Chapter 11

"Merry, Pippin!" Danielle whispered tiptoeing into heir room at five in the morning, "You two, wake up!"

"I don't want the fire Mr. Nazgul!" Merry let out before his eyes popped open.

Danielle blinked and raised an eye brow, "You okay?"

"Weird dream," he muttered while rubbing his eyes. Then he suddenly sat up as if realizing who was there, "What are you doing here? Its still dark out Lady Danielle."

"What did I tell you about the lady thing?"

"Don't use it?"

"Yep, now we need to get Pippin up, I have a job for you two," she whispered looking at the snoring hobbit who had managed to turn himself around on his bed.

Merry slid over to Pippin's bed and whispered, "Hey Pippin, muuuussshhhhrrrooooommmssss."

Pippin's eyes snapped open and he was now grinning fiercely, "Where?"

"I lied, Danielle has something for us to do," Merry told him, then turned his head toward the young woman, "Do we get anything out of it?"

"You can eat all you want at the wedding feast and I won't let anyone stop you," Danielle smiled. "Now fallow me, I have a new song for you to distract…EVERYONE with."

"YAY!" the hobbits said together before fallowing her out of the room.


Rhiannan blinked bleary eyed as a song began to reach her ears. She rubbed her eyes then looked around. The sun was barely up. Then she paused, "There's a song going on…and I'm not singing it?" she looked down at her hands, rather confused. Then her eyes widened, "Oh no… Oh this is very bad…" then quickly got up and grabbed the closest dress she could find.

"So… Rhiannan isn't making them do this?" Aragorn asked Arwen while he watched the two hobbits. The Hobbits had also managed to get Gimli and the twins to join in. To say the least, they were chasing after people to listen to their song. And this is how it goes:

"ON TOP OF OLD SMOKEY
ALL COVERED IN CHEESE
I SHOT MY POOR TEACHER
AT 6:23
SHE ROLLED OFF THE MOUNTAIN
AND INTO HER GRAVE
AND AT HER FUNERAL
WE ALL THREW GRENADES!
" (thanks The Forbidden Brides! We love you!)

"So…" Boromir spoke while tilting his head to the side, "What are grenades?"

"I have no idea," Faramir answered. The hobbits, dwarf, and two elves had managed to trap them in a room, and now poor Haldir, Arwen, Aragorn, Éowyn, Éomer, Boromir, Faramir, Frodo, Elrond, Sam, and Legolas were all nowsitting on the floor asking each other what they could have done to deserve such a thing.

Then Boromir finally piped up, "Where are Danielle and Rhiannan?"

Arwen's eyes widened at the mention of Danielle then she looked down at her hands, "I really don't know… Did you see them this morning?"

"No… I didn't," Boromir put his chin in his hand and put on his thoughtful look. Faramir groaned.

"Arwen," Haldir spoke up making the elleth look up, "what do you know?"

"What in Middle-earth are you talking about, Haldir? I'm a victim in this tirade as much as you are," she insisted, her face was slowly becoming redder.

Aragorn looked at his almost wife (they had one more day), "Why is your face turning red?"

"It is?" she asked touching her cheek, "How odd…"

Éowyn's eyes suddenly widened, "Oh no!" she whispered.

Faramir looked at her, "What oh no?"

"Nothing!" both Éowyn and Arwen snapped at the same time.

Faramir and Aragorn eyed them carefully then looked up at the group that was singing. They all froze when a shrill voice rang above the singers, "TRADERS!!!!"

Pippin, Merry, Gimli, Elladan, and Elrohir froze mid song. A very angry Rhiannan appeared, one of Sam's pans in her hand, "Well boys," Gimli spoke looking for a way to run, "looks like the party is over, sure hope Danielle is ready."

"Merry?"

"Yeah Pip?"

"Can we run now?"

"I think that would be a good idea…" Merry looked at the others, "MASS PANIC!" he screamed before all five scattered leaving the others they had been torturing just sitting looking astonished.

"And you!" Rhiannan pointed the pan at the others, "How dare you even let them continue this tirade without me around! I am very disappointed. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some people to hit," then ran after the dwarf who was still in sight.

Arwen glanced at Éowyn, "Well that was interesting. I'm ready to head off, who's with me?"

Éowyn quickly nodded her head and the two women were gone in a flash. Boromir looked at Faramir and Aragorn, "I get this sudden feeling that today is going to be very odd."

