TADA! Chapter 8! Sorry if this chapter isn't as funny as before. I think my funniness is getting worn out...my funny inspiration is dying! Eek! That's also partly why I'm taking so long to post chapters...sad face.
Happy Halloween, everyone! I'm probably going as MYSELF for trick-or-treating. Yay! What are you guys gonna be for Halloween this year? Tell me! Plus, it's got to be Haldir's favorite holiday too. Can't wait til I'm 25 so I can see the look on his face when he goes trick-or-treating, although he's about 7000 years old or so. Or maybe see how the Mouth of Sauron comes around in his original costume from the movies and scares the heck out of all the little kids. LOL...though that wouldn't be very nice of the Mouth of Sauron.
No, actually, Haldir would be even meaner if he just took the bowl of candy from the candy-giver and ran away to eat it by himself. Or stole other kids' candy.
Gee, I love my muse...
Mm…this story is more or less in the Thanksgiving era. Should've been Halloween era, so then I could keep up with the holidays and it would be cooler that way. Oh well!
CANDY! My favorite candy is Reese's Pieces and caramels. What's yours? :D
Enjoy and review!
Chapter 8:
I awoke, blinking hard against bright sunlight. I yawned sleepily, rubbing my eyes, and then sat up groggily. I felt tired and sore at my feet. Was I walking yesterday? I forget...too tired to remember...
"I had the strangest dream." I mumbled, mostly to myself. "I met all the Lord of the Rings characters...and celebrated my birthday with them too…and Aragorn can't sing either…and I'm pretty sure that Eowyn gave me four pillow pets…"
I looked to the side, and sure enough, there were four pillow pets. "How…" I muttered, then shook my head. "I'm still dreaming."
I pinched my arm. "Ouch." The place where I pinched it before was pinkish. Proves that the pain was real, not a dream.
And just after I pinched myself, suddenly something burst my door open, and in came a hoard of puppies…wargs…and practically leapt on me. "Aaahh!" I yelped, not ready for the attack. Drooling tongues licked my face and I was drenched in puppy saliva. "Oh, gross…" I pushed a few puppies off my chest and wiped my face with my sleeve.
"I don't have puppies!" I said randomly, still talking to myself.
"Well, newsflash." I heard a voice at the doorway. I bit back a squeal of surprise and saw an amused Arwen. "You do have puppies. Nine warg puppies, to be specific. And get up quickly, sleepyhead."
I grinned and pushed back the covers, getting out of bed. "But why quickly?" I asked, as I pulled on my slippers and bathrobe, going into the bathroom. I checked inside – good. No Merry and Pippin inside to hog the shower. I closed the door behind me and turned on the shower.
"Don't you remember?" Arwen asked.
I tested the water, which was slightly too hot for me. I pulled the handle upwards, so that the water would be cooler, and then stepped into the shower.
"Remember what?"
"I don't blame you. You had quite a day yesterday. Your parents and brother are coming over today, to celebrate your birthday, in an hour or so."
I dropped the bar of soap that I was scrubbing myself with. "Say what?"
"Yeah, I know, right? Really uncalled for. They told you last week – I remember them calling you on the phone – and I guess you forgot." I picked up the bar of soap and resumed scrubbing myself.
I thought back a week ago, and then I remembered. Yeah, I think they did call me, saying they'd come over today…oh geez. "Are you…ready?" I asked Arwen. "Please don't freak them out or do anything that'll be suspicious."
"Oh, I can't make any promises for anyone else, but I can promise you I won't do anything to let us be known." Arwen said cheerfully.
I breathed out a sigh of relief. "Thank you. But I'm worried more about the warg puppies and Merry and Pippin, because they're…more…playful, I guess."
"Don't worry." The elf assured me. "Nobody else will do much of anything to get in their way, even Merry and Pippin. Not sure about the puppies, though, but Merry and Pippin fortunately have enough brain cells to know that they shouldn't fool around when there are people around."
Then another thought came to me. "But what about the cars? And I remember you told me that if I'm doing something with one of you guys, it'll appear like I'm doing something regular."
"The cars are hidden. Gandalf has magic, doesn't he? And don't worry about anything. We've got it covered. Just act like we're not even there, okay?" Then there was a resounding crash downstairs and some yelling. "Think a warg puppy tipped over a vase." Arwen said calmly, as if it happened everyday. "I'll go check on them." Then she left.
