Disclaimer: I don't own Legolas, Minas Tirith or any other LOTR person, place, thing, or idea that is used within the body of this fic. Everything except the troop of 'fangirls' belongs to the estate of JRR Tolkien.

Author's Note: This is based on a script written by my RL friends and me during a sleepover while under the influence of Diet Coke and Chips Ahoy!. This was written for fun, and to blow off doing AP Lit work. It's not meant to be considered a serious Fanfic. The names are all made up because I'm too paranoid to use real names.

When Fangirls Attack!

Part One: Setting the Stage, AKA the unimportant, and rather unfunny introductory chapter

"Samantha! Hurry up! The popcorn is getting cold!" Monique yelled at her friend who was still puttering about in the kitchen.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming. Geez, don't have a cow, Mo." Samantha responded as she exited the kitchen and threw herself on the couch.

"Well, cold popcorn is nasty. And the movie is about to start," Monique stated. "I've wanted to see Lord of the Rings for forever, you know that. You know how strict my parents are at home. There's no way they'd let me sit in front of the TV for three straight hours to watch a movie."

"I know, I know. That's why you're here all weekend. So you can see them all."

"True." Monique tilted her head to the side as a gesture of agreement. "It's starting."

The two girls fell silent as the Fellowship of the Ring began to play on Starz. It was that exact moment that rain began to fall. Not only did the noise of it nearly drown out Galadriel's opening, it also began to wreak havoc on the satellite signal. The TV paused.

"Don't you dare…," Samantha threatened the TV as it went to an acquiring signal screen.

"Obviously the TV doesn't listen very well, Sam." Monique teased her friend.

"Obviously," Samantha agreed.

"So, what do we do now? Your DVD player is broken; if it wasn't we could watch them on DVD, but it is."

"I dunno…"

"Who's using the computer upstairs? We could mess around on it."

"Kat's using it," Samantha muttered. "Wait! I know!"

"This sounds like you're having a 'eureka' moment. Should I be scared?"

"That depends on your definition of scared. Should you be worried? Yes. Should you run away screaming? No."

"You knew what I meant!"

"I know, but you're so easy to bug. You make it way too much fun for me…"

"Yes, I'm sure I do. What was your idea anyway?"

"We could watch my copy of the documentary!"

"What documentary?"

"You'll see if we watch it."

"OK. I'm game."

"Alrighty then!" Samantha said, half walking, half dancing to the VHS player. She squatted down beside it, and rummaged through the pile of VHS tapes.

"Aha! Found ya," Samantha exclaimed, standing back up with an unlabeled VHS tape in hand. "Let's get started!"

She popped the tape into the VHS player, and pressed play.

"Gimme some of that popcorn, Mo." She said, plopping down onto the couch.

The opening credits played, or rather were held up on poster-board cards in front of a camera.

"Who made this? It's so cheap!" Monique asked.

"Just watch it, okay! I'll explain it later."

"Alright…"

So the girls settled into watching the video in silence. Samantha was trying to refrain from giggling because of knowing what was to come, and Monique was refraining from asking any more questions as to who the makers of the video were.