Alt. Ending to LOTR 2
Once again, Frodo marched up the Mountain of Doom, experiencing a slight feeling of déjà vu. I wonder why, he mused. It's not like I march up mountains all the time. He marshaled his wayward thought s and continued marching, then realized he wasn't in Middle Earth any more. "Sam, where are we?"
"I don't know Mr. Frodo, but it's almost annoyingly colorful. I think it's giving Stinker here convulsions." Sam replied, giving an almost negligent kick to Gollum.
"Oh, why does the mean hobbit hurt us? Why? Nasty colors chokes us, yes, and nasty red flowers." whined Smeagol, curling into a little ball on the strangely yellow road.
"Red flowers? You're right, Smeagol, they do have an awful smell." Frodo glanced around, noticing a sleeping girl in the meadow. Maybe she knows where we are, he thought. He began marching toward her.
"Mr. Frodo, Mr. Frodo, wake up!" He opened his eyes to see Sam staring down at him with a worried expression on his face. "You've been sleeping for hours! Aren't you planning on coming to your own birthday party? Gandalf and Gimli are waiting by the Party Tree."
Frodo rubbed his hair and yawned. "I'll be right there, Sam."
The Ring was still no more.