"Okay." I said, still feeling slightly uneasy. I dried myself and put on some clothes, before heading out of the room and going downstairs.
Sure enough, those pesky puppies were to blame, and a shattered vase was on the ground in pieces, scattered over the rug. Thankfully it didn't fall on the floor or else the hardwood boards would have marks.
"Bad Skittles!" Rosie scolded a puppy that didn't look regretful at all. "Oh, and Sour Patch, Kit Kat, Candycane, Lollipop, M&Ms, and Hershey...Haldir, we really need to get rid of them." She began cleaning up.
Haldir was absolutely horrified. "We can't!" He gasped. "They remind me too much of candy!"
"You have enough candy." Aragorn told him. "Too much."
"Excuse me? What about you and your peanut butter?" Haldir questioned him.
"Those things are unquestionable. You can't argue that they have to be rid of." Aragorn snorted.
"Why do you get to keep your peanut butter while I have to get rid of candy?" Haldir whined.
"Because," Aragorn poked him on his chest. "Candy is fattening for your little fat cheeks and behind."
"So is peanut butter. And soda." Haldir said.
"Soda helps me sing." Aragorn said haughtily. "And peanut butter tastes like perfection."
Eomer came around the corner. "I'm allergic to peanut butter, great king of Gondor. So technically it's not perfection."
Aragorn grinned. "I'm not, so HA!"
Eomer rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue. "At least I'm not as obsessed as you are."
Chuckling, I went into the kitchen, and Shelob instantly sat me down at the table and plopped a few delicious smelling pancakes on my plate. Then she pushed a jar of maple syrup towards me. "Thanks." I said, and poured it all around.
I began eating, as other people talked to each other, reading the newspaper and eating their breakfast. Merry and Pippin, to my amusement, had a whole buffet to themselves, hungrily gobbling them all down promptly.
As we were enjoying the morning, the doorbell rang.
I froze, and then looked up from my half-eaten plate, straight at Arwen, who was pouring tea for herself casually. "They're here!" I said in a slightly higher-pitched voice than usual. "My parents! And brother!"
"Well, don't sit there, get the door!" Arwen told me, smiling at my panic. "Don't worry, they can't see us."
"Right." I said, and then went to the door. Praying to myself quietly, I yanked open the door and I found myself being swallowed up by my mom.
"Oomph!" I staggered back from the impact. "Hi Mom!"
"Oh, my little girl is already twenty-five!" Mom squealed. "And it just seemed that yesterday you were just a cute, adorable little toddler!"
She stepped back, gazing over me. "You've grown up so pretty too!"
I saw the other LoTR characters gather around, a safe distance away, enjoying their new entertainment. "Mom," I told her, a bit embarrassed. "You know how I look. I last saw you just three months ago."
Mom laughed. "We brought presents!"
But, of course, being me, I was more concerned about the heating. "Come in, you're letting out all the heat!" I said, pushing them in. "It costs a lot, you know!"
My brother, Evan, and my parents both stepped inside and shrugged off their jackets.
"Oh, you just don't change, Dra." Evan grinned. "You'll alwaysbe the smaller one. Squirt."
"Sure." I huffed. "And who screamed like a little girl on that rollercoaster last year?"
"You were screaming too." Evan pointed out.
"Not as high-pitched as you. It sounds like you haven't even hit puberty yet, except you did."
My brother chuckled. "I still remember my voice kept cracking when I was in middle school and high school."
I smiled, thinking back fondly to those good 'ol memories. "Evan's voice-cracking…"
I followed my parents to the kitchen table, where Shelob was busy shrinking away into the living room, despite her large size. The dishes were cleaned and tucked away in the cabinet, surprisingly, and there were no plates on the table as well, except for mine.
"Look what I brought!" My mom said happily as she lifted a cake - homemade - out of a shopping bag and onto the table. I stared at its rich, creamy frosting and layers of deliciousness. There were sliced fruit on it, of strawberries, kiwi, oranges, you name it. Ah, Mom, the vegetarian.
I saw Pippin gaze at it in wonder and reached out a hungry hand to taste it, but I slapped it away automatically.
"What did you do that for?" Evan asked me.
"What?" I looked up, cringing at my instinctive mistake. "Did what?"
"You sort of jerked your hand." He mimicked me slapping in midair.
