Hi guys! Thanks for the reviews! As you have noticed, we have changed the title. It just wasn't working for us any more.

Yeah, the whole MEELLLLLOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNN! thing was good while it was 36 characters long and in block capitals, but somehow now it's not quite as eye-catching.

So now we've changed it to a joke that NOBODY WILL GET until Chapter 21. I know that's a long way away, but you'll just have to wait to find out, and there will be much hilarity along the way.

So anyway. Read and enjoy, for this chapter really is a good one. Things can only get better!

DISCLAIMER: We own nothing, not even Dr Pepper. Well, Laura owns a bottle, but we don't own the actual company.

The Fellowship had been travelling for six days, along with 16 horses, ten of which were carrying Vee's stuff; the other 6 were being ridden. Elrond had ruled that 22 horses, one for each person and the rest for luggage, was too extreme, and as Vee refused to leave behind even the tiniest pair of tweezers, the Fellowship had had to share horses.

Vee had immediately bagsied Legolas; the hobbits were put together; Aragorn and Gimli reluctantly shared a horse; Laura was placed with her last choice Gandalf; and Saz was paired up with Boromir, because she'd been at the toilet during the whole debate.

"My initial reaction was to scream, then cry, but now I have the most overwhelming desire to kill Boromir," she had explained to Vee.

"Yeah, but I reckon something's going to happen to him later on," Vee had replied.

"Yes, you idiot, that would be his gruesome, unnecessary death later on," Saz had reminded her, and then looked round nervously to check that Boromir was nowhere in earshot.

Now the Fellowship was weary, and needed to rest, but every time Gandalf suggested it, Vee would refuse adamantly, and demand that they go on. It was only when Frodo fell asleep on his horse, and fell off into a stream, that Vee reluctantly dismounted.

"I had no idea Vee was so patriotic," Boromir hissed to Saz, as Gandalf lit a campfire.

"She's not. She just wants to spend as much time as possible riding with Legolas," Saz explained.

As Gimli stoked the fire, Pippin produced a large bag from his knapsack, and took out some mushrooms. He began cooking them over the open fire. Saz gazed around the group. Vee and Legolas were sitting in the midst of Vee's suitcases, discussing hair-straightening techniques. Laura was going completely hyperactive because she'd managed to smuggle some Dr Pepper into Middle Earth.

Soon the mushrooms were cooked and ready, and Pippin cut them up into pieces, leaving the largest for himself. Hobbits always expect strangers to accept food, and all the Fellowship knew this, and did. As Vee copied everything Legolas did, she also took a piece, and Saz accepted a small portion. However, Pippin then passed the plate to Laura.

"Oh, no thanks, I don't like mushrooms," Laura said. There was a gasp from the Fellowship. Vee and Saz looked at each other, and suppressed a giggle. They could both guess what was coming next.

"What?" Pippin said. "Oh, I get it. A joke. Funny joke. Ha. Ha. Ha."

"No, really, I don't like mushrooms," Laura protested.

The whole camp had gone deathly quiet, and all looked shocked, except for Legolas, who looked as though he was trying to figure something out.

"Of – of course you like mushrooms. Everybody likes mushrooms," Pippin laughed nervously.

"No, I don't," said Laura, blatantly unaware of the devastation she was causing.

"What is a skater boy?" Legolas burst out.

"This is not the time, Legolas," Saz told him.

"You…don't…like…mushrooms?" Pippin whispered, a tear glistening in the corner of his eye. Laura silently shook her head.

"I think I need to be alone," Pippin whimpered, and sprinted off.

Awwww, he's soooo cute!

Erin, you like Frodo and Legolas, remember. Pippin is mine!

OK, you know what to do, so please review.

Wow, Erin is a poet and she doesn't know it.

Whoop-dee-doo, you are too.

Shut up, you.