Shout- outs:

Monkeepeanut- Thanks. Hope it's interesting for you.

DragonBlade1000- Here is the next chapter. Yay, Frodomance!

Oh, by the way, my story is going to switch between each girl's POV. This way I can get every one of their thoughts in.

DISCLAIMER: No, for the fourth time, I do not own Lord of the Rings or the characters in it.

On with this very odd weekend!

Niki's POV

"Nik, wake up! We have so much to do today!" Zoey was shaking me so hard I might actually fall off my bed.

"Gimme five more minutes." I grumbled, holding up five fingers while snuggling deeper into my sheets.

"Wouldn't want to embarrass yourself in front of Frodo now, would you?" Gah, Zoey. So embarrassing.

"Liar." I muttered, letting my eyes droop slowly.

"Good morning, Niki. We would be very late if you do not wake up now." Frodo's voice made me bolt right up, as quiet as it was.

"Omigosh, Frodo! Wow, good morning! Whaddaya want? GAH! MY HAIR!" I yelled, and ran out of the room. I could hear Zoey laughing her head off and Frodo chuckling. I entered the bathroom and brushed my teeth. "God, this is embarrassing", I thought, brushing out my hair. "Frodo just HAD to see me with a bed head." I sighed and went to the kitchen for breakfast.

After breakfast, we went to The Bay and picked out clothes for the Fellowship. They didn't have much preference, since none of them had ever worn a T-shirt or jeans before, so we finished in 20 minutes. On the way back, it was decided that Frodo, Sam, Gimli and I can go in Zoey's car and Merry, Pippin, Boromir, Aragorn and Legolas can stuff themselves into Claire's van. As sensible my dear friend Zoey is, she can be a monster when it comes to driving. In other words, our ride home was super- bumpy. So bumpy that at one point, Zoey braked so hard she almost sent Gimli flying from his seat. Thank God he was wearing a seatbelt. I frantically searched for something to hold on to, and found something really soft and warm. I didn't know what it was, but I held on to it anyways because it felt comforting. "Zoey, I know it's a highway, but you don't have to treat it like it's a Formula 1 track! Will you please go a little slow on that friggin' brake?" I freaked.

"Jeez, Niki, some of us just aren't fast learners, okay? So give me some time and just FREAKIN' CHILL!" she yelled right back, swerving to avoid a car.

"THE ROAD, THE ROAD, DAMMIT! EYES ON THE STUPID FRIGGIN' ROAD!"

"I GET IT, SHUT THE HELL UP!"

When I calmed down a little, I realised something SUPER embarrassing. That soft, warm, comforting little thingamabob I was holding was actually Frodo's hand! And he was holding my hand back! I stared at him, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. Wow, that's weird. I've never, EVER blushed in my life. Awkwaard! He must have realised that we were holding my hands too, because he was blushing and staring right back at me. After a full minute of blushing and staring, I pulled my hand away and looked out the window, playing with my hair nervously. Then suddenly, Frodo took my hand and held it tightly again. I gave him a weird look. "Ummm, whatcha doin'?", I asked him, putting on my best Isabella voice.

"Your friend's obviously not very experienced in controlling this..." He stopped in thought.

"Car?"

" Yes. Car." He smiled. "I need something to comfort me through the rest of the journey. If you mind, I will not hold your hand."

"Ummm, no, it's fine. Go ahead. I don't mind at all." Saying this, I intertwined my fingers in his.

"Thank you very much." And so for the rest of the ride, we sat there silently holding hands, listening to Gimli interrogating Zoey about the "new- fangled devices in this unknown realm".

After we reached home, us girls tossed all the shopping bags in the respective bedrooms and plopped down onto the couch. Merry and Pippin plopped down with us. Zoey grinned at them. "Good. You guys seem to be getting the hang of it!" Merry and Pippin smiled back. After a few minutes of chitchat and answering questions, Ms. Icebreaker, AKA Claire, spoke up. "Anyone wanna play volleyball or something in the courtyard? I brought a ball and a net!"

"What's volleyball?" Pippin asked with his cute Scottish accent.

"We'll show you. So, who wants to play? Raise your hands if you do." Merry, Pippin, and Sam (of all people!) raised their hands.

"... four, five, and Zoey's ref." I concluded. "We needed one more." My eyes fell on Frodo. I thought I'd ask him, because the poor guy seriously looked like he needed a timeout, what with Zoey's disaster of a drive, the shopping (come on, shopping makes everyone tired!), and the Ring. "Frodo, buddy, wanna play volleyball with us?" Frodo shook his head. "No thank you, Niki, I'm not a sportsman."

"Come on! It'll be fun! And it will take your mind off that stupid ring!"

"Come on, Mr. Frodo, there's no harm in playing a simple game!" Thank you Sam!

"I suppose I could give it a try."

"Yeah! That's ma buddy- ol'- pal! And the rest of you who think you're too friggin' manly to play can come and chill in the courtyard."

And off we went to play.

Sorry guys! Volleyball game still pushed another chapter! For all you suspense- cravers out there, I guess that's good for you! In my opinion, the volleyball game is a pivotal moment in the plot, as far the romance part of it goes. So I want it to be as perfect as possible. Again, really sorry!