I dont know how "I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here" works, but i've seen "Survivor", and I can just imagine a group of elves sitting in a corner of Moria and shivering.
Galadriel: It's freezing in here! I can barely go around barefoot!
Elrond: Look, I'm doing all I can to make a fire. It's not my fault Cirdan gave the stupid Red Ring to Gandalf instead of me.
Feanor: I hereby swear a terrible oath, which none shall take, and none shall break, to persue with vengance any Vala, Demon, Elf or Man as yet unborn who dares hinder my purpose, which remains to win this contest and recieve my just reward.
Legolas *whispers*: Arwen, I have a proposition for you. Haldir and I are starting a Sindarin Alliance to rid ourselves or thjese high and mighty Noldor.
Arwen *whispers back*: I think you are a sad little elf.
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