A/N: Wow, I haven't visited this site in ages! O.O Oh, well here's the next part, where a few things are explained xP

Disclaimer: How often do you want to uproot me by repeating it? I. Don't. Own. (goes to a corner and cries)

Balin's Tomb (and other such nasty places)

(Everyone has travelled quite a while; tired and irritated they enter Balin's tomb and look at the chaos; Ariadon picks up the book and reads from it)

Ariadon: (reading) "We have barred the gates, but cannot hold them for long... The ground shakes... Drums... Drums in the deep..."

Pippin: (annoyed) "Great, so the orcs had a party, and the dwarves were 'buzzkilled'. Can we leave now?"

(A whacks P over the head with her scabbard without looking. As P grumbles and rubs her head, she mutters)

Ariadon: (mutter) "It's true that we better leave now, otherwise the orcs will come and surround us, and then the Balrog would come, and then –"

(P, Frieda and Stevolas stare at A, and say "Huh?" simultaneously; Mithranda is nowhere to be seen)

Ariadon: (notices them staring) "What? This is a parody based on the real story; isn't it obvious what's going to happen next?"

(S, P and F shake their heads.)

Frieda: "What's a Balrog?"

Ariadon: (dumbfounded) "What are you talking about? Don't you have the script?" (pulls the script out from behind her back)

Stevolas: "We have a script?" (pulls out his) "I thought this story was getting ridiculous..." (throws away the script; pulls out a mirror) "Apart from myself of course." (starts grooming)

Frieda: (reads the script; lightbulb goes on) "So that's what a Balrog is! ...why does it have wings when it doesn't even fly?"

(A sweatdrops. Suddenly she notices movement behind the tomb. Going there she sees M sorting the different skulls and spears in orderly piles, muttering. Sweatdropping more, A approaches her warily)

Ariadon: (cautiously) "Mith? Are you ok?"

Mithranda: (breathing heavily) "I – can't – stand – this – MESS!" (jumps up, nerve popping, and turns to the fellowship) "Everyone, roll up your sleeves; we are cleaning this place up NOW!"

Stevolas: (confused) "Why would I do that? My hands will get dirty." (P and F nod)

Mithranda: (draws Glamdring; steam coming out of her mouth) "Clean this place up. Now."

(S gulps, then shrieks and runs as M chases him, swinging the sword like a battle-ax. F and P pull out popcorn and watch from the sidelines as M chases S around the tomb, going in circles. Eventually A draws courage and whacks M with her scabbard so that she falls face-first; G slips away into the well, making a clanging noise. Drums start beating.)

Ariadon: (mutters) "Great, just great."

(After an hour of fighting all the orcs are dead, the fellowship dirty and even more tired. M, tied up, is bowing and apologising, as A stares down at her angrily)

Ariadon: "You –" (points menacingly at M) "are hereby forbidden to carry any other weapons than your staff; that should be enough to face the Balrog."

Mithranda: (puzzled) "What Balrog?"

(A ignores her and turns to the well that G disappeared into; on it in slightly faded lettering is written: 'Well of Copyright Protection' A sweatdrops, then shrugs and turns, grabs M by the collar and drags her out of the tomb; P, F and S follow)

And there ya go! Interesting, eh? Next up is Lothlorien x3