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Eek! School is starting TOMORROW! Gah. So heads up, my good readers - updating and posting new chapters will be much slower now. So there will be times when I cannot write at all, due to homework, tests, projects, blah blah blah. So...yeah. But never fear! I will always try to squeeze a bit of writing time in. Because I'm just that devoted to writing. Huh. Oh well.
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~littledragoneyes
Chapter 3:
Saruman led us straight to another department. There were various shops, and I saw a few people from LoTR there. Elrohir and Elladan were busy in the video games store, playing the games and hollering, "YEAH!" every eight seconds or so.
Aragorn was busy stealing peanut butter.
Haldir was at the candy shop. Stealing. Hey, I thought Galadriel and Rosie and Eowyn were watching out for him...oh bother.
Gollum/Smeagol was oohing-and-ahhing at the jewelry store. I swore I saw a diamond necklace in his pockets.
Of course, Merry and Pippin had broken into the sports store and stolen a football, and was now throwing it back and forth.
And...there were nine little warg puppies barking at each other, tripping those poor Mortals, who didn't know who had just tripped them. The puppies were running around everywhere, yapping and yipping away.
"Sweet Eru!" Arwen yelped, and rushed to drag her husband away from the peanut butter.
"Arwen dear!" He gasped as she grabbed his arm and towed him away. "The peanut butter! Think of the children!"
"We don't have children yet!" She growled. "And we won't if you keep it up!"
I scanned the mall. Oh...lord.
Was coming to the mall a bad idea? Oh, certainly.
I rushed over to jewelry store to take Gollum/Smeagol away. It was a good thing Mortals couldn't see any of the LoTR characters or else. "Smeagol!" I snapped. "Put those earrings down!"
The little frail person looked up at me with big glassy eyes, saying, "Would you like them?"
And then the little frail person turned into Gollum. Had I not watched the movies, I would've thought it to be creepy. "Gollum! Gollum!" He coughed.
"Gollum, Gollum," I mocked him, taking him by the arm. "Gollum, my butt! Don't steal things, will you?" I plopped him down on a bench. "Sit! And stay!" I told him, and he stuck his tongue out at me.
I rolled my eyes and went for Haldir.
"Oi, what are you - ?" I didn't need to ask. He already had six bags full of jelly beans, Snicker bars, Skittles, lollipops, M&Ms, Hershey Kisses, and much more.
"Haldir!" I said, exasperated. I tore his bag away from his hands, almost half full. "We do not need any more Jolly Ranchers!" I shook the bag in front of his face.
He looked at me. "Jolly Ranchers - make happy farmers."
I snorted. "You are not a farmer - you are an elf! Kids eat candy - elves don't!"
"Who says?" He challenged me.
I didn't answer him. "You'll grow fat! You'll get cavities!"
"Elves don't grow fat! And we do not get cavities!" He said pompously. "We are slender, beautiful and graceful creatures of Middle-Earth! You can't possibly grow fat - "
"Sure you can." I said, tossing the bag of jelly beans away into the trash while he was ranting on and on. "Now help me - holy shit."
We had only walked out of the candy store when I saw Merry and Pippin's football soar high into the air and get stuck on a high beam on the glass roof. "Merry!" I heard Pippin say loudly. "You got it stuck up there!"
"No worries, let's just get another one!"
"But we'll get in trouble...with Arwen."
"Oh."
Then Gandalf, thankfully, strode into the scene. He took one look at the football up on the roof, to the two hobbits. "Fool of a Took!" He snapped, looking at Pippin.
Pippin said, "Well actually it's a Fool of a Brandybuck." He pointed to Merry.
Gandalf snorted. "It's breaking the tradition. I like Fool of a Took better too. Fool of a Brandybuck is too much of a mouthful."
"But - "
"Whatever!" The wizard snatched them up by the arm, walking away briskly, only to be tripped by a warg puppy, who pulled a string that was tied to a pole and tripped Gandalf. Merry and Pippin leapt up and ran.
"Skittles!" Gandalf snapped. "Don't trip people!"
The warg puppy wagged his tail and barked, before turning tail and running after Merry and Pippin.
I turned to Haldir. "Here, stay with Gollum - " I brought him to the bench.
"Where's Gollum?" He asked, pointing to the empty bench.
"What?" I looked to see that Gollum was gone. "Oh, bloody hell!" I said irritatingly.
Haldir, though, wasn't listening to my grumbling. "What's Elrond doing over there?"
