[Oddwen]

Scene: The camp. Aragorn is leaving in Middle-night for the Paths of the Dead.

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Aragorn: *muttermutteryawn* Stupid Paths, don't know why the Dead would follow me, I haven't exactly chosen to accept my destiny as king yet...

Éowyn: Hey!

Aragorn: AHH!

Éowyn: Why are you packing up? The war's to the East! MY LORD, WE HAVE A DESERTER HERE MMMMMMMMMMPH!!

Aragorn: Shh! I'm not deserting! I'm just getting the Angband outta here!

Éowyn: And the difference is...?

Aragorn: Why are you here anyway? Shouldn't you be asleep?

Éowyn: I was stalking you...er, couldn't sleep and decided to follow you...er, I mean, I'm taking a walk.

Aragorn: Cute, real cute. Too bad, I've got a fiancée. She may or may not be dying, but a fiancée all the same.

Éowyn: I don't wanna marry you, who said anything about marriage? *wink*

Aragorn: *drool* No, no no, her father would kill me...I cannot give you what you seek, Éowyn. Anyway, it's only a shadow and a thought that you love.

Éowyn: I thought your shadow was pretty fine. *pout*

Aragorn: *drool* Ahhh haa muhhhhhhhhh...uh, I gotta go bye. Don't worry, be happy. Don't go after the host either, even if I have crushed all your hopes and you wish to die, or you'll be in big trouble.

(Éowyn wails and runs away. Aragorn watches her with glazed eyes, but then turns to go)

Aragorn: *sigh* Well, c'mon Brego, let's go rouse the zombies...AHH!

Gimli: Where are you going, you deserter? ALERT, ALERT, DESERTER AAAGH!!

Aragorn: For the last time, I'm not deserting! And you can't come with me.

Legolas: Yes he is.

Aragorn: AHH! Is everyone following me tonight?

Gandalf(behind a rock): No.

Théoden(behind a tent): No.

Eöl(behind a rock): No.

Finarfin(behind a tent): No.

Varda(behind a star): No.

Sauron(in the Palantir): No.

Arwen(behind a spear): No.

Celeborn(behind Brego): No.

Boromir(from Aragorn's saddlebag): No.

Eärendil(from Vingelot): No.

Éowyn(in plain sight): I am.

All: Go back to bed!

Aragorn: You guys cannot come with me.

Legolas: Have you learned nothing of the stubbornness of Dwarves?

Aragorn: Yes.

Legolas: Wait...which?

Pippin(behind a horse): We're going, or you'll have to tie us up in a sack to stop us!

Gandalf: Fool of a Took!

Pippin: I mean...they're going with you.

Aragorn(throwing his hands up): I'm outnumbered, fourteen to one!

Sauron: Actually, thirteen. I don't want them to go. The less, the best as I say!

Celebrimbor(in a hole): Is that why only One master ring was made?

Féanor(next to Eöl): That's why I never made any single item. If my only item were lost, I'd be doomed!

Sauron: Shut up!

Gothmog the Balrog(behind a small moon): You managed to be doomed pretty well, considering.

Fëanor: Well, I wasn't just going to kill one of my kin. It would go against my entire philosophy! The more the merrier, I say!

Sauron: That's not what I say.

Fëanor: Just who taught *you*?

Aulë(behind the mountain): I did!

Aragorn: ARGH! *He charges off wildly, followed by Legolas and Gimli. The rest of the crowd gets into a huge argument about Silmarils*

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Next scene is Théoden and Éowyn's discussion before he leaves.