You whimper, quaking pathetically. "My name is Nimrodel...I'm an elven maiden."

By the eternal laws of the universe, someone was bound to figure out that you are lying. But what happened next really scares you.

The entire fellowship and Arwen appear.

"You aren't Nimrodel!"

You figure that now you are in some serious trouble. But you decide to push it. You squint your eyes and pull a circlet down over your ears, and cry, "I am too!" You decide that you're screwed anyway, so you decide to say something you've always wanted to say. You point at Legolas accusingly and yell, "You're in no position to contradict ME!! YOU'RE having an affair with Aaragorn!"

Arwen turns around unsteadily, opens her mouth, and falls into a dead faint.

But you aren't done yet-not by a long shot.

"And you!" Now the accusing finger points in Pippin's direction. "Don't deny that you stole Galadriel's favorite dress and ran amock through the forest in it!" Pippin's eyes grow large, and he seems to try to speak, but no sound comes out. Gimli looks on in disgust-you decide to use this to your advantage. "And YOU," you shout, tugging on Gimli's beard. "Don't you remember writing all those love notes to Gandalf? Come on, I know you like his beard! That way." You wink slyly at him. It's at this point you notice that Gimli's axe is invading your personal space.

A bubble of protection appears around you.

You look to your left to see Beastmaster say, "I would have let you die, but this really amuses me."

Rock on.

"Thank you, Juu-ou-sama!" you cry happily, realizing that you have someone on your side now. Well, sort of.

Obviously, you decide to:

Continue your accusations (come on, you haven't even gotten to Aaragorn yet!)

Hide behind Beastmaster and pray to L-sama she doesn't hurt you.