I saw Gandalf drag Pippin away from the kitchen by his ear behind Evan, which was quite a funny scene as Pippin was flailing his arms like a mad duck while Merry was busy cracking up on the couch.
"Oh..." I said, trying to keep the nervousness out of my voice, and trying hard not to laugh. Pippin, it's your fault..."Uh...I don't know, reflexes?"
Evan smiled at my awkwardness.
Dad lit the candles, twenty five of them, and Mom had everyone sing the Happy Birthday song. Well, it was more like forced. Everyone else from LoTR also sang, and it was a cheerful scene. Even Shelob sang with her croaking.
After that, we enjoyed the cake together. Although it certainly wasn't as good as Shelob's cake, it was still pretty good and I recognized some of Mom's special ingredients that made her food taste spectacular. I would have to tell Shelob them. We talked about what we did in the past three months we haven't been together and just talked about nothing in particular after we ran out of things to say. It was a happy time together.
"Presents!" Mom said cheerfully. She just was too happy today. Maybe today was her happy day...hmmm...
She gave me my grandma's, first, which was a red woolen scarf to keep warm over the winter. Next was my mom's, which was a pretty glass sculpture of a unicorn and a bird. I saw Gandalf and Saruman lean over my shoulder, inspecting the carving. "Not bad." They observed. "But it's store-bought, so it doesn't count much."
My dad gave me a new iPod, which Elladan and Elrohir were uncontrollably mooning over, as they like electronics a lot.
Evan gave me a necklace with my birthstone, the topaz, which was a lovely golden tear-drop shaped gem. "How much did it cost?" I questioned him. He shrugged. "Eh, I can afford it."
I stared at him. "Why a necklace, though? I mean, I like it."
"Don't girls like those kinds of things? Y'know, necklaces, bracelets, make-up, clothes? Fashion?" He blinked.
Did he forget that I wasn't that kind of person? Oh well, it was a very nice present.
"Ooooh..." Gollum crooned, looking at the new necklace I got from Evan.
"Gollum, stop drooling over the necklace." Sam snorted, shaking his head at Gollum's antics, although he wasn't drooling at all.
"Ahhhh..."
I got a few books, more clothes, some nice cards, a new iTunes gift card, and a bunch more stuff from my relatives and friends. Plus I got mail from my long-distance relatives and friends, which was neat too.
"La, la, la..."
"Okay, Smeagol, that's enough." Frodo told Gollum, who snorted and rolled his eyes.
After the presents, my parents had to go back to work, although it was a Sunday. They wished that they could stay with me longer, but they couldn't. Evan, though, decided to leave to, because he had some "girlfriends" to attend to.
I lightly smacked him on the shoulder. "Have fun with your lady friends." I taunted him playfully.
Evan laughed. "I have one, not several of them. And she's a perfectly good girl."
"And what are you, for deciding to leave after spending two hours with me on the day after my twenty-fifth birthday?" I asked him.
"Not…a bad boy." Evan decided, flushing slightly at the awkward choice of words. I chuckled.
"Stay safe!" My mom called.
"Don't ride with drunken people!"
"Don't drink!"
"No gambling, Dra!"
"And happy birthday! I'll see you when I can!"
"Bye!" I called to them as they left the driveway and out of the neighborhood, the cars indeed hidden away by Gandalf's magic.
I closed the door, due to the heat loss and breathed out a sigh of relief. It was a good thing that nobody gave themselves away, except for Pippin, or else my parents and Evan would think I had a mental breakdown or hallucinating. That…would definitely not be good for overprotective parents and a very watchful brother.
"See?" Eowyn told me as I sat down on the couch, breathing deep. "That wasn't half-bad, was it?"
I shook my head. "No. Except for Pippin."
"Oh yes!" Gandalf appeared, smoking on his pipe cheerfully. "That pesky hobbit is currently washing the warg puppies, and you know just how hyper they can be."
Just then, Arwen came, her demeanor suddenly happy and high-spirited. She seemed excited for something, but I didn't know what. But apparently everyone else knew, due to the worried glances they exchanged to each other.
"Thursday this week is going to be Thanksgiving!" She announced. "And I'm hosting a party!"
Glorfindel leaned towards Elrond, and whispered in his ear, "It seems that your daughter is coming down with a bad case of party hosting."
Elrond nodded seriously. "I know."
"Have you ever tended to it for the last 6000 years?"
