Chapter 10: Rivendell, Sparring, Role Play, and PRANKS

OCSluvr: Howdy, y'all! Thanks to Eva Pond and her amazing PM (sorry it was so long ago, stuff happened)! X3

This is mainly just filler for the next two months (in story-time), so probably this chapter and the next few. Or not, it all depends on how I'm feeling about this chapter - which you'll find out at the end of the chapter! X3

So, me, myself, and I had a unanimous vote that until I get three reviews on this chapter, there won't be an eleventh chapter for a while time... Or until I get some feedback or something! Please feed me! :) I'll give you... the Blue Wizards? *Alatar and Polando pop up*

Alatar: No, you can't give us away.

Polando: *nods*

*they disappear*

Me: Well then, how about some Rhosgoubel Rabbits?

Radagast: Sorry, I can't let you have them. I need them to pull me around.

Me: ... Isn't that what walking is for?

Radagast: I have long distances to go!

Me: Oooookkay then? *turns to audience* Guess I'll just have to think about what I can give y'all...Or I might not even keep eleven captive and just release it when it's ready. Meh.

Also, (I shouldn't have to say this on this website, but I will one more time), I don't nor ever will own anything besides myself in this story, and my friends own themselves. This disclaimer should apply to all chapters and stories of mine. Enjoy!

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3rd Person POV

If anybody was in the kitchen that first night the girls were there, they would have noticed the kitchens were not raided at all, unlike their promise to raid the kitchens last chapter. That was because they were afraid they would get lost in Rivendell. Yes, I know, they could have just pulled out a map of Rivendell from Michelle's backpack, however I don't think any of them thought of that - well, maybe Sarah, though I'm sure she had her reasons! Plus, they did have infinite snacks from Michelle's backpack - which still confused them, well most of them, Lauren was too busy trying to get a phone out of the backpack.

However, any Elf, Man, Dwarf, or Wizard (not Hobbit, they were spending time together and stayed away from the stranger's rooms - Pippin wanted to visit, being the curious one, but of course the other four out-voted him) would have heard lots of shouting, arguing over what to watch, singing different and strange songs, asking who liked who (and Bee protesting that she did NOT like Tsuna NOR Gokudera), and different kinds of music and British sounds/voices, as well as a lot of odd 'bloop' and 'swish' and other mechanical noises. Plus a lot of fangirling/hating.

In order, pretty much the girls were listening to NightCore songs (introducing Lauren and Sarah to them was not a good idea, Lauren loved it and Sarah hated them, so the two would argue over whether the next song would be nightcore or not), fan songs, the self-explanatory crush/favoring confessions, and the music and British voices were Doctor Who, whereas the more mechanical noises were Michelle and Heaven playing Portal and Portal 2, then letting Lauren and Bee try the Co-Op game with P-Body and Atlas, which resulted in the brunette Elleth and the brunette human killing each other many times.

All in all, the entire group of eight fangirls stayed up till around sun-up. Then they all explored Rivendell, Bee and Michelle running into some more evil pillars on the way, Lauren still trying to get a phone out of the backpack. She reached in once, whispering, "Phonephonephone," and when she pulled her hand out, she found a pair of limited edition green Beats by Drei. She tossed them in frustration, only wanting a phone. Michelle thus claimed the Beats by Drei.

They found (rediscovered, for Michelle) the display of the Sword of Elendil, the Hobbit's rooms, which they respectively tip toed past, and even the dining room place where Thorin and Co. had dinner, and Michelle had actually sat everyone down and the ones who had seen the Hobbit quoted the group.

"Change the tune, why don't you?" Heaven asked, turning around to an invisible Elf musician, quoting Nori. Lauren, having seen all Hobbit movies with her parents, had Oin's line, even doing the accent.

"Did somebody die?" Michelle grinned, taking Bofur's role.

"Alright lassies, there's only one thing for it!" She then hopped up onto the medium sized podium and started to sing "The Man in the Moon Stayed Up Too Late" song the way Bofur had.

"There's an inn, there's an inn, there's a merry old inn

Beneath an old gray hill

And there they brew a beer so brown

That the Man in the Moon himself came down

one night to drink his fill!"

