn." Faramir says.

"And she's here because…" Denethor asks.

Legolas, Aragorn, Faramir, and Boromir exchange worried looks, then Legolas steps in.

"She's Boromir's fiancée." Legolas says.

"What?" Faramir and Boromir ask at the same time. Denethor gives them an odd look.

"Oh, it was just that…I wanted to say that first, Dad. Y'know, give you the word straight from me to you." Boromir says, putting his arm around Faramir. Faramir looks as if he's about to murder Legolas.

"But weren't you dead?" Denethor asks Boromir.

"Yeah, but I came back!" Boromir beams.

"So we came to ask you if you'd like to join our business!" Aragorn offers.

"Oh, sit down," Denethor says kindly.

Faramir gives Denethor a confused look, then whips out his fan and holds it by his face, fanning himself.

"Well, we'll call you when we need you and you can run in on fire!" Legolas says.

"Sounds like a plan!" Denethor smiles.

"So you'll do it?" Aragorn asks.

"Yeah!" Denethor shouts joyously.

"All right, dad." Boromir says.

"So when's the wedding?" Denethor asks.

"HUH?" Faramir and Boromir ask, looking at each other.

"When are you two getting married?" Denethor asks.

"Uh…"

"And when can I expect to be a grandfather?"

"AHHHH!" Faramir yells, tearing out of the room.

"Sorry, she's a bit…nervous around family." Boromir laughs.

Back at the Car…

Faramir is fuming, holding the dress in one hand, having successfully changed into his everyday attire.

"And there she is, the future Mrs. Boromir!" Aragorn laughs.

Faramir glares at him.

"Oh, don't worry, we'll just get you a good 100 yards away before we call in your dad." Legolas says.

"I say the meeting went pretty well," Boromir says.

"Well you weren't the on in a dress, were you?" Faramir says.

"So?"

"I see you've managed to take 3 hours worth of makeup off in only 10 minutes." Legolas says.

"What can I say? The authoress loves me!" Faramir beams. "And you'll see I managed to grow my 5:00 shadow back and it's only 3:15."

"Some people get all the love," Aragorn mutters.

"You do know that dad's going to be expecting a wedding now?" Boromir asks.

"You want the real Eowyn?" Faramir asks.

"How about Arwen?" Aragorn offers.

"I'm sure I can spare you one of my 2,000,000 fangirls…" Legolas says.

"Oh, I'll just lie and say we broke up." Boromir says.

"Oh. Because if you want a fangirl or two…"

"Never mind. What do we do now?"

"We get back to my place and wait for someone to call us."

"How are people going to know to call us?" Faramir asks.

Aragorn thinks for a moment, then the light bulb goes on.

"That, my friends, is the purpose of commercials."

A/N: Well, that's that. Poor Faramir, but he's back to normal now. Uh, yeah, in the next chapter the boys'll be making a commercial. And in about chapter 7 they'll actually start their job. As always, leave a review and see you at the next chapter!