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Chapter Four: Return of the Fangirl

"Hey, you guys?" I asked, and everyone turned to look at me. "Did you notice Gandalf was gone?"

"Oh, dear Mithrandir (spelling?) should be fine on his own." Legolas assured me.

"I know he should be fine on his own in Middle Earth, but not in Las Vegas!" I exclaimed.

Everyone in the Fellowship frowned at me and Gimli asked, "Could you possibly find some ale in this Las Vegas of yours?"

"No, Gimli! That's not the point!" I said, raking my hand through my hair.

He huffed, crossing his hands across his chest. I pulled out my cell phone and called 911. I waited, listening to the soft buzz of the phone to connect to the other line.

"Who are you calling?" Elena asked.

"I'm calling the police, they've probably gotten reports of an old man walking around with cosplay." I said, shushing everyone when the phone was answered.

"This is 911, what your emergency?" Said a lady on the other line.

"Uh, yeah. My grandfather is walking around Las Vegas in a Gandalf the White costume, and he's kind of got… Alzheimer's. So, I was wondering if you've had a report of him." I lied the best I could.

"Was your grandfather in your care?" She asked.

"Yes, he was. We were all going to comic con and all my cousins were there, dressed up as the Fellowship." I said, wincing at my own lying.

"Okay, ma'am. Tell us your name and address, along with your grandfather's name and appearance." She told me.

I told her my name and address, and tried to describe Gandalf. "His name is Tom, but he won't remember. He's going to tell you him name is Gandalf. He thinks he lives in Middle Earth. He is dressed up as a wizard with a long white staff. If you see him, just bring him back to my place. I hope we don't miss comic con." I said.

"Of course, ma'am. Thank you for filing a report and we'll try to find him as soon as possible." She replied.

The line went dead and I stuffed the phone back into my purse.

"Gandalf isn't your grandfather," Aragorn told me.

"I know, idiot! I was lying," I said.

Elena opened her mouth to say something, but I put a hand up to stop her when I noticed the hobbits had run off. I put my head down on the table and heaved a sigh. This was getting quite annoying. Then, I heard a scream coming from one of the restrooms… a lady's scream.

"I hear someone screaming for help! I must help them," Aragorn said, pulling out his sword. A lot of people gasped when he did, and some was quick to duck under tables.

"Sit down, hot shot. The only rescuing you're going to be doing is that Big Mac in front of you." I said, getting up.

I walked into the lady's restroom just as a women shoved passed me and sure enough, found four troublesome hobbits sitting on the counters, smoking pipes and playing with the liquid soap.

"Merry, can you eat it?" Pippin asked his companion, sniffing the soap in the palm of his hand.

"I don't know, but it sure does smell nice!" Was the reply.

They all turned their heads to meet my scowling face. I stood with my hand on my hip and a disproving glare.

"Hello, miss! Um, we were just- Merry did it!" Pippin exclaimed and wiped the soap onto Merry's cloak. He pocketed his pipe and dashed out the door, followed by Frodo and Sam. Merry was left to take the punishment.

"Here, I'll help you clean up, you rascal." I said, starting to wipe up the suds and water with a paper towel.

"Thanks, miss." He said, blushing and crawling off the counter.

"No need to be formal, you're a hobbit, goodness! My name's Rehanna, and I'm sure you've been acquainted with Elena and Ellie." I said.

"Yes, Elena is a nice girl," He said, smiling. His face turned 80 shades of red and pink before I said something.

"She remind me off a hobbit. She's much shorter than me, with a cheery smile and positive attitude." I said.

He nodded, and followed me out, and we all left to go back to my house. We lounged a while, waiting for the police to call us back with information on my 'grandfather'. I really wanted to go change and freshen up a bit but I really didn't want anyone to walk in on me. I did decide to go put on perfume, since I was sure as heck I stunk to someone. Elena was playing a board game with the hobbits, after carefully instructing them how to play. Ellie was sitting on the couch with Aragorn next to her, and Gimli was on the chair. Legolas was observing the hobbit's game of Life, and I sat close by, listening in to conversations.

I started to get bored, so I walked out of the room and into the sitting room where I turned on the TV to find the local news on. The reporter announced,

"Crazy man dressed as a wizard, claims he is Gandalf the White in Las Vegas! What has he been smoking? More fires in the…"

I frowned. So they did find Gandalf. I wonder what he's doing. I heard light footsteps on the carpet, and someone sat down next to me. I was sitting Indian style, and them the same. I turned to see who had joined me. It was Legolas. Ugh, stupid fangirl me! He smiled and I smiled back, quickly turning to the TV.

"They found Gandalf, but he wouldn't go with him. I think he does know what he's doing." I said.

"Gandalf left a note. I saw it this morning. It was addressed to you, so I didn't read it. Here," He said, handing me a little note that said my name on it.

"Thanks," I said and read to myself. The note told me he was going out, and thanked me for my hospitality. I frowned.

"You're welcome. I told you the old wizard knew what he was doing." Legolas said.

"I know. Sorry for not listening." I blushed.

"Why do you always blush?" He asked.

"I don't know, don't you blush?" I asked, tensing up and getting embarrassed.

"Yes," He replied.

"I've never seen you blush." I said, an amused expression running across my face.

"I guess I don't blush very often then." He said.

I smiled. I was looking at him now, and he looked very nice. No wonder, he should take pride in how he looks! He's such a lady's man! Or, elf I suppose. He went on to say something about how he used to know a maiden who used to blush every single time she said something. I studied his face, it looked a lot like the Legolas in the movie, only his ears are longer and pointier and he's way taller than I thought he was. I found myself looking at his lips, the way they moved when he spoke. Blast my fangirl, but I went right in and kissed him full on the lips.

I smiled through the kiss because the way his eyes shot open with surprise. But, also to my surprise he kissed me back. I guess he's just like any other guy… elf. I wrapped my arms around him and tangled my hands in his hair. So his hair is as soft as it looks. I pulled away for breath, and untangled my hands from his hair and stuffed my hands in my lap. He was blushing all different shades of red, and I felt my cheeks get hot. You could call me crazy, but it felt so good. Any fangirl would drool over him any day!

"You blushed," I announced.

"I- I guess I did." He said, surprised.

I smiled and got up, walking into the living room. The hobbit's game of life was almost over, and I was sure Gandalf would return in a while. Legolas joined us soon after I had sat down. I stared down at the board game, still feeling a blush at the tips of my ears. After a while, Gandalf returned with Shadowfax. He explained to us that was the reason he left, and he also instructed us that we needed to leave again.

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