By now, all the girls - who had been shown the clip many times - had joined in, singing with Michelle, only Heaven and Bee singing clearly, from being shown the clip most.

"Oh, the ostler has a tipsy cat

that plays a five-stringed fiddle;

And up and down he saws his bow

Now squeaking high," Michelle took Bofur's position, her favorite part being hands-down this one,

"Now purring low," Michelle tried to sing as low as Bofur had, obviuosly failing. But the girls didn't notice, as they were having too much fun banging their fists on the tables and pretending to throw food everywhere. They were making an imaginary mess. None of the girls had noticed that they were starting to attract a small crowd, consisting of a beaming Gloin, a confused and shocked looking Gimli, and a smiling Elf Lord and Gray Wizard.

"Now sawing in the middle.

So, the cat on the fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,

a jig that would wake the dead;

He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,

While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon;

'It's after three!' he said." Despite not being a very good ending to the song, Michelle ended it as Bofur had, and all of the girls were cheering around her and Miriam, wanting to take Kili's role, chucked a hefty size of imaginary mashed potatoes at the same statue that Kili had thrown at. However, instead of missing Lindir's head, she barely missed Elrond's head, catching his bemused smile, recalling the memory, especially since Michelle had acted it out perfectly. If he hadn't known better, he would say that she had almost de-aged since he had seen her and Bee last. However, unlike last time, she seemed shocked at meeting him, as if it had been her first meeting. He then realized that he'd most likely met a future version of her, if it was even possible.

When Miriam had made eye contact with Elrond, she froze, staring at him with her mouth hanging open. Mikaela, feeling in a better mood than how she had been feeling towards her twin and love rival, looked to her twin in confusion.

"Are you alright?" Mikaela followed Miriam's line of sight and froze also, mirroring her twin's expression to the nose. One by one, the rest of the girls saw their audience, still the father and son Dwarves, Gandalf, and Elrond. They had been the closest to the group when Michelle had started singing, besides the Elven servants, who had just ignored their now-usual stunts.

Once all of the girls were focusing on the small audience, silence hung in the air and that rebellious, story-straying gust of wind rushed by, blowing everyone's hair - except Elrond's, since he is a true-ish Elf... Half-Elf - and creating an awkward situation. After a few more moments of silence, Gloin started to laugh, a clear, yet almost rusty sounding laugh, like that of a good grandfather. The Dwarf walked over to Michelle's podium, which she was sitting on, since her standing made her taller than everyone and that made her feel uncomfortable. Gloin patted her strongly on the back, causing her to cough at the sudden yet friendly impact on her back.

"I knew you remembered, lassy! Why, I barely remembered that day, especially Kili throwing the food at that statue over there! Yet ye did it perfectly, down to the motions Bofur had done!" Gloin started to laugh again at the thought of the young Dwarf prince throwing the mashed potatoes at the innocent statue.

Being the nervous wrecks they were, the girls all smiled nervously and laughed a few times with that nervous tone of 'Get me out of here!' They were all like that for a good minute or so, Gloin laughing, the girls staring awkwardly at him, and Gimli, Elrond, and Gandalf all staring at the group in the center of the empty courtyard thing.

However, once Gloin realized he was the only one laughing, his laughter slowly faded out, till he wasn't laughing anymore and it was just silent. 'Silence seems to follow us,' Michelle thought, which did seem to be true.

In the background, everyone could hear the Elves working, probably preparing breakfast. The heavy feeling of silence and awkwardness was in excess as everyone just stared at each other.

After around three minutes of awkwardness (again), Bee's, Heaven's, Aryana's, and Michelle's stomachs growled. Very loudly.

The guilty parties blushed while everyone was brought out of their reveries, looking at the four girls, who weren't making eye contact with anybody. At that perfect moment, an Elleth came in, balancing three large bowls - its contents unseeable by the girls and the Dwarves. The Elleth set the bowls down on the table on Michelle's left, bowed at Lord Elrond, and exited.

