Here's Matthew's continuation:

Bilbo: (Bowing) I must apologize to the panel, I have a lovely salad dish that I could not manufacturer in time. I appear to have misplaced all my carrots...

Gandalf: (Muttering to himself) I know where those carrots walked off to... Fool of a Took!

Arwen: (Giggling) Oh, that's ok, my little man. Your dishes all look so wonderful!

Wraith: Give us the dishes, she-elf!

Arwen: (Annoyed) If you want them, come and claim them!

Glorfindel: Now, now, everyone will have a chance to sample the wares presented! May the tasting commence! (The panel starts to eat.)

Aragorn: I am surprised by Mr. Wraith's choice of dishes, seeing that his last encounter with fire ended in disaster.... but such a wonderful flavor! I say, is that paprika or charred bone that I taste?

Wraith: You will taste Man-flesh!

Gandalf: Hey, that's not your line! But I most agree with my esteemed colleague, your dishes are surprisingly good, especially when served with a full bodied red wine. You only lack depth in your menu choices.

Wraith: Well, yes, and I apologize profusely for that shortcoming (Bows) I have prepared a third dish, a baklava made from lembas and drizzled with honey collected from Beorn's bee hives, but I would be tortured for all time by Sauron if I were to present such a dish to the panel. Again, many apologies. (Bows again)

Sam: Heh - he might turn you into something unnatural...

Wraith (Muttering) He already did, you stupid git!

Bilbo: Hey, now, what about my dishes?!

Sam: Well, Mr. Bilbo, I'm usually not partial to foreign food, but I must say, lembas makes just about anything taste good! Your meals are quite good in of themselves, but then that's only because the Gaffer showed you some tricks with parsley!

Bilbo: (Going red) Errr.....

Sam: Not THOSE tricks, you idiot!

Glorfindel: *Ahem* Let's keep the panel focused on today's event, shall we? Arwen, we have not heard from you.

Arwen: (Giggling) Oh, it's so hard to decide! Both chefs have presented wonderful dishes and in such different mannerisms! The flavors just overwhelm me! I love them both!

Elrond: Have you no love for your father?

Arwen: (Swoons) Oh Father!

Aragorn: (Muttering to himself) God, what do I see in her?

Gandalf: I have a question for Mr. Baggins. Do you have any more lembas pitas I could have for later? They are quite good!

Bilbo: They're mine. My precious....

Gandalf: BIBLO BAGGINS! I am not a cheap conjurer of tricks! I am not trying to rob you... well, yes, I am. Give them to me!

Glorfindel: PUH-lease, sit down! We must pass judgment on our two chefs. Is the panel ready with their decision? (The panel huddles in the corner for a few minutes, then gives Glorfindel a large envelope.)

Glorfindel: And now, the winner is.... (loud drum roll) Bilbo Baggins!

Wraith: WHAT?!

Glorfindel: Oh, I'm so sorry, my good man, err, wraith. While the panel judged your dishes to be much better overall, surely you know that in the Tolkien world good triumphs over evil in the end! That's all we have tonight, folks! Thank you for watching Iron Chef!

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