An- First off may we say that we cannot believe we are here right now. LOL. I think we all have trouble letting go...and we totally blame a few reviewers; if you hadn't brought up the idea of the whole DVD extra/ appendeix thing, we never would have thought about it! But here you went and gave us an excuse to keep up LOTR 2003, and how could we not take it? Of course, there are a few things different here; for starters, it's stuff from the entire series, and it's all the little parts we either didn't think up the first time around, or stuff we left out to save time (or becasue the extended version of the movie hadn't come out yet lol). There's also going to be stuff from aftet where 'The Final Journey' left off (as per request). There's also some rewrites becasue I couldn't stop twitching as I read them (lovely gr.8 writing and all). For now they'll be in some sort of cronological order, but that may not last. Also, there is no set amount of 'chapters'; if something comes to us, we'll write it, and that goes for how much we'll 'update' too. There's no set pattern here on this one. Oh, and in order to avoid confusion, there will be a little note somewhere on the page about why/what this 'chapter' is about.
Now, onto this post in particular; as the title says, it is the dance from the first story re-written. There are many things that I thought needed to be updated with this part; we wrote this as thriteen year olds who were trying to protray seventeen year olds. I think we did pretty good for our time, but now that we're quite a bit older (and can say the word 'sex' without giggling for that matter) I thought I'd give it another go. And yes I am the only one who rewrote this, including the other girls' parts. I tried to change theirs as little as possible, but I need y'all to know that their interuptations might have been a little different! Now enjoy!
Chapter Seven
"Do you have a Green Dragon here?" Merry's curious voice brought Erin out of her thoughts (which seemed to be filled with Frodo as of late).
"A wha-" Erin began to ask, but then the answer came to her, "oh, you mean a bar?"
At the mention of the word bar Niori looked up and focused in on the conversation.
"We have quite a few," Erin replied, "but I'm fairly certain that none of them are called The Green Dragon."
"Nope," Niori piped up as the resident expert in local bars,
"Well can we go?" Merry asked after there was silence.
Erin actually burst out laughing.
"We have this thing called legal age here in Canada, and you don't look it; you Hobbits look like kids, and us girls are underage."
"So that's a no?" Merry asked in a disappointed voice.
Erin just shook her head.
Thank God, because Erin hated bars.
"You know, there's actually a dance going on at the centre tonight," Jane cut in after she heard the tail end of the conversation, "we could always hit that. We could just say that we're showing visiting…family, around. There is no age limit, so we could say we're 'babysitting' family who has nothing else to do."
"It will get us out of the house…" Erin said, weighing the potential for fun against the potential for problems (maybe even disaster).
"I'm sure the others don't really want to go, and they'd watch the Hobbits…" Niori ventured.
While Erin hated bars, Niori practically lived in them.
"No," Jane and Erin both replied flatly.
Niori looked even more disappointed than Merry as she grumbled under her breath about Thursdays being ladies night.
"Let's go tell the others," Erin spoke, "and then go get dressed."
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After two hours of waiting in the living room, the Fellowship was getting extremely irritated and tired of waiting for the girls.
"How long does it take to get changed?" muttered Aragorn.
"For these four," Legolas yawned, "it seems forever."
Finally, after ten more minutes of waiting, the first of the four girls came down the stairs in a very model like manner.
Erin came first; she had her normally straight hair crimped, and wore the tiniest bit of pinkish makeup. She had on a navy blue pair of hip hugger jeans and a spaghetti strap, pink tank top that had 'Angel' written across the chest.
Next, Jane came elegantly down the stairs. Her hair was put up in a mass of curls. She wore silver eye shadow that made her eyes stand insanely out. Her outfit consisted of a tight pair of black flare jeans with sparkly stars up the side and a dark red tube top, supporting a giant green, pink and blue butterfly in the middle.
After Jane came Carla. Her long, dark hair tumbled over her shoulders and down her back opposed to a bouncy pony tail. She only wore the most natural coloured makeup, but her normally tomboyish clothes were replaced by a thick strap black tank top that went perfectly with the loose pair of light blue jeans.
Last but not least, Niori descended the stairs. Her normally mess of wavy curls had been straightened and flipped out at the ends and her make up was dark, giving her a smoky, femme fatal look. She wore a tight jean skirt that reached mid thigh at most. To go with the skirt, she wore a purple halter top that cut off to reveal her small stomach. Unlike the rest of them, she wore stiletto sandals the same colour if her shirt.