Immediately, the girls surrounded the bowls, devouring the fruits in the bowl, which were all reds and oranges and yellows and purples and some blues even. Bee seemed to favor the reddish fruits which looked like apples yet had a very pungent taste - which she normally dislikes. Michelle was devouring fruits which looked like cherries but tasted like a perfectly ripe nectarine combined with a plum. Heaven tried all of the fruits, so she didn't have a favorite, mainly just having a craving of meat. The twins were eating the pinkish-purplish fruits, which tasted to them like a very sugary and milder version of the appropriate flavor of Nerds candy for that color. Lauren was eating an orangish fruit that tasted like a Starburst of every color had exploded in her mouth. Aryana was nibbling on some bread with jam outside the group, not being a fruity person. Sarah was just drinking a glass of milk she grabbed from Michelle's backpack (which everyone else had forgotten about).

When the girls had stuffed themselves, they backed away from the bowl, humming in delight from the fruits they just had. The group began to chat amongst themselves. However, it seemed a peaceful morning of chatter would not be what they get, for as soon as they had walked away from the bowls, four little warm beings jumped onto the girls, causing them to collapse, leaving only Bee standing awkwardly over them.

She sighed, shaking her head at the sight before her now. The other seven girls were all sprawled out on the floor, their hair in a mess and their normal clothes were all rumpled. Behind them the Hobbits (who had run them over a few moments prior) were peering into the big bowls, gawking at how little was left. Which was not true, the girls left fruit, half a bowl in each!

The girls groaned and stood up slowly, stretching their backs which made those satisfying popping sounds they love.

Ok, pause! I ate all of my food because being a caun to Michelle is hard work! She says she the caun, but I beg to differ. I'm the one pulling the strings here! Rise Lord Lauren!

Listen Lauren, if you wanted to say something in the author's note, then say it there. Also, don't forget, you're my caun in real life. In this story, though, you are my adviser. Don't forget that.

Fine...

Good. Now, where was I? Oh yeah.

The girls groaned and stood up slowly, stretching their backs which made those satisfying popping sounds they love.

Before the Hobbits noticed her, Lauren reached forward and grabbed one bowl which wasn't touched by the girls when they were eating. The rest formed a line, single file, behind Lauren being Michelle, then Bee, Miriam, Mikaela, Sarah, Aryana, and Heaven. Lauren grabbed another fruit out of the bowl, then passed it back. Everyone of the girls did the same until it reached Heaven and she just set the bowl on one of the tables. Once they had finished that, then the group slowly retreated back to their rooms, leaving a chuckling Wizard and Elf Lord, two very confused Dwarves Lords, and four very hungry Hobbits behind.

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Michelle's POV

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When we finally reached my room/our meeting room, we all collapsed, panting, save Bee, who just plopped down on the bed and lay down, murmuring, "Fluffy..."

I pushed myself up and walked over to the bed before I saw down next to her and lay down, just like she did. She looked over at me. "You tired?" I closed my eyes, free from having to take off my glasses, and hummed in agreement.

Unbeknownst to me, Lauren smirked, and jumped right on top of me, holding a totally innocent pillow in her hands, hitting me with said pillow, causing feathers to flutter around on impact. I glared at my friend, who just grinned and winked at me mischievously. When the feathers started to engulf me, I looked around in fake-shock.

"Chimichanga! These pillows are stuffed with baby birds!" The ones who had seen Madagascar 3 - Heaven and Bee - laughed at my appropriate quote, everyone else confused. Lauren looked at them with a raised brow. "Quotes. Movie." Everyone nodded, humming in thought. We just rolled our eyes at those oblivious children.

Hang on, I am not a child, I'm older than you! And am your real life caun!

So am I!

Oh, Sarah, are you finally pulling the age card? Well, Bee is older than all of y'all!

Yeah, I'm 16!

Oh... Ok... I'm only 15

Yeah, same...

Can I please get back to the story? Again?

*all three*Yes...

Thank you!

After that little...happening(?), we all formed a small circle, the pillows forming around us, per usual. Lauren leaned forward on her pillow, grinning.

"So... wadda we do now?" We all looked around the circle, waiting for someone to come up with an idea. However, none came. Lauren rolled her eyes. "Guess that answers that!"