"Of course." Elrond snorted. "I am her father! Of course I would try to fix her. And yet it seems to me, as a healer, that this case is extremely stubborn and possibly incurable."
Glorfindel looked up, presumably meaning to look up at the sky but instead looked at the ceiling. "Eru save Arwen and get rid of that party hosting fever."
"And I'm going to invite EVERYBODY!" Arwen squealed. Then she darted towards me, obviously delighted in her new plan. "Isn't this so exciting, Dra? You'll get to meet everyone you don't know!"
Glorfindel groaned. "Eru, you party pooper."
So it was set. There was to be a Thanksgiving party this Thursday, and everyone was to be invited. Legit everyone in Lord of the Rings. Meaning the Ringwraiths, the eagles, the fell beasts, the cave trolls from Moria, the orcs, the Uruk-hai, and more.
"God…" I muttered to myself. "That's…almost twenty more people…sixty people. My house most definitely is going to explode at sixty people."
"'Course it won't!" Elladan overheard my muttering with his sharp elven ears and comforted me friendly. "We can fit sixty people just fine. It's going to be outdoors anyways, since the weather forecasts say it's a sunny day."
"What if it's a rainy day?" Elrohir mused, contradicting his twin and like me, concerning over Arwen's new party. "Then we'd have to stay indoors…"
"Stop being such a pessimist, Elrohir." Elladan said brightly. "Look on the bright side!"
"There is no bright side if there's no sun!"
"Right now there is!" Elladan pointed out the window, and sure enough it was quite sunny outside. "So look on the bright side!"
Elrohir rolled his eyes.
"But anyways," Elladan continued. "Don't worry, Dra. How do you think forty people manage to share the house, eat, play or even sleep? But we manage."
"How do you sleep with forty people?" I asked him, curious.
"Well, we're all, more or less, divided into our family houses. Hobbits go with hobbits, Rohan goes with Rohan, Rivendell goes with Rivendell, Gondor goes with Gondor…and so forth. We switch every so often for whoever gets the bed or the couch or the floor. And some of us sleep in the living room couches. It's very warm, by the way."
I blinked, feeling slightly guilty about me having my own room to myself. "Someone could share with me." I said helpfully.
"No, that's quite alright." Galadriel approached me. "We are quite content in where we are."
"Are you sure?"
"Oh yes. Stop your fretting, child, and relax."
Right, I thought. Stop my fretting, and…how do you relax?
Thanksgiving…was quite the party.
Merry and Pippin had set up one of those giant inflatable play areas with hundreds of multi-colored balls and was already diving into it, playing with a very annoyed Gandalf who tried to zap them with his staff except he lost the staff under the sea of colored balls. I never knew I had one of those until now.
Or maybe I never had one before and they just got one today…
"ARGH!" He shouted, frustrated, wading around in the sea of balls and rummaging through frantically. "Fool of a Took!"
"It was Merry's idea." Pippin pointed out truthfully.
"Fool of a Brandybuck!"
"Who wants a brandy and a buck?" Merry's head popped out of the sea of balls. "Trust me, I don't have any money on me now…but I'd like a pint of beer. Do you have any?"
A few tables were set out on the patio, covered in a Thanksgiving themed table cloth and Eowyn, Arwen, Faramir and Thranduil helped Shelob bring out the food on the table. I could already smell the delicious smells. The warg puppies each had collar and leashes on them and were tied to a tree a good distance away from everybody, watched closely by Katie and Johnny. Harry, Shelob's mate, was finally outside and was also helping Shelob cook.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
"Uh-oh…" Haldir muttered.
"Cue the chaos!" Celeborn said enthusiastically.
"The guests! They're here!" Arwen practically giggled, and then shoved her plate into Aragorn's arms, who currently was busy gorging himself with as much soda as possible for his next singing performance.
Arwen ran to get the door, and was quickly followed by a happy shriek. "Jasper! I haven't seen you in like, so long!"
"Long meaning two weeks in Arwen's measure of time." Boromir said helpfully as I listened to her squealing.
"Who's Jasper again?" I asked.
"Remember, Jasper is our Mouth of Sauron. But don't worry; he looks nothing like from the New Line Cinema movies. Poor Jasper flipped out when he saw himself depicted as a monster. Shame on Jackson for scaring that poor soul." Boromir said thoughtfully.