For fun, when she got to where the others were, she did a spin and then a pose. Then she stood with the other three, waiting for the Fellowship's reaction.
The Fellowship members were completely dumbfounded.
"That's right," Erin spoke with a laugh when they were silent, "we clean up real good."
"What are you talking about? I look this good all of the time."
"Of course Niori," Jane rolled her eyes and then checked her watch, "Let's go!"
Everyone piled into Carla's van and Niori's car and headed for the dance.
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At the dance, Erin found herself somehow sitting on the bleachers, alone with Frodo. Both sat there a little awkwardly, trying to start a conversation that ended up trailing off into silence.
It had never been this bad when someone else was there…only now that they were alone. Because she knew herself, Erin could pinpoint exactly what was happening; she could be relaxed and flirty normally, but when she was alone with a guy she really cared for she felt uncomfortable.
That meant that she liked Frodo. Really liked him.
"I'm…going to get punch…"
Frodo nodded and she got up to walk across the dance floor. As she made her way across, Erin looked around to locate her other friends.
The other three Hobbits were dancing a crazy jig at one end of the gym with Jane half watching them as she talked to a few girls from their school. Carla sat with the other Fellowship members at a table, looking bored. Niori of course was out dancing, surrounded by her usual crowd of guys, all undoubtedly hoping to get lucky. In fact, Niori was the only one who seemed to be having a good time.
Erin poured punch into two glasses and then made her way back to where Frodo still sat, greeting people she knew as she went.
"Here you go," she said as she handed the plastic cup filled with pink liquid.
Frodo took it and took a sip. Erin sat down and downed her drink in one gulp.
It had a strange taste to it, but Erin quickly put that fact to the back of her mind.
God she felt nervous.
She was about to suggest that they go join the others when Frodo spoke.
"This is good…am I allowed to have more?"
"Of course," Erin replied, going on the punch run again.
The trek across the gym was repeated a dozen times, and with each glass Erin felt herself beginning to relax. Not only was the tension flooding out of her, but Erin was beginning to feel down right giddy.
She was laughing at every little thing, and found that Frodo was doing the same thing. Soon enough, they were both roaring at something completely foolish that the other had said.
"Anyway this one time…" Erin spoke, her voice becoming giggly as her mind shot off in a completely different direction, "…did I tell you how sexy you look?"
"A few times," was Frodo's also giddy reply.
Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration; she had said that? When? And why couldn't she remember?
Actually, as she tried to really force herself to concentrate, she realized that everything was kind of fuzzy.
"This punch is really good," Erin rambled on.
"Yeah," Frodo said.
Out of nowhere Frodo grabbed onto Erin's hand and pulled her out onto the dance floor. He began to do a Hobbit jig with her, and she was laughing so hard that she was almost doubled over.
Suddenly she felt faint and dizzy. Erin swayed on her feet, her mind going hazy as she did.
Someone was there, holding her up. Erin blinked a few times until her eyes could focus again. Jane was standing there, holding her arm to steady her.
"Erin?" she asked, "What's wrong?"
"I feel dizzy…" Erin murmured, her voice dazed.
Without a word Jane led Erin back to the bleachers and sat her down. Frodo followed, almost tripping once but managing to make it. He flopped down beside her and without realizing what he was doing, leaned his head on Erin's shoulder.
Jane gave them a strange look before she spoke.
"Just sit down awhile Erin."
"Can I have more punch?" Erin asked, barely registering what Jane had said as she shoved her empty glass in her direction.
"Sure…" Jane replied, a little suspicious as she left.
Yet again it was just Erin and Frodo.
"I like you Frodo…" she whispered, fully aware of how close he was.
"I like you too…" Frodo replied, fully aware of just how revealing Erin's shirt was.
Frodo lifted his head off of her shoulder and leaned up to kiss her on the lips. Erin jerked away, nearly falling over.
Tears actually swarmed his eyes as he stammered.
"I'm sorry…you said…"
"No! It's not that!" Erin reassured him, "You just look too young! I don't want to get arrested!"
Frodo looked confused, but Erin didn't have enough mind to explain the concept of legal age or child molestation.
"But I want to kiss you…" Frodo continued softly.
Erin wanted him to kiss her too.
"We need somewhere more private. Let's go…"
So she took hold of Frodo's hand and walked out with him, her heart hammering in anticipation of that kiss he had promised her.