I shifted in my place, holding my precious TARDIS pillow close to me, sitting on my Smaug blanket I got from my backpack. Thankfully, we could also store stuff in it, so it won't just disappear.

I pulled out my iPhone 5C - still surprised that it wasn't my white iPhone 4S anymore - and checked the time for some reason. It read, "10:40". I looked up at the group, who was still quiet.

"Well, we could practice sparring? Again," I tacked on, remembering yesterday. Everyone either grimaced in pain, groaning, or grinned, liking my idea. As such, we took a vote. Miriam, Mikaela, Bee, Lauren, Heaven, and myself voted for practicing today. Sarah and Aryana sat there, looking at each other, and nodded. They looked back at us and both shrugged. "We'll go, but can we not practice?" Aryana asked, Sarah nodding, being quiet. I nodded and we got up, heading to our own rooms to change. However, before I could head to the balcony, I remembered this was my room!

Once everyone left, I grabbed my backpack and headed to the en suite, which held a big hole in the floor of white marble - I presumed for bathing - and a small sink, for washing up. I remembered seeing a pitcher of water, a basin, and a towel, all white, back in my room. So, before undressing, I left the spacious room and washed my face, was about to use some soap I took from my backpack, before I remembered that, being an Elf, I didn't need to wash my hair and face every other day - though, preferably every day - and instead headed to the bathroom, where my bag was. The only reason I wanted to change in there was for the obvious reason, with seven other friends here with me - privacy.

I put the precious privacy to use, by taking off my green jacket, black shirt, socks (I didn't put on my boots at all last night or this morning) and my jeans, stuffing my clothes into my backpack. I took out a mithril vest, khaki green T-shirt, khaki cargo pants, different socks, and some amo for my pistol, which, on closer inspection, I discovered was a Smith & Wesson 686 .38 Special, which made me feel relieved, since I had most practice with that kind of gun, that and a sniper's rifle. And on even closer inspection, I realized that this particular revolver was the one from back home that I bought for myself as a graduation present (graduating 8th grade, of course. I'm not a genius who graduated high school at age 14 - and I know I should probably have been older when getting a weapon, but my cousin who was 22 at the time was with me), but I still found myself wishing I also had my Benelli M4 with me, as well, but still, having my revolver was enough for me. Which, still, for obvious reasons, made me feel more relaxed, holding my familiar pistol in my hand that I've had since I was 13, almost 14 - which was two years ago from when we were taken here, since I'm 14, and my birthday was only a few weeks away when we left.

That thought made me freeze, it had been two years since I had gotten my first firearm. That means it'd been three years since my grandfather died and I got my fascination for firearms in the first place. I tried to shrug it off, throwing on my clothes as quick as possible, which, being a new Elf, was pretty fast.

By the time I had finished and stepped out into my room, the only ones waiting were Bee, Lauren, and the twins. Bee was wearing her usual clothes, but had her katana strapped to her waist on a new woven belt, and she had her bow staff strapped to her back with a replication of the same belt.

Lauren was wearing the medium blue, button down shirt she had when she first came, her khaki capris, her boots, and her hair was put up in a French braid. The only thing different was that she had some weapons - which she either had sneaked from Michelle's backpack when she wasn't looking or had gotten it from one of her many failed attempts at trying to get a phone from the backpack earlier -. The first was a pair of twin Elven daggers, like mine, except unlike mine, hers had bone handles, the blades were straight with some design on the lower half, and there weren't hilts, whereas mine were curved, had burgundy handles, had thinner and more delicate designs up the entire blade, and had mithril hilts. Her other weapon was a bow and a full quiver of Elven arrows, probably supplied by the Rivendell helpers (were they maids and servants?), as the bow contrasted to her daggers in design; it wasn't too long, if it was standing, I'd guess it came to her shoulder, so less than 5 feet tall (?), and the design was somewhat basic, but also had a few delicate swirls on the part where her hand would go, and the top and bottom tips were curved outwards, instead of going with the curve of the rest of the bow.