Legolas tapped Aragorn's shoulder while he stared wide eyed at a figure passing through the hallway. Aragorn looked and he had to muffle a laugh. There walked a very angry Elrond, covered in water and flower and attempting to trudge his way, as graceful as possible, to his room, "Oh no…" Sam whispered. "Danielle's loose…HIDE!" then he ran.

"Okay…" Haldir piped up, "I'm confused…"

Legolas smirked, "Then you are probably her next target! Or Éomer, one or the other!" then quickly got up and left. The others soon fallowed.


About an hour later a voice rang out and carried across the entire city of Minas Tirith (not sure how, but it did…don't ask silly questions like how, it's a story) "DANIELLE!!!!"

Danielle smirked and continued her way down the halls of the King's home, a dark blue cloak on with the hood hiked up. The whole being quiet thing wasn't working because while she walked all stealth like she hummed the Mission Impossible theme song, her hands up as if she would be holding a gun. Anyone from Middle-earth who would have seen her probably would have thought she lost her mind. See, these people don't even know what T.V. is so… Yeah it's just a crazy teenager humming and sneaking through the halls. Trust me; she got some very funny looks.

She quickly slipped behind a statue and ceased humming when Arwen came storming down the hall. She had water, flour, and feathers drenched all over her. By the end of the day, everyone would have to take a bath before her rehearsal dinner, and that was her original plan. Danielle really didn't want stinky people there. It was entertaining to watch people get stuff dumped on them though.

As a good sport, she warned Merry, Pippin, Gimli, Elladan, and Elrohir all the spots she had put her traps because they had helped her distract the people she was targeting. Then she continued on her way down the hallway, humming.


Rhiannan held her stomach and fell over onto the floor at the sight of the three elves. Legolas, Haldir, and Glorfindel were all covered in bird seed, water, and flour. The half elf just couldn't hold it in any longer. She had to laugh at them.

Haldir grumbled and looked at the other two elves that were in the same predicament as he, "I have this sudden urge to…hug her don't you?"

Rhiannan froze when the other two elves grinned and took a step toward her, "Oh no you don't!" she cried. "I refuse to allow any of you, especially LEGOLAS, to hug me!" They took another step, "DANIELLE!" she screamed turning and running; the three male elves on her tale.


Aragorn tilted his head and looked at Arwen, "Well… Feathers are a good look for you," he commented taking a seat in his study.

Arwen glared at him, "Have you found the trap she's planted for you yet?"

"I'm King, Danielle wouldn't do that," Aragorn insisted leaning back in his chair.

Arwen raised an eye brow, "You are terribly confident my love. You know that no one is safe from her, at least not today. I was a fool and gave her permission, and that today was her last day for a very long time."

"You gave her permission, and you didn't warn us?" Aragorn asked.

Arwen shrugged her shoulders, "I didn't think it would be this bad… Éowyn could have warned you as well."

Aragorn sighed and buried his face into his hands. Both paused when they heard Rhiannan screaming while she ran down the hallway, "SOME ONE SAVE ME!!! ELF BOY COOTIES ARE AFTER ME WITH SEEDS AND GUNKY STUFF!!!!!"

Arwen smiled slightly, "I must admit, it does lighten the mood a bit. We'll probably be laughing about it during the entire rehearsal dinner…."

The king nodded his head and went to stand, but then froze. Arwen tilted her head, "I can't get up," he muttered looking down at the chair.

"How can you not get up? Are your knees all right?" Arwen asked.

Aragorn shook his head, "No, no my bodily functions are fine. There's just something wrong with my chair or…my pants…or something, but I can't get up…"

Arwen put a hand over her mouth to try and not laugh, "How did you manage to sit down and not see…something that would stick you to your chair there?"

"Danielle and Rhiannan can both magically produce bright colored writing utensils, I dare not ask where she managed to find this," he muttered while attempting to stand up. When he did a deaf defining RIP was heard. "And these were my favorite pair of casual pants," he muttered.

"Oh that can be easily mended, you may want to change before someone sees though," Arwen smiled.

Aragorn looked at his wife-to-be, "You wouldn't happen to want to run to my room and grab a fresh pair, or get me a cloak so I can get there myself?"

Arwen backed toward the door, "Well…I would, truly, but I must go and attempt to wash this…gunk out of my hair and body… See you at the dinner?" she then shot out of the room.

