Part Two.
Minas Tirith, 2006...
"Aragorn! What are you doing with underwear on your head? And why do you have no shirt on?" screamed Elrond to Aragorn, because the minute he had said that, Arargorn had run away from him, and Arwen following with a toilet scrubber tied to her head, laughing.
"Haven't you heard? I guessed you haven't. I decreed today 'The day my Butt Went Psycho Day'. It's a pretty good holiday, don't you think?" asked Aragorn, who had ran back to his father-in-law as soon as he heard Elrond ask him.
Elrond slammed his forhead and started crying.
"Why can't I have a normal son-in-law? WHY, WHY, WHY!" screamed Elrond, at the top of his lungs.
"Anyway, what are you doing here, old timer?"asked Aragorn, to Elrond, with a bit of annoyance in his tone.
"Daddy came here so he could take me back to Rivendell. He and I are going to Celeborn and Galadriel's wedding," Arwen quickly said, seeing her father turning brown.(No, he did not need to use the bathroom.)
"Aren't they already married?" asked Aragorn.
"They were, until Galadriel overspent on her credit card. After learning that she overspent on her credit card, Celeborn ran around screaming, until he tripped over the sofa and fell out the window. By the way, they were on the top floor," replied Arwen. "That's why we're going to their wedding."
Aragorn said,
"Can I come too?"
"Maybe," said Elrond. "Maybe in a billion years!"
End of Part Two.