I turned around, dreading what to see, but was relieved. "Nothing, he's playing at the arcade with Elladan and Elrohir, but - "
"I wanna play too." Haldir's eyes lit up. "Ooh, he just won!"
I pinched the bridge of my nose. The Lord of Rivendell looked delighted to see the big "YOU WON!" words written all over the screen. Then he let his sons play for a bit, while walking over to us.
"Haldir, Dra, have you been to the arcade - it's absolutely fantastic - "
"I'm coming." was the Marchwarden's first words, and I lost my grip on him as he sped away.
"Good grief." I muttered. "I need someone sane, not a candy/peanut butter/games/football/jewelry/clothes fanatic."
I looked around. Everybody was very off-task. Well, Arwen was still dragging Aragorn away - well, make that Aragorn sort of dragging Arwen to the peanut butter shop. Galadriel and Rosie were still shopping...with about eighty bags in their hands. I sighed as warg puppies circled me and leapt on me, licking my face. "Oh!" I grimaced as I staggered backwards, nearly falling from the heaviness and sheer strength of the mall. "Geez, get off..."
Then that's when it clicked.
I looked down at the warg puppy, whichever one of the candies they were. "Hey..."
We arrived home. With everybody.
I fell face down on the couch, my face in the pillow. I never felt so exhausted in my whole life. I really...do not favor having forty-two people in my house. And to deal with nine puppies at the same time.
"What time is it?" I heard both Pippin and Merry pipe up.
"Oh...eleven thirty." I heard Legolas say unenthusiastically.
"Eleven thirty?" Merry yelped. "Pippin!"
Then they both shrieked, "We missed second breakfast! And Elevensees!"
There was a loud clatter as the two hobbits raced to the kitchen, yanking out half of the things in the refrigerator. I heard Pippin ranting off a list to a waiting Shelob. "Apple pie, chocolate chip cookies, pizza, apple cider, lemonade, lasagna, mac and cheese...oh, and throw in some Longbottom leaf too!"
I let out a groan.
I felt the sofa near me sink down as somebody sat besides me. Somebody patted me on the head. "Aw, look it - Dra's tired - looks like Arwen's fun plans are OVER!" Haldir said happily.
"But I liked the arcade." Elrond said sadly. "I won a lot."
"Oh, no, our day isn't over." Arwen said. "But...we'll take a break. For now. Dra needs it."
"Thank you." I mumbled through the pillow.
"Speaking of Dra," Aragorn said, his voice floating from somewhere. "We should all thank her for getting us out of the mall."
"You're welcome." I mumbled again.
"I still say it was brilliant." Haldir mused.
"Oh yes. Tying a rope to each warg puppy, then tying them to each of us, and then quickly buying a fishing rod and dog bone and attaching the dog bone to the fishing rod, and then luring those puppies out of the mall, dragging us half-way across the mall and parking lot and then locking us into the car - my face still feels bruised." Elladan said. "It must be a first."
"But I'm claustrophobic." Elrohir whined. "It's not fair to be squished on the bottom of a car when there's nine tons of both Gimli and Eomer sitting on your face. And Boromir's no help at all either."
Gimli was the first to react. "I do not weigh nine tons!" He yelled.
"Gee, Gimli, I think Elrohir said that both you and Eomer weighed nine tons." I heard Glorfindel say lightly.
Gimli sputtered. "Then-then-then- I do not weigh four and a half tons either!"
"I have to agree." Eomer said, though not as angrily. I rolled over on my other side, watching them fight.
"Figuratively or literally?" Boromir asked Elrohir wearily. Faramir and Eowyn sat besides him, looking quite amused, and also Arwen and Aragorn was there. The rest...I guess, were somewhere else in the house.
"Figuratively. Duh."
"Oh." Gimli looked a little surprised. He sat down on the ground. "Well...then..."
It was just as he said it that the doorbell rang. Arwen and Aragorn looked at each other. "You invited people?" Aragorn guessed.
"Um..." Arwen said awkwardly. "Well...not a lot."
Eowyn snorted. "Your definition of not a lot: A hundred people."
Arwen rolled her eyes and went for the door. "You think that I would be so insensible and invite another hundred people? I think not."
She opened the door and literally squealed. Resembling a pig.
Nine warg puppies started barking like mad upstairs, bounding and prancing down the stairs, tripping over each other and tumbling into a drooling, furry mess. Then they all leapt at the new person.
There was a muffled yelp as the puppies dove at the guest. "Arwen!" It sounded like a male person. "A little help!"