Aragorn looked down at the hole that was formed around his bottom, "Bloody hell… I'm going to kill that girl when I find her," he muttered before looking around the room for something to cover his bottom with.


Gandalf was glaring at the ground when Frodo found him. In fact, Gandalf was actually upside down, sitting on the ceiling and glaring at the ground; that is if his beard and hair wasn't in the way from glaring at the ground. He would be glaring at it all the same because he couldn't get to the ground, thanks to Danielle. Frodo wasn't quite sure how Gandalf couldn't get himself down, "Gandalf?" he spoke making the wizard pull his beard aside so he could see who was speaking to him.

"Yes Frodo?" he asked with very little amusement.

"Why are you sitting on the ceiling?"

"Danielle learned some new tricks when we went to that school for Witches and Wizards," Gandalf muttered. "And I am quite unable to get myself down without my staff, which she has hidden from me."

Frodo tilted his head, "How are you sticking to the ceiling then?"

"Some spell that makes things stick…" Gandalf muttered letting his beard fall in front of his face again. "She insists it'll wear off sooner or later."

"Oh… Can I get you anything then?"

"A soft rope and my pipe…my pipe lit would be preferable," Gandalf told him.

"Would you not singe your beard?"

Gandalf sighed, "That is why I want the rope, my dear boy, now go fetch it before I decide to lose my temper."

Then Frodo was off.


So, by now Danielle had managed to find a stick to poke people with. She had been, for the last hour, poking Éomer because she insisted he had a sign on him that said "Poke me damnit!" She had also asked him if he was sly, in return she got a blank look.

Finally he actually started talking to her, "Can you please leave me alone?"

"Nein," she answered simply while she poked him in the head.

Éomer huffed, "I have many important manly Rohan thingy things to do that involves my kingly ness, please leave alone Danielle."

"Nein! weil du Lügner bist!" she snapped. (No! Cause you are a liar!)

"What?"

"Außerdem müssen wir deine zukünftige Frau finden. Prinzessin Lothiriel," she insisted crossing her arms over her chest. (Besides, we have to find your future wife, Princess Lothiriel.)

Éomer blinked, "Have you lost your mind, lady? I have never heard such a language."

"You're the one who's lost your mind," Danielle insisted while she poked him again. "Wanna know why?"

He huffed, "Why?"

"Cause you're the one that said, 'thingy things and kingly ness.' I think Rhiannan and I are finally rubbing off on you!" She giggled then poked him again.

"Why don't you go bother your fiancé?"

She tilted her head to the side, "I would, but I don't want to scare off his cousins just yet. He's greeting them right now. I'm gonna bother him during the dinner."

"With a stick?"

"No!" Danielle snapped, "It is most improper to bring a stick to a dinner! Aragorn wouldn't be too happy anyway, cause I broke the stick off of the white tree. You see I would poke you with my wand, but then I might say the wrong thing and you would go POOF! with no way of getting back. Be thankful I've decided to poke you with a tree instead of my perfectly good wand."

Éomer blinked, "Could you go bother my sister then?"

"No," she shook her head and poked him again, "she is attempting to get chocolate out of her fiancé's hair."

"You put chocolate in his hair?"

"Seemed like a good idea at the time. Of course… I thought it would cool a little bit before he opened his bedroom door, so his shoulders may be a little tender… I wanted to help them is all!" She insisted while giving his shoulder another good poke.

"How would that help?"

"Some people think it's hot to see the one they care about covered in chocolate cause then they lick it off. Thing is chocolate doesn't completely come off, doesn't matter how much you've licked it. I saw Éowyn as a chocolate person myself," she shrugged her shoulders. "I've been wrong before."

Éomer's eyes widened, "Are you trying to get them to sleep with one another before they are wed?!"

"Of course not!" Danielle laughed. "First of all, I wanted them to be a little more intimate. They have to start making babies as soon as they are married or we might have problems. Besides, Faramir will be too hurt to do anything of an intimate nature with her. Like I said, chocolate was still pretty hot when it dumped on him."

"My sister is going to kill you," Éomer muttered wincing at a poke in the ribs.

"She knew I was going to do this today," Danielle shrugged while she poked him. "She could have warned you guys, but oh no, you people just suck at interrogating guilty looking people."

"She knew you were going to dump things on people and glue people to the ceiling?"