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Jane was beginning to get an idea of what was wrong with Erin. In order to test her theory, Jane took a sip of the punch she had just poured…and then spit it out immediately.
"Eww, someone spiked the punch!"
Then she realized that if Erin and Frodo had been drinking it for the past two hours, it meant that the others might have been too.
"Hey!" she called over to the table where most of them were at, "Did you guys have any punch?"
In response to her question, Jane received a few drunken yells. It was then that Jane saw the large pile of punch cups that had littered the table beside them.
"Oh no," Jane moaned, covering her mouth, "They're all drunk!"
She looked around frantically for where her other friends could be. Erin and Frodo were gone and Niori and Carla were nowhere to be seen.
"Oh my God," Jane moaned, "I have to find them! A drunk Niori, Carla and Erin I can handle, but not the complete Fellowship!"
Jane knew that she had to get them all out of there, and fast. Before they managed to get into some sort of trouble.
After five minutes of almost frantic searching Jane found Carla in the girls' washroom; she was in a screaming match with one of the girls from their school (something about being a stuck up bitch). Just as Carla looked ready to swing at the other girl, Jane grabbed onto her arm and began to drag her away.
"Hey!" Carla cried, "What'd you do that for!"
Without answering, Jane continued to pull Carla out of the centre, across the parking lot and into the van.
"Stay here," Jane commanded as she sat Carla down on one of the seats, "do not move."
Carla nodded with a stupid grin on her face. Then she began to look up at the ceiling of the van.
"Hey!" she exclaimed, her words slurred, "The sky is green and fuzzy!"
Jane almost fell over from laughter; oh yes, Carla was so drunk!
Still laughing Jane went to round up the rest of her friends. Much to Jane's luck and answered prayers, all of the Fellowship members had congregated at one table. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at how nosily and ridiculous they all sounded. It was one thing for Carla to be acting like a drunk idiot, but the Fellowship?
Okay, Jane could see the Hobbits and Gimli, and maybe even Boromir, but Aragorn and Legolas? Come on!
You would have thought they would have high levels of tolerance. Apparently not.
"Okay guys," Jane spoke when she reached them, "time to go."
When they all seemed to ignore her, Jane tried again.
"Seriously guys, let's go."
They still paid Jane no mind, and that pissed her off.
"You all will get up right now!" she cried, "Do it now! MOVE!"
That got their attention.
Despite their grumbled and protests, all seven of them did exactly what Jane told them. She marched them all to the van with Carla.
"Stay here or so help me God…" Jane left the warning open because in truth she had no idea what she could do let alone what she would do.
Apparently they all decided that Jane's threat wasn't an idle one, because none of them as much as argued.
It was on her way back inside that Jane realized that she had another big problem; the van was big, but it wouldn't hold all of them. It had taken the van plus Niori's car to get everyone here in the first place. Jane was the only sober one so the car was useless to her.
"Damnit…" Jane groaned as she rubbed her temples.
She'd have to find a way to fit everyone in, because she had to take pretty much everyone. The girls she could leave, but not the Fellowship…that would just end badly.
Jane re-entered the building and once again started looking for her remaining three friends. She searched the bleachers high and low for Erin and Frodo, but after fifteen minutes gave up; Erin was a big girl who could take care of herself, and she would watch out for Frodo in the process.
And all Jane planned to give Niori was a quick once over; it was weird that Niori hadn't told them that she was leaving, which was what she always did, but that was probably had happened. It wasn't unusual for Niori to go out and then end up going home with someone, and Jane had seen the guy Niori was causally seeing earlier.
Just as she was about to leave Jane realized that Niori was still there.
The other girl was standing against the back wall of the building and not surprisingly she was with a guy. Of course Jane was going to ask if Niori wanted a ride back to Carla's even though she figured she already knew the answer. When she saw who the particular guy was, Jane was determined to get Niori out of there.
His name was Anthony, and instead of Niori's current beau he was a previous one. One who had hurt her real bad; not only had he cheated on her, but then tried to make it seem like it was her fault. With the next breath he had suggested that they head back to his place for old times sake.
He hadn't been pleased when Niori had given him a bloody nose instead.
So the fact that Niori was standing there him inch one hand up her shirt and the other down her skirt told Jane that Niori was drunk drunk, not her usual Saturday night on the town drunk.
"Excuse me," Jane grabbed onto Niori's arm when she reached them and glared at Anthony, "we're leaving!"
"Hey…" Niori began to protest, sounding just a little bit woozy.