Aragorn sighed. "I will go help." He got up and went to the front door. Except it was just a second after that he tripped over a warg puppy and landed flat on his face with an "Oomph!"
"Something happened." Faramir said mildly.
"I'll go see who it is." Eowyn said, and left the room, only to squeal like Arwen did. "It's Sauron!"
I did a double take. "Sauron? As in the guy who wanted to take over Middle-Earth?" I squeaked.
Haldir stood up happily, as if the sun had just come out. "Sauron, my friend!" He hollered and rushed to the door. "I have not seen you in many years!"
I was astonished. "Why is Sauron a friend?" I asked Elladan, Elrohir, Faramir, and Boromir, who didn't looked alarmed to have the Dark Lord of Middle-Earth in my house.
"He's always been a friend." Faramir said easily.
"But I thought he was evil!"
They all looked at me strangely. "What are you talking about?" Elladan asked. "Sauron's…not evil."
"But Tolkien – "
"Ah, Tolkien said so." Elrohir said. "And the New Line Cinema has also portrayed him as evil. Which is despicably not very kind to Sauron."
Seeing the puzzled expression on my face, Faramir explained, "Sauron is not evil. He never was. A little annoying and talkative at times, yes, but not evil."
"Then what was that entire…war…about?"
"War?" Gimli chuckled. "Sweet Eru, Tolkien made that up. He found us Middle-Earth people fascinating and decided to make a whole story out of us. We were all peaceful friends."
I sat back, dumbstruck. It was crazy. It was insane. It was creepy. It was…beyond extreme. I woke up today to find most of the LoTR characters in my house. Then I celebrated my birthday with them. Then I shopped with them in the mall. And now they just told me that there was no war and everybody was just peaceful friends.
What's next? I don't want to know.
A tall man stepped into the room. He had glossy, black hair combed neatly and pulled back into a ponytail, and cool steel gray eyes. Normally the eyes would've creeped me out, only if they were cold and piercing instead of a warm, cheerful sort of eyes.
"Hello, everyone! I heard my name." Sauron said. "I haven't seen you all in a while."
I stared at him. He wasn't an eye, that's for sure. No need to call the fire department, then.
He looked at me. "Is this Dra? Is this our birthday girl?" He came towards me. I kept staring at him, not knowing what to do. "I have your birthday present!"
He gave me a package, wrapped in wrapping paper with pink and baby blue ribbons. Huh. So much for an evil guy who was an eleven-foot tall flaming eye.
I stared down at the package. I really hope it isn't a bomb. I unwrapped it just to be polite. And I found…coffee beans.
I looked up at him and gave him a smile. "Thanks." I said.
But I don't drink coffee…yet…eh, I'll give it to Arwen.
"You like it?" Sauron looked delighted. "I just absolutely love coffee and chocolate! They taste splendid, nothing like that horrible tea from Middle-Earth…" he raced to the kitchen. "Shelob, you know where the coffee maker is?"
I looked at everybody else. "That was kinda weird." I said, and then went to the kitchen to see what more things could I find out about these people.
Sauron was ranting off what he thought was great about me to Bilbo, Thranduil, Theoden, Wormtongue, Gandalf, Saruman, and Merry and Pippin. They were all eating lunch, of Shelob's beloved pies and delicious lasagna. I chose a warm apple pie that was sitting next to a few other plates that other people could get, and once I selected the plate, Shelob noticed.
Really an excellent cook, because she has about a hundred eyes and eight legs and she could work on multiple things at the same time. And one of her legs wrapped itself around a whipped cream container and she drizzled the whipped cream on my apple pie. Don't ask me how her leg could've wound itself around a container like that. Some things in this world just don't make sense. The rest were off somewhere in the house. As always. Though everybody in the kitchen was rather bored and not really listening.
" - and since she was three years old I have never seen Dra until now!" He said very enthusiastically.
I asked, "You saw me when I was three years old? Did my parents know?"
"Heavens no, child." Theoden said, glad to have someone else talk rather than a very talkative Sauron rapidly saying what he wanted to say. "Remember? You're probably are the first person on Earth to have met us. In person."
Saruman set down his fork from eating. "You haven't even met everybody yet." He told me. "You've still got Denethor, Fluffykins and Ducky, Harry, Katie, Johnny, Lurtz the Uruk-hai, and good heavens, you haven't even met the horses!"
I blinked, still chewing on the apple pie hungrily. "The horses?"
Wormtongue explained, "Meaning Shadowfax, Arod, Brego, Hasufel...you know. The horses."
