A/N: Welcome to 'They Have Fangirls'. This is a fanfic me and my friend, romanticlady, wrote for fun. It is absolutely NOT a Mary-Sue fanfic so no worries there. This is our first shot with a Lord of the Rings fanfic, so we'd greatly appreciate any feedback that you could grant us. No flames, as flames burn...and we don't like to get burned. Enjoy! It may start out slow, but it will definitely pick up within the next few chapters.

Disclaimer: We own nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch...as much as we wished we did.

--------From Soggy Books to a Soggy Fellowship--------

Hayley's POV:

Sometimes when one sits at their computer typing random nonsense to friends, one begins to think about all sorts of random nonsense...or more random nonsense, you get the picture. Like right now I'm thinking that I really would like to eat some ice cream...some chocolate ice cream. Which reminds me...my friend Trinh should've been here by now...the lazy sap. Not surprising, she's probably just staring at her picture of Gimli. That is quite creepy come to think of it.

"I am so bored." Actually, that might be considered the biggest understatement of the year. Whatever. I really wish Trinh would get here already...she stole my LotR books. And I want them back. Badly. In fact, I seriously can't think without them...lucky for me, she didn't get my LotR movies. I keep those in a special place...which is totally NOT under my pillow...so I can totally NOT dream about Boromir. So I have a small attraction to the man from Gondor. It happens.

Unfortunately for me, right as I was about to go get that ice cream that I was talking about earlier, there was a knock on the door...

"If you're not from Gondor, you can't come in!" I yell at the door...it's my usual saying. Don't ask, because I'm certain that you wouldn't want to know. Actually, it is a funny story, really. It all started when I-

There's another knock on the door. Dang...guess they are either A)from Gondor or B) Obviously want to bother me. Must be my friend...

Trinh's POV:

Man, Hayley must be mad . . .

"Gosh darn it!" I yell out as I ran up to Hayley's tomb . . . house I mean. I mean, she spends so much time in there that it might as well be a tomb. I'm usually not late for anything, but the MOST unbelievable thing happened.

I pounded on Hayley's door, and she opened it, looking pretty mad. She actually looked a little bit like a Uruk-Hai.

"Ohmigosh! Trinh why are you so late?" Hayley shrieks. "And you better have my LotR books. I've been through SIX DAYS, FOUR HOURS, THREE MINUTES, AND 24 SECONDS without getting to read Boromir's Lament."

"I can explain . . ." I say.

"It's 27 seconds now," Hayley cuts me off.

"No you would not believe this Hayley!" I say, coming into her house and dragging her behind me. "The stupidest thing happened today!"

"What are you talking about?" Hayley asks. "Or more like . . . who are you talking about?"

"Let's sit down," I say, and I start to explain to her what had happened. "Okay, so like, I was walking to your house because---"

"Wow, what an interesting story," Hayley says, rolling her eyes.

"Shut the bleep up!" I say, because I don't curse 'cause I'm elegant like that. "Let me talk! Anyway, I was walking to your house, with your books---"

"Dammit Trinh! Did you lose them?"

"NO! Shut up! Let me talk!" I grumble. "Anyway, I was walking with your books. I was just minding my own business . . . and remember that it rained last night . . . well, all of a sudden this big giant bus drives past me, and splashes this HUGE puddle of water on me."

"That's hilarious," Hayley laughs, and then she went still. "Wait . . . you mean . . ."

I nodded.

"YOU GOT MY BOOKS WETI?" Hayley shrieked.

"No! Just a little bit. And I didn't get them wet, the driver of the bus did!" I reached into my coat, and slowly took out the soaked books.

Hayley stared at me with deadpan eyes. And all of a sudden, her lip quivered. "My...books! You're dead meat!"

And then she pulled a Darth Vader, and fell to her knees, screaming "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Hayley's POV:

Personally, I can't decide between frying Trinh or just flat out killing her. I vote for the latter. I stood, looking her straight in the eyes . . . and . . . just as I was about to pounce on her and beat the living daylights out of her; there was a knock on the door. A continuous rap-tap-tap sound. I sighed and shouted out my usual response to the doorbell...or anyone knocking on my door for that matter. . . .

