Narrator: Rivendell. Imladris. The house of Elrond the Peredhil. Aragorn finds himself in a secluded gazebo lying on a couch. It is a place he often frequented to secretly meet the beautiful daughter of Elrond... Arwen Evenstar.

Arwen: Greetings, my dearest love.
Aragorn: Whoa! Hold on... surely this is a dream.
Arwen: Why do you question your senses?
Aragorn: Well, for one, I distinctly remember being in Rohan before I fell asleep. For another, you are not even supposed to be in this movie!
Arwen: Now, now... be nice! This is a new "enlightened" age and, if I play my cards right, maybe they will write me into the next one as the totally HOT elven warrior princess who single-handedly defeats the dreaded witch-king at the battle of Pelennor Fields.
Aragorn: Rriiiigggghhhttt. I'm definitely dreaming.
Arwen: Is there nothing I can do or say to sooth your doubts?
Aragorn: Not really. So, wake me up, would you? Since I'm positive it's not really you that is kissing my face, I hope that it is only my horse and not Legolas... or (SHUDDER) Gimli.

Arwen: (sighing) Fine. But, if it's not to much trouble, would you mind taking a bath before your next dream? It doesn't look like you've washed your hair since leaving Imladris—Ugh!!! Or changed your underwear! Honestly, my love, if we are ever going to get married we are just going to have to work on your personal hygiene. In fact, while I have your attention, maybe we should talk about your issues with emotional commitment—
Aragorn: Aaauuuuuuuugh! I'm awake, I'm awake!!!