"And Smaug." Bilbo said proudly. "Remember Smaug from my journey with the dwarves? Yes, Smaug is still around."
Gandalf said, "And Gwaihir, lord of the eagles. He also is still here."
"So you still got a long way to go." Thranduil said cheerfully. "Unless you start now and for the rest of the week and maybe the next you could spend some time visiting the rest of the people from Middle-Earth."
Saruman sighed dreamily. "Dr. Seuss was right...oh, the places you'll go..."
Gandalf snorted.
"Don't forget Jasper. Or the rest of the Witch-King crew." Theoden added.
I frowned. "Who's Jasper? And the Witch-King crew?"
"Jasper is my ambassador and lieutenant. Or used to." Sauron said. "He's also known as the Mouth of Sauron."
I wrinkled my nose at the ghastly face and expression from the movie. "The guy who needs to go see the dentist? Why is his name Jasper?"
"Oh, he picked it. You can't really go around saying 'My name is the Mouth of Sauron, what's yours?', can he?" Thranduil put in. "So he became Jasper."
"And now Jasper is a dentist." Bilbo said happily. "No more smelly breath."
"After the discovery that you need to clean your teeth and mouth," Wormtongue said, "He quickly changed his lifestyle. Became a dentist and fixed up his mouth. He's not that bad. He adapts very quickly. Has all the latest brands, technology, cars...yeah. He has everything."
I nodded, understanding. "And the Witch-king crew?"
"Joey, Timmy, Jeff, Terry, Greg, Charlie, Bob, Brendan, and Brian." Saruman counted off their fingers. "They're a wimpy bunch, really. Nothing like what Tolkien wanted them to be. In Middle-Earth they were more of the nerdy crew. Not Witch-King."
Merry and Pippin, who were both shoveling food in their mouths like there was no tomorrow, had not participated in the discussion at all until now. They were too busy eating.
Leaning back in the chairs, their bellies strangely looking slightly bloated and their clothes a bit tight around the middle, patted their stomachs contently. Each let out a satisfied burp.
"Fantastic," Pippin commented to Shelob, who looked delighted.
"Yes, and I'd like a chocolate cake, swiss fondue, strawberry milkshake, and if you can make it, a nice big roasted chicken for supper. And then - " Merry was cut off by Gandalf.
"I think you had enough by now." The wizard told them.
The two hobbits pulled a long face. I hid a grin. They looked cute like that.
"But we're hungry!" They both pouted. "That was just our second breakfast and Elevensees combined. And we didn't even say what we wanted for lunch!"
"That's a big enough meal for lunch!" Saruman snorted.
"Nope." Pippin said. "And after lunch we need our afternoon tea,"
"And," Merry continued, "We need our supper."
"Oh, and we got a bad habit of midnight snacking." Pippin said after some afterthought.
Wormtongue raised his eyebrows. "Midnight snacking." He repeated after them, as if he thought they weren't going to grow any taller but sideways. "Good grief." He muttered.
"Yeah." Merry said cheerfully, who obviously didn't hear the "Good grief" part, because then he would've just agreed to Wormtongue. "Shelob whips us up some spectacular stuff."
There was a happy sort of squeal from Shelob behind the two hobbits. I saw her eyes glint in delight at the praise of her food.
"Whatever." Bilbo waved his hand to end the conversation. "Enough of food. I am a hobbit and even I don't eat that much."
"Excellent." Thranduil looked quite pleased. "Finally. No more food talk." Then he turned to Sauron, who was busy talking quietly to Theoden, and joined in to their conversation.
I listened to everyone's conversations, politely, but I grew bored quickly so I slipped away upstairs, to my room. As I passed various rooms, I thought I heard fast typing. Very fast typing, almost as if the words were going on a word document at eighty words per second. It was incredibly fast.
Curious, I went towards the closed door that had the typing sounds coming from it, and gently turned the doorknob. I hesitated a couple times, knowing that maybe it would be better if I knocked, but it was my house, wasn't it? I could peek in and out, and I'm sure no one would be very angry.
Then I opened a door.
Another giant spider. It was like Shelob, except it was...bigger. And more hairy...
"Harry?" I wondered aloud. No wonder why his name was "Harry", he was "hairy" himself.
The giant spider who was typing rapidly away at about four computers, all of them were Apple Mac computers and it was a little strange to see it. He looked up at me with beady yet bright black eyes. He cocked his head at me.