"If you're not from Gondor, you can't come in!" There was then the sound of scurrying about and mumbling. Stinkin' door-to-door salesmen.

"Now, where was I?" I turned back to Trinh who was nearly asleep, obviously not very concerned for her well-being.

"You were about to give me fifty bucks." She smiled.

"Nice try, you-" There was another knock on the door, slightly hesitant. "Great . . . just great. Saved by the . . . knock, it would appear."

She glared at me and I returned the glare tenfold. I walked to the door and opened to see nine figures clustered together under my overhang, and on my doorstep. Due to the darkness, I couldn't quite make out the other figures aside from the one man standing before me. The one man who happened to be. . . . I suddenly felt very, very ill.

"Who's at the door?" My friend asked from behind me, as she is a great deal shorter than me so she can't see who is in front of me.

I start nearly hyperventilating . . . but remembering specifically NOT to be a Mary-Sue . . . I manage to keep my calm. "Trinh, you won't believe this . . . but Boromir's at the door."

She laughed, and in a sarcastic voice asked, "Is Gimli there too?"

"Aye, I am. What of it?" came a reply from behind the gorgeous Gondorian, who looked highly uncomfortable in his current situation. The rest seemed quite timid behind Boromir, with the exception of Aragorn, who stood proudly as ever . . . at least, I think it was Aragorn. Like I said, it was too dark to tell.

Trinh, no doubt recognizing the familiar accented voice, sprang into action . . . nearly knocking me over as she whizzed past me. Unfortunately, I didn't trip and fall right into Boromir's arms . . . damn my luck.

"Good evening, milady," Gandalf---YES GANDALF--- said. "I am Gandalf the Grey, and these are my fellow companions: Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Peregrin Took, and Meriadoc Brandybuck of the Shire; Aragorn, son of Arathorn; Boromir, son of Denethor II; Legolas, son of Thranduil; and Gimli, son of Gloin. My friends and I have apparently taken a wrong turn. And as you can see, it's very dark and well . . . wet outside. May we beseech you to lend us a refuge for the night?"

"May we take shelter here, milady?" Legolas questioned quietly, though confidently.

Boromir raised his eyebrow, wondering if I would say yes.

How could I say no to that? Besides, I couldn't just turn away the Fellowship. Especially when the weather is as bad as it is. At the moment, lightening and rain is pretty bad . . . especially for a group of already weather worn men, hobbits, and an Elf . . . oh, and a dwarf . . . and the wizard. POINT IS, the weather is bad, and I love the Fellowship and-

"Please do . . ." I said, scooting out of the way to allow the Fellowship access to my small one story, three bedroom, and two bath house. "I am . . . Lady Hayley of . . . Naboo, daughter of . . . Qui-Gon. And this is my friend, Lady Trinh . . . of . . . erm . . . Skywalker, daughter of . . . Han? Yes, Han."

"Hmm," Gandalf pondered. "I have not heard of either of those men nor those places."

"We like to keep to outselves," I said.

"Ah," Gandalf said, pretending to know, and he came inside the house, followed by the other eight members of the Fellowship.

Trinh's POV:

Is this all a dream? Is that really the Fellowship? It must be a dream. Wow . . . Gimli looks hotter than I'd thought. AND NICE AXE! OMG Legolas's hair glows in the dark! And Aragorn is shorter than I imagined . . . and----

I kicked Hayley. "Stop drooling!" I whisper.

I saw Boromir lean over to whisper in Aragorn's ear and cast a suspicious look at me and Hayley. I leaned closer, but not too obviously, to hear what they were saying. I could only faintly hear though.

". . . Suspicious . . ." Boromir whispers. ". . . Trust not these . . . crazy? . . . The tall one's drooling."