"Hey!" Anthony snapped as he latched onto Niori's other arm, "Niori just happens to be enjoying my company."
That completely enraged Jane.
"You son of a bitch! The only reason she hasn't killed you yet is because she's completely hammered! You cheated on her!"
"That's right…" Niori said to herself, her brows furrowed as she seemed to be remembering that fact.
"Clearly that's in the past, otherwise I wouldn't have her up against this wall now would I? Oh, I get it," his voice grew smug, "you want me for yourself; I must say Jane, I've never seen you as my type, but you do have potential. Or better yet, maybe you'd like to join Niori and I."
Jane was too embarrassed and too furious to form words. She did find herself able to pull back her hand to slap him, but Niori got there before her.
Instead of slapping, Niori just balled up her fist and decked him. Anthony staggered back, letting go of Niori's arm in the process.
"Never talk to her like that!" Niori hissed.
Jane could almost smile; as tanked as Niori was, she still had enough senses to stand up for Jane's virtue.
Too bad she didn't have enough senses to be able to walk right.
Jane put her arm around Niori's waist and helped her out to the van. Thankfully everyone else had stayed there, and all Jane had to do was get Niori to sit one someone's (and of course, Legolas half volunteered and Niori half insisted) lap and then get in the driver's seat and then they were good.
If the police stopped them Jane was so screwed with her month old licence.
Please don't let me get pulled over, she prayed as she started the engine, and please God don't let everyone get back and destroy Carla's house! She'll kill me!
Chapter Eight
Jane got everyone home in one piece and managed to do so without getting a ticket.
As soon as the car was parked Carla managed to stumble into the house. Legolas and Aragorn, who were a little less drunk than everyone else, helped keep Niori onto her feet and into the house with out falling themselves. Boromir and Gimli made it of their own accord, and Jane had to spend five minutes coaxing the Hobbits inside, telling them had the house was indeed much more comfortable than the van.
Once she pushed the Hobbits through the door, Jane was horrified by what she saw in the front hall.
Apparently Legolas or Aragorn (she didn't know which one) had let go of Niori's side, and suddenly without support on one side she had toppled over. On the way down she took down a table and shattered a vase in the process.
Thankfully Niori avoided injury…but then Carla realized that her cousin had broken the vase, which was apparently very expensive and her mother's, she had thrown a screaming fit.
"You idiot! That was my dead grandmother's!"
"Blame him!" Niori cried back, pointing at Aragorn, "He dropped me!"
Carla turned her anger on him.
"You idiot!" she started again, looking like she was planning to take a swing at him.
"GUYS!" Jane cried and pulled Carla off to the side and away from both Niori and Aragorn.
Of course while Jane had been defusing one situation another one had arisen; on their way to the living room the three Hobbits had walked over the broken vase.
They all howled in pain as the pieces went into their feet. Jane rushed to their sides trying to figure out what to do with them.
"Sit down!" she told them as they continued to cry out.
Frantically Jane rushed to the bathroom and ripped open the medicine cabinet. She rummaged around, not caring that things were falling out; she deal with clean up later.
When she finally found the iodine and cloth bandages she was searching for she almost sighed in relief. Almost, but she was too busy running back through the house to feel relief.
Thankfully the Hobbits were still sitting to the hallway when she got back, though the rest had disappeared. She'd worry about them later, because right now she had to stop the Hobbits from getting anymore blood on Carla's floor.
"Hold still!" she ordered Merry when she began to pull glass out and he started to squirm.
He didn't listen to her and when the glass was out and she rubbed iodine on, Merry howled again and instantly kicked out.
The kick landed on her chin and sent Jane back onto her butt. She was stunned for a moment, and then just looked at Merry like she couldn't believe he had done it.
He had kicked her in the freaking face.
"It hurt…" Merry babbled, skipping over the whole apology part.
That made Jane very angry.
"You will sit there and not make a sound until I finish," she growled, "all three of you, or I swear…"
The Hobbit gulped, believing Jane's threat once again, even though she once again had no idea what it would have been.
"Got it?"
They all nodded and Jane went back to work.
They continued to squirm, but none of them said a word or kicked again. Ten minutes later Jane was done and satisfied that all of the glass was out and that their feet were wrapped well enough that they wouldn't leave blood stains all over the place.
Now Jane had to clean up that glass before anyone else stepped on it.
"Stay sitting here," Jane commanded.