"Uh, never mind. It was just...I heard lots of typing and I wanted to see you." I stumbled over words, still staring at him sitting on the very-compressed bed and still rapidly typing even as he used a few of his eyes to look up at me and a few of his eyes to look at the screens. "Bye."
When I closed the door, I heard a whine from Harry that sounded a bit like, "Bye-bye!"
I was about to enter my room when I heard an angry shout downstairs. "GET OFF THE COUCH!"
I sighed and blew some of the brown strands of hair that had fallen into my vision out of my sight. "Sheesh." I muttered and I turned around to see what was going on downstairs. "No need to scream, Gimli. There are plenty of couches. Why bother with that specific one? My parents and I am not exactly the poorest people in the world. Heck, my mom's a lawyer and my dad's a doctor! And I'm...I write for the newspaper..."
"What happened?" I asked, peering into the family room. "Oh...never mind."
Nine warg puppies were...bouncing on the sofa, twirling and twisting in midair like they were on trampolines. They were all seeing if they could touch the ceiling with their paws. I winced. I hope their paws wouldn't be dirty, or else I would have to figure out how to clean the ceiling.
Good grief, what if I invited my parents over?
Gimli, Legolas, Elrond, Frodo, Sam and Rosie were trying to watch TV and eat their lunch but the warg puppies just...invaded the room and began attacking the sofa, by the looks of it.
They all looked thoroughly annoyed. Especially Gimli. He flapped his arms wildly that it was amusing to see, almost in a cartoon way, although he probably didn't intend it to be very cartoonish. Both Elrond and Legolas were snickering behind the dwarf's backs. I snorted. Must be an elf thing too.
But the two elves noticed me watching them with a peculiar expression. Elrond and Legolas both pointed to Gimli. "It's his fault." They both said together.
The dwarf turned to them, enraged. "What?" He sputtered, his face growing an interesting shade of red.
"You're the one who left the coffee on the table." Legolas told him, reprimanding.
"Yeah." Elrond said. "You know that warg puppies like to eat any leftovers that are left alone. And they like coffee too."
Gimli grunted. "Alright, then, it's my fault. Then how do you suppose you get those warg puppies from jumping twelve feet in the air and save the sofa?" He glared at the three hobbits and two elves who stood there awkwardly.
"Ummm."
"I don't know."
Gimli smacked his forehead.
I stepped into the family room, gazing up at the warg puppies with interest. "Do you know anyone who can control them?"
"No." They all said in unison.
"Anything that makes them calm down?"
"Nope."
"Any food that makes them less hyper?"
"Nope."
I was getting worried at this point. "Can we shoo them out into the backyard?"
Rosie thought for a minute. "That could work." She mused.
"Yeah, it's not that bad." I agreed.
So that's what we did. But attempting to move extra-hyper warg puppies into the backyard without them trampling your face, knocking over lamps, kicking you in the stomach, biting, nipping, barking loudly in your ears, making you trip, and even just getting them off the sofa was a quite big task.
"That is bad." I said, changing what I had said ten minutes ago.
Faramir, Eowyn and Eomer were bored and decided to come into the family room to see what the noise was all about.
"What in the name of Eru's socks are you doing?" Eowyn exclaimed.
Everyone turned to look at her. Even the warg puppies quieted down a bit.
"Eru's socks?" Eomer repeated.
"Yeah, Eru's socks." Eowyn said. "Y'know…he wears socks…yeah…so…what are you doing?" She changed the topic.
"Oh, uh," I began. "The warg puppies drank coffee and – "
"Oh, that's fine." Faramir stepped forward and helped me with a puppy who was trying to bite my fingers off. Yeah, stay off the Gollum-biting-Frodo's-finger drama, alright? "Happens a lot."
Then he opened a window and gently pushed the puppy out.
"Wait." Frodo said suddenly. "Lemme get this right. There was a window in here and nobody thought of using it?"
Awkward silence was issued immediately after his words were spoken.
"So we didn't have to try to walk all the way to the backdoor?" Sam complained. "Sheesh, you could've told me that earlier."
"It was simple." Faramir said innocently. "It's five feet away. You can walk."
So we all either tossed, threw, or shoved the warg puppies out the window. We didn't really care if we handled the puppies a little too roughly when we put them outside because the puppies just bounced right off the ground and kept bouncing all the way to two bigger wargs, Katie and Johnny, who were lounging in the sun.
"Oh yeah." Eomer said. "Arwen says that we're going to the restaurant like right now. Because she said she had a feeling that if we don't go sooner we'll miss the movies because something is definitely going to happen while we're eating."