"Ah." I said, trying to remember it. Then appeared what I supposed was Jasper. He didn't look bad at all, I have to admit. He was a nice-looking chap with deep brown hair and friendly brown eyes. Not pale and creepy. He smiled at me and began to strike up a conversation, and his teeth were perfectly white and straight, and no smelly breath.
The doorbell rang again, and then we had more guests. I was beginning to wonder if my backyard were to explode as well. Arwen ran to get the door, and I met the Witch-King crew. There were Joey, Timmy, Jeff, Terry, Greg, Charlie, Bob, Brendan, and Brian. Originally, not according to Tolkien, they were the "nerdy and wimpy" bunch. Always made the math team in high school and middle school. Always got excellent report cards and grades. Even made it to Harvard University.
Except they lacked the ferocity and darkness that Tolkien depicted them as. Joey, Timmy, Jeff, Terry, Greg, Charlie, Bob, Brendan, and Brian (here on out to be further known as the Witch-King crew) were tall, lanky, skinny, had glasses, and simple hair styles. They even had freckles. They were all very nice people and spoke with normal voices instead of hissing, hoarse voices like in the movies. And they didn't screech either, which was good.
And the next visitors didn't come by the door. In fact, they came by air…if you got that.
There was a loud screech in the air, very uncalled for. It was so sudden that I jumped a few feet off the ground, nearly colliding into Shelob who was straightening out the plates and balancing a huge, roasted, golden-brown turkey on a single leg. As far as I could tell, there were two giant, golden eagles circling around the backyard before landing gracefully on the ground, obviously not the tree branches as they would break them with their weight.
"Gwaihir!" Gandalf exclaimed, clambering out of the inflatable playground, his clothes and hair looking quite mussed. He also looked exhausted yet frustrated. "And Landroval! I haven't seen you in months!"
"At least Gandalf has his time right." Boromir said broodingly. "Unlike Arwen."
Arwen appeared at his side, swiftly, because of her sharp elven hearing. "I heard my name. Were you talking about me?"
"No." Boromir said solemnly.
The elf gave him a suspicious glance and pointed her pointer finger and middle finger at her eyes, and then to Boromir's two eyes, doing the I'm-WATCHING-you thing dramatically.
Boromir's eyes were cross-eyed by the time she walked away.
"Elves are scary." He breathed out quietly, and I suppressed a chuckle.
Gandalf literally dragged me over to meet Gwaihir, and his brother, Landroval. Both of them were magnificent, large golden eagles with intelligent golden eyes. They were actually rather fascinating, because of the stories that they told. I was so caught up in their stories that I didn't recognize how much time had flown by, and the dinner was starting to begin.
Hurrying back to the table, I selected one of the only open spots left – right near Aragorn, the wargs, the hobbits and Arwen. There were all sorts of food, traditional and specials – stuffing, gravy, mash potatoes, cranberry sauce, creamed corn, cornbread, pumpkin pie, rolls, green bean casserole, apple salad, and so much more, even with desserts and more hidden food in the kitchen that didn't fit on the table.
Oh, and you can't forget the turkey…or should I say…turkeys. Shelob didn't only make one turkey; she made three, suitable enough to the amount of people who came to the party. Trying the mashed potatoes, I was beginning to wonder what new chaos was to happen when it was Christmas.
"What can't it be Thanksgiving everyday?" Merry whined, while Pippin was more or less inhaling his food rather than eating it properly.
"Because," Sam answered, "You'll be as plump as a pig and Shelob might mistake you for a pig and we'll all eat you for Thanksgiving, that's why."
"Pigs don't have hairy feet." Merry pointed out.
"No, but you broke her glasses last year so it doesn't matter." Rosie said unhelpfully.
On the other side of the table, Aragorn was smearing peanut butter on everything he dumped on his plate. Or eating it with every bite.
"Why, exactly, are you so obsessed with peanut butter?" Theoden asked who was sitting next to him. "I've known you for so long, and still, I don't get it."
Aragorn rolled his eyes. "Peanut butter is THE best food in the WORLD."
"But you're eating it with every bite. Isn't that a little too much?"
"No." Aragorn said simply. "It's perfectly fine with me."
"Isn't it unhealthy?"
"Healthy for me, healthy for you, and if you can't handle it, then you're a loser." He said indifferently, and then jabbed his knife in the peanut butter jar and scooped up a big hunk of it.
Theoden's eyebrow began to twitch.