"No," Danielle shook her head. "She knew I was going to pull pranks on people and just down right be annoying. She didn't know exactly what I was going to do. Arwen gave me permission to do so tell the dinner. Except I will continue to bother Boromir, he is sitting next to me after all."

"Why is he marrying you?" Éomer asked. "You're so young, and you have so much to live for, when he is…well…old…er…"

"Watch your tongue," Danielle glared giving him a hard poke in the shoulder. Éomer rubbed it slightly, "You know nothing that has gone on between he and I, and I will so turn you into a toad."

"Can you do that?"

"I'll find a way, cause if there is a will, there will always be a way," Danielle smiled. She continued to poke him then jumped when she heard a shriek, "Oh dear… sounds like someone found the soapy and watery hallway… This should be good!" then she disappeared.


Rhiannan attempted to get up but failed miserably. With in a second the three elves that were chasing her slipped and came sliding right for her. She let out another scream and attempted to get up. Of course that didn't work. The three elves collided into her, leaving a seedy mess behind them and now Rhiannan was wet, covered in seeds, and her knees hurt.

"Where does she come up with these ideas?" Legolas asked while Haldir and Glorfindel tried to help the young half-elf up. She slipped and fell right into Haldir's arms.

"Oof! Sorry," she tried to pull away from Haldir but fell back and into Glorfindel's arms. The elf gave a chuckle, "When we were little she got this prank book from her older brother for her eleventh birthday. Both our parents were about ready kill her by the time she was fifteen, so they took the book away. Of course she found another copy and memorized it."

Haldir glanced up at Glorfindel as the elf attempted to help Rhiannan stand. Legolas looked from one elf to the other and raised an eye brow, "So… She does this when she is bored."

"Or given permission by a certain she-elf who will remain nameless," Rhiannan answered then coughed 'Arwen' before attempting to stand on her own. It didn't really work, she slid and both male elves caught her.

"It's okay, my Lord Glorfindel, I've got her," Haldir insisted, in as polite a manner as he could.

"I would agree, but it seems neither of us can keep her up alone," Glorfindel answered.

Haldir looked at the other elf and their eyes locked, "My Lord, I insist. Lord Elrond will probably wish to speak with you."

"I do not wish to leave the lady to fall again, though," Glorfindel spoke while he put one of Rhiannan's arms around behind his neck, "I don't mind helping."

Haldir pulled Rhiannan to him, "It's fine my lord, I've got it."

"But I insist—"

"Stop it!" Rhiannan told them jerking from both and falling to the floor, "It's fine, I'll crawl," then proceeded to slide on her knees, ruining her dress and toward her room.

"Now look what you've done," Haldir growled.

Glorfindel raised an eye brow, "What I've done? My good Marchwarden, it is not my fault she feels…unsatisfied in your presence. I was merely trying to help, and you seem to think she is now your property."

Legolas glanced at Haldir when he answered, his eyes had narrowed, "Unsatisfied? My Lord, I do not believe it is your place to read into my personal matters."

"I believe it was you who are distancing yourself from her, my friend," Glorfindel insisted. "She admitted it to me last night. Now if you'll excuse me, I must be on my way. I will see you at the dinner tonight."

Haldir glared at the retreating elf lord then looked at Legolas, "What?" he asked the prince.

"You are acting rather strangely," Legolas commented. "I have never seen you even refuse Lord Glorfindel before."

"He was in the wrong place, she is mine to take care of."

Legolas' eye brows raised, "Yours? When did she become yours? As far as I can make out you two have spent little time together since we arrived back from fairy tale land, or whatever that was. I have no interest in the girl, but from what I can tell she is free range. Good day to you my lord."


Note: ooo! Soapy hallway!

Rhiannan: That really hurt, you know. I was totally not expecting that.

Author: Go blame Danielle, she set it up.

Rhiannan: You are the Author of this fic, you made her.

Danielle: Stop whining and go get changed. I don't want you all soapy for my reception dinner.

Rhiannan: (sticks tongue out at her) fine, but I will not be a pleasant maid of honor.

Danielle: Fine, no chocolate strawberries for you!

Rhiannan: They have strawberries! OMG! I LOVE YOU!

Author: Yeah…about that… So…hope you liked it! REVIEW!

Thanks to all my lovely reviewers! I love you! (hands out chocolate Strawberries)

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