". . . Tall one . . . cute . . . hehe . . ." Aragorn winked at Hayley, but of course, she was still staring at Boromir.

Boromir rolled his eyes. ". . . Still crazy . . . Frodo led us here . . . perhaps a trap . . . the Ring . . . he does seem . . ."

This time Aragorn rolled his eyes. "Dammit, Boromir . . . can't you trust . . . I told you . . . once I'm King---"

"Wtf! . . . wanna be king . . . my right."

"We went over this!" Aragorn half-shouted, and turned to Gandalf. "They said we could stay, right?"

"YES!" I said immediately, still looking at Gimli's axe. No pun intended. I was really looking at his axe. So shiny and sharp . . . and firm.

Hayley's POV:

The look in Trinh's eyes suggested that she was no doubt thinking of Gimli . . .big surprise there. Not that I was paying too much, or any in fact, attention to her. I mean, would you if the Fellowship just happened to drop by your house? Yeah, I didn't think so. As the Fellowship entered, single filed, I received some suspicious, amused, and flirtatious looks from certain members. If only the flirtatious one had come from Boromir, instead of the would-be-King of Gondor.

"Ok, so . . . I should probably show you my crib . . . or keep . . . or whatever you want to call it." I said, gaining some confused looks. I had to admit, I felt bad for them . . . but only a little. I mean, hey! Now I get to hang with them . . . so that's a bit selfish of me, hey . . . at least I'm no Mary-Sue.

I heard a low rumbling come from behind me and turned around to see everyone seemingly looking around, but I noticed Boromir's face turn a darker shade of red. I nearly laughed...I had forgotten that these were grown men, and hobbits...and, ok, well, you get the picture and I'm sure you know the rest. And they must be starving...especially since they had time-traveled or mysteriously transported to the 21st century. Point is, I had a hungry Fellowship on my hands.

"Hey guys, hungry?" I asked, leading them into the kitchen as they stared in wonder at all the different machines I had lying around my house. Sometimes, those guys can be real cuties...and Boromir can be one anytime he likes. Ok, sorry...I lost my train of thought...Boromir...mmmm.

"Milady, what is this contraption?" Queried the blonde-headed Elf whom was currently occupied looking over a small cellphone.

"Oh, Legolas...don't touch that-!" But I was too late. The ringer went off and before I could do anything to stop them, the Fellowship all had their weapons out and one of Legolas' arrows was lodged inside my brand new fire red Nokia cellphone.

Trinh burst into a fit of laughter and started trying to say something but all that came out was, "Phone...hahahaha...you guys...hahaha...Legolas, you so funny! Hehehehe, boy...you guys are really...high alert, eh?"

I grinded my teeth together. "Shut up, Trinh. Just...dina!" I yelled at her, slipping into Elvish, as I usually do when I'm ticked at her. It allows me to curse without actually cursing, I guess. Anyway, Legolas seemed quite taken with me after that, much to my own chagrin.

"Milady! I knew not that you were educated in the Elven language. It's a pleasure to make your aquaintance." He bowed formerly and I felt my cheeks heat up. Damn, the Elf I swore never to like was making me blush like a little school-girl. Curse him and his Elvish ways.

Trinh's POV:

Man that Legolas. Such a charmer. If only he were two feet shorter and much more hairier, I would totally love him as much as I love Gimli. But I will never love anyone more than I love Gimli. I adore his delicious axe. No one else has a bigger axe than his! But Legolas does have a sharp arrow and a firm and steady bow, not to mention his long Loreal hair.

"'Cause you're worth it." I accidentally say outloud.

"Lay off the TV commercials," Hayley says, knowing exactly what I'm talking about. This wasn't the first time I've talked about Legolas being in a Loreal commerical. I think it's so hot.

Oh crap. Legolas is leading away from the Path of Gimli, son of Gloin! NO!

I turn to Hayley, "We're gonna have the best time of our life!"

She looked at me as if I had just said the stupidest thing ever. "Of course we are! This is gonna be freakin' AWESOME!"