Yes... I know I haven't updated in ages! That's because my files were down and I couldn't access this story.. but I'm back now! This is gonna be one of the last chapters... and in the next, a dramatic turn will occurr!

Authoressinhiding: Hey, thanks for your review. Hope you like this chapter, too! It's longer!

Jousting Elf with a Sabre: I think I will! It's going to be called: The Two Cowards. Catchy, huh? Thanks for your reviews!

Chapter... I forget again.

Disclaimer: See some other chapter. Oh, and I don't own Monty Python and the Holy Grail, either.

Boromir shrugged and ran off into the woods, while Legolas discarded his lightsaber and took out his bow, shooting everything in sight. A tree was hit by him, and Aragorn had to jump into the brush to avoid being hit.

"Die Orc dogs!" Legolas shrieked, whacking everything he possibly could. Suddenly he stopped, horrified. "OH! What I did say?"

"Uh, you said 'die Orc dogs'," Gimli answered, chopping off another Uruk's head.

Legolas gave him a withering glance. "I know what I said, smart-mouth!" he hissed angrily.

"ARRGH!" Gimli yelled, "I'll have no pointy-eared outsmarting me!" With that, he began to cut down as many Uruks as he could, trying to get to Legolas and give him a piece of his mind.

Meanwhile, Frodo was running as fast as he could to the boats, trying to find Sam. Merry and Pippin were searching for Frodo, and Boromir and Sam were searching for Merry and Pippin. Because of that, they ended up running around in circles.

"We're lost!" Merry wailed, howling at the moon… which wasn't there.

Pippin, on the other hand, was a bit more positive. "There must be someone looking for us," he replied cheerfully. "They'll find us soon."

"NOOOO!" Frodo shrieked, darting past them quickly. The two Hobbits stared at him.

"Mr. Frodo!" Sam yelled, chasing after him.

"Merry! Pippin!" Boromir shouted, tramping after Sam, think that he was one of the two. He didn't see them hiding behind a log.

Merry turned to Pippin. "Now's our chance," he said, "BOROMIR!" he yelled, his voice echoing.

But the Gondorian was too far ahead to hear anything.

"ECHO! Echo!" Pippin called, smiling in triumphant glee when he heard echoes of his voice.

Merry slapped him upside his head. "Quit playin' around!" he said, angered.

Pippin merely stuck out his tongue before grabbing a coconut from his jacket and banging the two empty halves together.

"We're Knights of the Round table, we dance whenere' we're able! We do routines, and chorus scenes, and footwork impeccable!" he sang loudly, trotting off into the forest.

Merry stared after him. "Hey! Come back here you stupid fool!" he screeched.

The sudden trampling of large, stinky feet behind him got his attention.

"There he is!" one Uruk cried. He was shriveled and wore a dark hood. His eyes were a yellow-red. "He's still alive…"

"Well of course I'm alive, you halfwit!" Merry retorted indignantly.

They stared at him. "Well, after him!" the Uruk cried, pointing at him. The other Orcs cowered in fear, backing away. "Well what is it?" The Uruk shouted angrily.

"I'm afraid of logs," one Orc sheepishly admitted.

"I'm afraid of sticks," another spoke up.

"And I'm afraid of midgets," a third said.

Merry looked at them indignantly. "I'm not a midget, I'm a hobbit," he retorted, miffed.

"All the same thing," the Orc shrugged.

"No, no it isn't," Merry disagreed, shaking his head.

The head Orc, whose name was Palpz, growled in anger and shouted, "AFER HIM, YOU FOOLS!"

Merry decided that it would be an excellent time to start running. And so he did.

"Come back here!" Palpz shouted furiously, "I'll bite yer legs off!"

"I don't know why he's so upset!" Merry yelled, catching up with Pippin, "It's not as if WE did anything! It's all Frodo's fault!"

"Bravely bold Sir Merry, rode forth from Hobbiton, he was not afraid to die, oh brave Sir Merry! He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways! Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Merry!" Pippin sang, tapping on an imaginary tambourine.

Merry smirked self importantly and trotted along with his cousin, the Uruk-hai forgotten for the moment.

"He was not the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp," Pippin continued, "Or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken! To have his kneecaps split, and his body burnt away! And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Merry!"

Merry's grin was quickly fading as he nervously glanced back, noticing the Orcs coming closer.

"His head smashed in and his heart cut out and his liver removed and his–" Pippin's singing was abruptly cut short by the Uruks charging and throwing them onto their backs.

What had happened to Boromir, you now must wonder? Well… back to the big people in the group… not including Gimli.

"That's fifteen for me, loser!" Boromir yelled triumphantly, whacking off another Orc's head.

"I'm on nineteen!" Legolas cried, doing a small victory dance.

Aragorn glared at them, ashamed at his own number. "Two already!" he said in a depressed voice.

The others began to laugh hysterically. "You pitiful man!" Gimli chuckled, "Whatever shall we do with you?" He himself was on seventeen.

Aragorn started to wail. "I'll never be a good fighter," he sobbed, "I'm a worthless piece of–"

"There's a reason this story's rated K, you idiot!" Boromir shouted over the growling of the Orcs.

"I was going to say," Aragorn snapped, "JUNK! Worthless piece of junk!"

Boromir shrugged. "Oh. No harm done." He went back to killing Orcs. Just when it seemed like he was about to survive…. He was shot in the stomach. "Oh… well.." he gasped, "See you blokes later." Boromir then fell to the ground, seemingly dead.

The three that were left continued to cut down the Orcs until they were all dead. Aragorn stared around him, panting. Legolas was standing deep in thought, and Gimli was wiping his axe on the ground. Suddenly, Boromir opened his eyes and gasped, pulling the arrow out of him.

"I'm alright," he said, "I'm not hurt." He stood up and brushed himself off. "Blasted dirt," he muttered, not noticing the stares he was getting.

Gimli barreled into him. "You are… the luckiest man I ever knew!" He cried, hugging him. "Bless you, laddie, bless you!" Boromir grinned and patted him on the head.

Aragorn was rather miffed, and Legolas watched the scene, uninterested. "Now that we're all one big happy family, can we find Frodo and Sam now?" he asked.

"I thought I was the one who was blessed," Aragorn muttered.

Hope you liked that chapter! The next one I'm looking forward too... mwa ha ha ha! Don't forget to leave a donation in the blue box below!