The twins were also wearing the exact same clothes they wore when they arrived - obviously much cleaner by now - and had their katanas (one sword having a dark pink hilt and light pink blade, with the other being a royal purple hilt and light violet blade, to differentiate between the two and their owners) strapped black belts with pink and silver or purple and gold streaks woven in, and their identical bows and quivers, now full of Elven arrows. Miriam's hair was plaited back into a side French braid to her right, and Mikaela's to her left.

I walked into the light, so they could see me. They did, and the twins grinned and waved, which I returned, and Bee and Lauren glomped me in a random hug, with Bee squealing, "Randomness!" When they let go, they took in my appearance. I was wearing my khaki green T-shirt, with my mithril vest underneath and a leather vest on top, my khaki capris coming just above my combat boots, and a green and brown woven belt across my waist was holding my revolver, an identical but longer belt was strapped across my chest, holding my double-headed spear, and in brown sheath buckled on the bottom of my capris, hanging into my boots, were my twin Elven blades. Sadly, my hair was down, but I was hoping Lauren could braid my hair into a French braid (I had almost asked my dad to do it, but caught myself, sadly remembering that he wasn't here).

Proudly, I placed my hands on my hips, looking around. "So, are everyone else still getting ready." The four nodded in unison, as well as humming in unison. "Uh-huh." I blinked in shock, before shaking out of my stupor. That was freaky...

"Well then, why don't we just head on over? I'll leave a map and a note for them, if y'all like?"

The four nodded, humming in unison again. As such, I did just that, pulling out a map of Rivendell (first making certain that the map was not for Lord of the Rings Online) and a pad of notebook paper and a green pen. Setting down the map, I wrote on the first sheet of paper in green ink,

'Went to practice first. Catch up when ready. Here's a map so you won't get lost! ~M, L, B, M&M'

Lauren, who was leaning over my shoulder while I was writing, said very loudly in my now-audio-sensitive ears, "Are ya sure you wanna sign the twins as M&Ms?" I shook my head and shrugged Lauren off of me.

"No, since I didn't in the first place, Lauren," I pressed her name, glaring softly at her, which she just grinned in reply. I sighed, shaking my head, and turned to face the notepad, ripping out the paper. Carefully, I placed the two sheets of paper (well, paper and parchment) on top of each other, placing the pen on top to keep them there.

I nodded, satisfied with my work, and turned sharply on my heel to face my small legion. I pointed dramatically towards the door. "To practice!" I marched off, keeping my finger up, pointing forwards, and one by one, as I left the room, someone tacked themselves on, making a train, the order being: me, Lauren, Bee, Miriam, and Mikaela.

As we marched through Rivendell, I pointed out the different sights (in an extremely annoying deep and booming voice, acting like a tour guide) - the Hobbits' bedrooms, Elrond's Study, some other places, and the tour ended with the sparring grounds, where some Elves and Men were practicing already.

"As the vehicle slows down, please keep your children inside the vehicle until vehicle is completely stopped," I announced in my booming voice, stopping and waiting for everyone to disappear from behind me, before I turned myself back to the mindset of me (not such a drastic change), and pranced down to the dummies with Bee, whereas the twins happily pranced over to Legolas, to train more. Lauren quickly joined Bee and me in our prancing, before we got to the dummies, where we pulled out our weapons and started to spar with them. I couldn't help but feel like I was re-enacting my LotRO characters, whenever they spar against these kinds of dummies, my braid swishing behind me with some rough thunks on my back - Lauren braided my hair on the way. That thought of the fiction game back home made me grin as I hacked the dummy to shreds with my spear, while Bee sliced her dummy with her katana, and Lauren realized she should head over to Legolas and practice with her bow, and as such did just that.

The twins, however, were enjoying their time with Legolas, showing a bit of frustration when Lauren jogged over and joined the trio. Oh yeah, and they practiced shooting. From what I'd seen, the doppelgangers were doing very well, considering the hottest Elf in Middle Earth was standing next to them, and Lauren was catching on very quickly, as if she'd had practice before, which I wouldn't hold against her. I shrugged, before turned to Bee. She looked at me with a "mrow?"