Oh…boy.
"But I'm tired." Elrond pouted.
"Me two." Legolas confirmed.
"Me three." Gimli said.
"Me four." Rosie said.
"Me five." Sam said.
"Me six." Frodo said.
"Me don't freakin' care." Eowyn put in. "Arwen says we're leaving, so we might as well just go now."
"How many people are coming?" I asked, nervously. Please let it only be a few people…
"Let's see." Eowyn tossed back her long blonde hair and counted on her fingers. "Aragorn, Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, Legolas, Gimli, Gandalf, Elrond, Arwen, Elrohir, Elladan, Galadriel, Celeborn, Saruman, Wormtongue, me, Eomer, Boromir, Faramir, Theoden, Glorfindel, Bilbo, Thranduil, Rosie, Gollum/Smeagol, Haldir, and Sauron."
Oh…that's definitely not a few people.
"Okay." I said, trying not to sound meek. "But that's a lot of people."
Faramir shrugged. "Well, we tried to narrow it down with a bunch of games. Like the nose game, and then rock, paper scissors, shoot!, then toss-the-ball, and whoever caught it would be chosen, so we had to do a few rounds of that – "
"Which resulted in many injuries." Frodo said helpfully.
"So that game didn't count. So lastly we just decided to see who could call dibs on it first but everyone ended saying it all at the same time." Faramir continued.
"So yeah, since everyone want in on the birthday celebration we just allowed the people, not animals, to come."
Just then, we heard Arwen's singsong voice ringing throughout the house. "It's time to gooooo!" Arwen sang.
Everyone filed outside of the house. I glanced nervously at the houses around the quiet neighborhood, hoping no one was looking. Merry and Pippin were playing with the golden leaves on the ground and throwing it at Gollum/Smeagol.
"Nasty, tricksey hobbitses!" Gollum/Smeagol shrieked loudly. I winced.
Sam laughed as he strode by the bent, frail creature. Gollum/Smeagol stuck his tongue out at him and scowled at him. "Stupid, fat hobbit!" he told Sam.
Sam rolled his eyes as he got into the car.
Elladan and Elrohir were intent on making me sit in their Phantom Rolls Royce. "It's bloody brilliant, isn't it?" They crooned. Elladan patted the black car lovingly.
"Oh, yeah, it's nice…" I slid into the back seat of white leather seats. It even had a TV inside, and it was turned on to a video game. Inside were Glorfindel and Eowyn, and Merry and Pippin sitting on the clean floor of the car, because of their small size. They were playing video games on the TV, crowing, "Oh! Did you see me just diss that guy?"
Meanwhile, Elladan and Elrohir were busy fighting over who would get to drive the car.
"I wanna drive!"
"No, I wanna!"
"No, I get to!"
"You did it last time!"
"Did not, it was you! I wanna drive!"
"No, lemme do it!"
Eowyn sighed, and got out of the car. I couldn't see it because the view was blocked by the front seat and part of the car, but I could tell Eowyn was busy deciding who would get to drive. The front seat was opened, and Elrohir was shoved in the driving seat and Elladan in the passenger's seat.
Then Eowyn got back into her seat and smiled at us with charm and much perfection. "Now, are we all happy?"
There was a weak chorus of "Yes." Well, if you included the groan from Elladan. "I still wanna drive the car." He grumbled.
Eowyn cleared her throat.
"Oh, uh, I-I mean, Elrohir may drive the car for this lovely…um…kind of cloudy day!" Elladan stuttered, revising his statement quickly to avoid Eowyn's cold gaze.
Glorfindel sniggered.
We pulled out of the driveway, and onto wherever we were going.
"Which restaurant are we going to?" I asked.
"You haven't heard it before." Glorfindel said lightly. "In fact, probably most of everybody on Earth has never heard of it before."
I nodded. "So which one is it?"
The car was quiet, except for the noises coming from the video games and Merry and Pippin's constant cheering.
"Um, it's kind of hard to explain." Elrohir said. "You'll see when you get there."
"Okay, then." Sitting back, I enjoyed the comforts of a black Phantom Rolls Royce and laughed along to Merry and Pippin's comments on the video game.
Do ya like it? I hope so. This one took a particularly long time to write, mainly because of SCHOOL. Gah. School. Always a big annoying blob in my schedule. Oh well, I will cope.
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Yes, I won an award for being "Responsible" back in elementary school. Yes I did, don't ask why. My schools are very strange in many ways.
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