This time when Jane got to her feet it was to rush to the kitchen. The first thing she did when she got there was scrub her hands with scalding water and dish soap.
Her mother was a nurse; the need to sterilize was imprinted in her mind, especially when it came to blood.
After her hands were scrubbed red Jane went for the broom and dust pan. She carried them back to the front hall and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the Hobbits were still sitting there.
She began to sweep up the broken pottery but another crash, this time from the living room, pierced the air. The broom and dust pan were dropped instantly as she took off in that direction.
She skidded into the living room and almost tripped over an over turned chair. She lifted it up and put it back on its feet, knowing that someone would end up falling over it if she didn't. Then she looked up to see what the current crisis was.
Jane didn't know why, but it seemed to her that, for some probably incredibly stupid reason, Carla had pushed Boromir. He had landed on a small end table, and his impact made it splinter and crack.
Why did Carla's house have to be filled with breakable items?
Boromir of course hadn't appreciated it, and was about ten seconds from drawing his sword…
What! Jane screamed, We took their weapons away! How did he get that back!
"Okay," Jane cried, jumping between Carla and Boromir before anyone got killed, "both of you calm down."
By now Boromir had his sword out, and fear was tracing through her heart; putting herself in front of that sword was probably one of her most idiotic ideas.
"Okay…" she stammered a little, her eyes trained on the blade, "why don't you put that sword away…"
He made no move to do so, and Carla making funny faces at him wasn't helping.
"Please?" Jane asked in small, nervous voice.
Why did this have to be happening to her?
Her almost begging voice made Boromir finally look at her. Seeing her frightened face made him re-sheath his sword and grumbled a few words Jane couldn't make out.
"Now you could stand over there," Jane managed to pull Carla to the other side of the room without a fight, "and you just stay in the other one and then just don't talk to each other."
While this whole confrontation had been going on Gimli and Aragorn, who were sitting on the couch, had been laughing their asses off. Now that the situation was defused, their laughter just irritated her.
"Do you think this is funny!" she cried angrily, and the response was only another burst of laughter.
Jane gave another cry of frustration and stormed out of the room; she still had to finish cleaning up the broken wood. Then she'd have to move onto the broken wood in the living room. She just hoped that she wouldn't have to clean up anyone's vomit. Jane had done the whole hold a friend's hair back (obviously Niori) before, and she never wanted to do it again.
When she got back to the hall she saw two things; the glass that she had swept up was in a neat little pile, and the three Hobbits who had sat beside it were gone.
Groaning, Jane finished cleaning up the glass, wondering where they had gone. On that front, she wondered where Niori was, because she hadn't been in the living room with the others. But then again Legolas hadn't been there either, so she probably didn't want to know where Niori was.
With all of the vase in the dust pan Jane took it and broom back to the kitchen. On the way she found Niori and Legolas, who miracle of miracles, were both still clothed.
They were sitting on the stairs and she was sitting on his knee, leaning in and whispering something in his ear. From the way his face moved systemically from embarrassment to being pleased, Jane figured that Niori was planting some very suggestive ideas.
"Okay seriously!" Jane said in exasperation, and they both looked at her, "Carla will kill you if you have sex in her house!"
Niori's face fell in disappointed "Way to ruin my fun.'
"Carla will kill me if she finds out I let you have sex in her house."
"Fine then," Niori grumbled in the voice of a five year old who just got their candy taken away.
"Off," when Niori made no move to do so, Jane hauled her off of Legolas's lap, "I don't care what you do; a strip tease, talk dirty or whatever your sexually twisted little mind can come up with, but hands off."
Legolas started to reply, but Jane just shot him a look.
"I'm not talking to you," she informed him, "I'm talking to her."
Niori just grinned like she was proud of that fact.
Jane rolled her eyes before she walked away. She had doubts that Niori would do as she was told, but she'd worry about that later (like many things at the moment). She had to get back to damage control .
When she finally got into the kitchen, she stopped and almost screamed again.
The Hobbits had found their way to the kitchen while she had been in the living room, and now they were sitting on the counters. They were passing around a can, and when Jane squinted to see the label, her eyes widened in horror.
It was the coffee beans she thought Niori had hidden away after her cup of coffee this morning. And they were munching on them as though they were popcorn.
She threw the broken vase, dust pan and all, into the garbage can and then crossed the room. She yanked the can out of Pippin's hands. To her utter dismay she realized that the can was empty, and it had been half full this morning.