"Bee, you wanna spar?" She grinned, nodding. Suddenly, I felt very nervous. She had much more practice with sparring with a weapon than I. However, my mind came back with, 'You sparred Aragorn and Gloin and you're still alive!' To which I mentally shrugged and guided Bee to the empty area for our recently-decided spar.

We got into our stances - Bee holding her katana in front of her, ready, and me holding my spear in the same fashion. We had our alternate weapons (her bow staff and my daggers and revolver) to use in case we lost these or we start a second one with just those.

With a sharp nod from me, the match started. However, not much happened at first. I learned a bit about Bee's style, she never takes offensive, instead waiting patiently for her opponent to attack first. As such, I decided to take offensive, rushing at her and aiming for her neck. Obviously, she blocked my blow by raising her katana. We stared at each other, our weapons locked, before she pushed me back a few feet. Instead of shuffling sloppily back, I leaped back and then returned to my starting stance, waiting. She advanced on me, raising her sword high. I dodged the attack, rushing to my left a few paces. She ran a few steps in her direction, then used her momentum to swing herself back to me, brandishing her sword at me. I raised my spear, blocking her attack, tilting my spear to let her sword slide down, having fixed my hold on my weapon so my fingers won't be cut off. Her sword did just that, sliding down, and she immediately came back, swinging the sword towards my head. On instinct, I ducked, hearing her sword swish over my head. Already crouching, I grabbed a dagger from my left boot with my right hand, holding my spear with my left, and shot up, swinging my dagger towards her face, stopping just a few centimeters away from her cheek. Bee blinked at the cold metal, so close to drawing blood. She looked at me, with a slight twinkle in her eyes, which I took as a yield.

"Yield."

I nodded, stepping back from my best friend a few fast steps, and lowered my weapons, holding them in a rough triangle near my waist. She stood relaxed, and we stared at each other for a few moments, before we walked swiftly towards each other, straightening so we were parallel to the bench on the side that Lauren was perched on, watching us, as was Legolas, while the twins were practicing/arguing over Legolas while he wasn't around. We held our drawn weapons by our side and bowed, keeping eye contact. When we straightened, I grinned at her, which she returned.

"Good job," I said simply as we walked off. She nodded her return of complement when we reached the sidelines. When we got to the bench that Lauren resided, I set my left foot on the bench and sheathed my dagger, lowering my foot quickly before I was glomped in a big hug from Lauren. She squealed at me. "That was awesome!" I winced, "Short, but awesome!" She pulled back, grinning still. She looked behind me to Bee.

"Oh, and great job, Bee." The brunette grinned, waving, before she walked off, high-fiving Legolas as she left.

Lauren snapped her fingers, with a small "Oh!" and turned to me, grinning. "By the way, Legolas here," she gestured to the blonde - still haven't gotten over his hair color in person- "has one, decided to introduce us to Elladan and Elrohir, and two, taken an interest in pranks," she relayed the news with a signature twinkle in her eyes, which I recognized as her forming a plan. I sighed, this was kind of predicted.

"So?" I looked up from the ground at her, raising a brow in question, hoping she wasn't thinking of -

She answered with a grin, "Yep," she reached up and tried to loop an arm over the tall Elf's shoulders (well, tall to us). When he realized what she was trying to do, he squatted a bit, lowering himself so she could do it successfully. She grinned at him, before continuing, "We're gonna introduce Legolas to the wonderful world of pranks." I looked down at the ground and sighed dramatically.

"Did we hear 'pranks'?" I jumped two feet in the air in fright, clinging to the closest thing, which happened to be the source of the question, Heaven. Well, Heaven, Aryana, and Bee were there, looking expectantly at Lauren. The brunette Elf nodded, grinning. Soon, the other three adopted the same grins and I was torn between my inner prankster and my inner sense of justice. 'Then again,' I tried to console myself, 'the only "authority" is just Elrond and Gandalf, and as long as you don't make them too mad, it'll be fine.'

Making up my mind, I grinned as well. 'Well, at least I won't be alone.'

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OCSluvr: Well, yeah. Sorry this chapter is shorter than normal, but this will gonna be the norm soon. Not as long, but hopefully still good enough! :-)

Have a great day, everyone! X3

OCSluvr is out!