Arwen shook her head disapprovingly at her husband and rubbed her forehead, muttering something that sounded much like, "…Isildur's heir…peanut butter obsessions…"
Eowyn looked worriedly to her brother and began to scoot away from her uncle quickly.
Turning my attention to the hobbits, I watched on with amusement as Frodo, looking bored, reached across the table quietly and stole Aragorn's jar of peanut butter, right under the King of Gondor's nose, and then quickly dumped it into the warg puppies' plates, and they gobbled it all up. Except Aragorn didn't notice at all as he was in an argument with Theoden about the term "loser" and "Why you are a loser because you don't like peanut butter."
"Eomer is allergic to peanut butter!" Theoden said, frustrated.
"Then he's a loser!" Aragorn said cheerfully, a big smile on his face from ear to ear.
Aragorn reached for his peanut butter jar, but found that his hand reached emptiness. He looked down, dumbfounded at his loss. "Where's my peanut butter?"
Frodo sniggered.
Aragorn looked at Frodo, hearing his snigger. "Did you steal my peanut butter?" He asked threateningly.
"No." Frodo said naively, his blue eyes wide with innocence. "I think Pippin did."
"Sure, blame it on me." Pippin grumbled through a mouthful of food.
"Fool of a Took." Aragorn growled. "What did you do with my peanut butter?"
"What did I say?" Pippin spread his arms apart, looking up at the sky with a defying expression on his face.
"He snatched it away and fed it to the warg puppies." Frodo said brightly and pointed to the puppies, who were busy fighting and barking over who would get the biggest part of the turkey.
Aragorn growled. "Then I will have to go find more peanut butter." He stood up, and made his way back to the kitchen, but Frodo called after him, "There's no more peanut butter, if you wanted to know! We were going to go out to buy some more but we forgot."
Aragorn smacked his forehead. "Great!" He complained. "Just great. Life without peanut butter..." He shuddered at the thought.
"You always got soda!" Pippin offered, and then regretted his words deeply.
"Oh yeah!" Aragorn exclaimed, and then snatched up a soda from the cooler.
"Uh-oh..." Pippin said.
"UH-OH?" Merry exploded. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME? We're about to face Aragorn singing! And you know how horrible his singing is!"
But it was too late. Aragorn had already opened his can of soda and was gargling it in his mouth. Arwen rolled her eyes and looked away, not wanting to see - or hear what was going to happen next.
"I'M SINGING!" Aragorn sang loudly. The whole table stopped their talking and stared at Aragorn, who had stood up from his chair. Even the warg puppies stopped their barking and turned to stare at the King of Gondor before turning tail and hiding behind their parents, who eyed him suspiciously.
Jasper leaned towards Haldir. "What is the meaning of this new phenomenon?"
Haldir smirked, and patted his friend's shoulder comfortingly. "Nothing to worry about."
"LAAAAAAAAA DE DAAHHHHHHH!"
"Nothing to worry about?" Jasper questioned the elf.
"Um." Haldir began. "Well...you see..."
"HAPPY THANKSGIVING!"
Celeborn, was sitting next to Haldir, jestingly poked him. "What was that about 'nothing to worry about'?"
"Look - "
"I CAN SIIIIINNNNGGGG!" Aragorn sang.
The warg puppies began singing - well, howling - along with the King of Gondor. Arwen smacked her forehead. One of the Witch-King crew, Joey, who represented the Witch-King of Angmar, told her curiously, "I didn't know Aragorn was a singer."
Arwen shook her head weakly. "He...wasn't originally a singer...you know..."
"Yes, I know!" Joey said enthusiastically. "He was the King of Gondor, wasn't he? Such a good one."
Joey obviously didn't know that Aragorn was currently obsessed with peanut butter and soda and singing.
And Arwen wasn't going to tell him that in case Joey had a mental breakdown.
Which would be very hazardous to his health.
Not to mention yours.
But this Thanksgiving was pretty good, I must admit. Shelob cooked the best turkey ever, and after the dinner, we played games and finally, Gandalf found his staff in the inflatable playground and tried to zap Pippin and Merry, but it was legitimate epic fail.
As always.
Yay!
Once again, happy Halloween! Man, that was a tiny snowstorm up here in New England, but it caused so many down wires and fallen trees and power outages...plus, we have no school on Halloween! Cool. And probably no school on the day after Halloween.
Trick-or-treating, here I COME!
Cheers,
littledragoneyes