Oh great; now not only were the Hobbits drunk, but they were going to be on a caffeine high.
Could this night get any worse?
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Back in the living room, Carla was still sulking in her corner. Boromir and Aragorn were laughing for some unknown reason and Gimli had disappeared.
The phone rang, and since it was on her 'side' of the room, Carla answered it on the third ring.
"What do you want!" she snapped into the receiver.
There was a gasp on the other end of the line, "Carla!"
Carla smiled "Oh hi mommy."
"You're supposed to say that at the beginning of the conversation."
"Okay mommy…"
"I'm calling because I know your father and I are supposed to come home next Saturday," Carla nodded even though her mother couldn't see her do it, "well, that's not going to happen; your aunt got sick-"
"Is she dying?" Carla interrupted abruptly, "Will she leave us any money?"
"Carla Dawn Birchell!" her mother cried, "What has gotten into you! And no, your aunt is not dying. But your father and I are going to be staying down here for awhile to help her out. I trust that you will be able to take care of yourself."
"Okay mommy," Carla said and then giggled, "do you want to know a secret mommy? Well a whole bunch of guys fell out of my closet…and they're here too…I'm taking care of them! Oh, and we need a new vase…and TV. But that's not my fault! They took their swords and killed it! And Jane, Erin and Niori are here too…well, not right now. Erin is with a little one and I think Jane went away after she put me in my corner so he wouldn't kill me with his sword. I don't know where Niori is, but I should go find her before she does something bad with Elf-boy…"
"WHAT! What are you talking about!"
Carla laughed for a minute and then through her laughter continued "I don't know…but I want to go now. I'm very sleepy right now. I think something else just broke in the kitchen. He really is cute…but I don't know if I'd bang him. Anyway, Niori would be very mad if I did…she's possessive of the guys she sleeps with…every last one of them. Hey mommy, did you know the sky is green a fuzzy?"
Over the phone you could hear Carla's mother's frantic and angry screams.
Jane came out of the kitchen and saw Carla practically jumping up and down while she spoke to someone on the phone.
"Carla!" Jane cried and dived towards her friend, "Who are you talking to!"
Jane wrenched the receiver from Carla's strong grip "go away Carla…Hi Mrs. Birchell!"
Jane could hear Carla's mom's panicked voice on the other end of the line "What's going on! Are there men there! What's wrong with Carla!"
"Well uh," Jane thought quickly, "Carla had a lot of…caffeine…she's just really hyper. You know how she gets. Uh no, there are no men here!"
At that very moment, Boromir yelled something to Aragorn, and of course Carla's mother just had to hear it.
"What was that! Who yelled! Was it those men!"
"NO!" Jane exclaimed, hoping she sounded innocent, "That was just the TV."
Jane looked over at the TV which was currently turned off.
"Well it was a pleasure speaking to you!" Jane yelled into the receiver, "Bye!"
She slammed the phone down and caught a pillow that came flying towards her head.
It's going to he a rough night, Jane thought sadly.
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The next morning Jane found herself awakening on the living room couch, tired from staying up half the night trying to stop her drunken friends from destroying Carla's house. For the most part, she had been successful. She looked around for the others, wondering where everyone had passed out.
She found Aragorn sitting at the dining room table with his head laying on top of it, the Hobbits in various spots on the kitchen floor and shelves, Gimli was in the downstairs hallway and Jane found Boromir slumped against the wall in Carla's walk in closet. In the family room Legolas was sleeping on the floor, arms outstretched, on either side of his arms Niori and Carla lay.
Jane's eyebrows rose at that, but the fact that they were all fully clothed made her not freak out.
Niori had ignored her do not touch rule. But then again, apparently Carla had too.
Jane just sighed and went back to the kitchen, almost tripping on Pippin in the process.
I might as well get the coffee and crackers ready now, Jane though as she shook her head, because when everyone wakes up, they're going to have one hell of a hangover.
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Slowly Niori opened her eyes despite the pounding behind them. The bright light gave her even more of a headache than she already had. Her stomach was already recoiling violently and she hadn't even moved yet. Groaning, she closed her eyes and turned on her side, hoping to bury her head into her pillow.
Instead she found herself curling up against something warm and solid. That made her open her eyes again.
What the hell? Had she gone home with someone? Brendan had been there last night sure, but hadn't he gone home before her?
She sat up and her eyes widened when she realized that the person she was laying against was Legolas.
Jesus Christ, had they had sex?
She looked down at herself and saw that she had all of her clothes on, and then she saw that he did too. Then she noticed Carla on the other side of him, also fully clothes, and she sighed in relief.
Obviously nothing, absolutely nothing, had happened.
Which was good, because Niori was not going to open that can of worms, not where Legolas was concerned. No matter how much she wanted to.
Of course Legolas took that moment to wake up, and the first thing he saw was Niori leaning over and looking down at him. His eyes widened, obviously thinking the same thing she had.
"Don't worry," she told him as she rubbed her temples, "nothing happened."
Legolas looked so relieved that Niori felt a blow to her ego.
"Oh wait!" Niori spoke when Legolas began to sit up, "Carla-"
Legolas hadn't realized that Carla was laying on his other side, so when he sat up Carla's head fell off his arm and banged onto the floor.
Niori winced at the crack that the sound the impact made, and at the thought of how much that was going to hurt on top of the hangover.
"Gah," Carla groaned as she came awake, "I feel like shit…"
Niori could so sympathize at the moment.
Carla sat up on her hunches, and then seemed to become aware of the other people's presence beside her. She looked over, saw Legolas and Niori and like them assumed that something had happened.
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
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Jane jumped a mile when she heard Carla's screamed curse. Apparently, so did Merry; he fell of the kitchen counter and onto Sam. Jane smiled to herself and shook her head, then crammed a piece of toast into her mouth and walked down to the family room.
Coming up behind Jane was the rest of the Fellowship, who had too apparently been awakened by the screams.
When she reached the doorway to the family room, Legolas looked panicked, Carla horrified and Niori was holding her head in her hands.
"Now isn't this cute?" Jane teased, grinning at the three.
"Nothing happened!" was Legolas's furious reply.
"That true Niori?" Jane asked with a smirk.
"Jane," Niori sneered in response, "no amount of alcohol could goad me into a threesome with my freaking cousin."
"Yeah anyway," Jane said, still smirking, "I made breakfast…if any of you guys are hungry."
Her response was a mixture of annoyed groans. Aragorn gagged and ran into the nearest washroom.
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By the afternoon everyone was still feeling horrible. Carla had locked herself in her room, saying if anyone bothered her she'd kill them. Erin and Frodo had come in about eleven, saying that when they had gone out for air the night before and when they came back to the centre everyone was gone so they went to Erin's to crash. Now she was spending most of her time in the washroom throwing up, while Frodo was attempting to make her feel comfortable. The other three Hobbits were asleep on the couch and the rest of the Fellowship was down in the family room.
Jane was in the kitchen making French fries for herself while Niori sat at the table, head in her hands.
"Tequila is the bane of my existence," Niori moaned.
"You know," Jane commented as she got a plate, "for someone who drinks so much you sure can't hold your liquor."
"I'm a beer girl Jane," Niori replied, "I can drink with the best of them, but tequila kills me every time. That's why I don't drink it; I like being the kind of drunk where I still have some sort of control over myself, and don't feel this shitty the next day. I seriously want to kill the person who put it in the punch…"
"Wow I'm glad that I didn't have any," Jane sat down opposite Niori with her fries.
"Screw you Jane," Niori groaned and then was almost sick when she saw Jane's plate of fries.
Jane just stifled laughter.
"Oh my God," Niori moaned abruptly, "please, for the love of all things holy, tell me that I am hallucinating any memories that involve Anthony."
"Do those memories letting him touch all your naughty parts?" Niori looked horrified, "then no, you did not hallucinate."
"Oh fuck," Niori groaned in self disgust.
"Actually," Jane replied matter-of-factly, "I stopped that from happening. You're welcome by the way. Oh, and thank you for hitting him; you could do it harder than I ever could."
"Oh God," Niori groaned again as she remembered something else, "did he suggest a threesome?"
Jane blushed "and that you were gunning for sex for old times sake."
"Egotistical bastard," Niori snorted in disgust, " Believe me if I was gunning for sex for old times sake, I wouldn't go to him; despite what he thinks, I've had way better."
"Too much information Niori; I don't want to think of Anthony in bed at all, good or bad," Jane paused for a moment, "but does that count as cheating? Or anything with Legolas," Niori began to argue that nothing had happened, "I know that nothing actually happened (which Jane knew wasn't completely true, but she wasn't going to tell Niori that), but in theory. I mean, with Brendan and all?"
"Jane," Niori sighed, "in order for it to be cheating Brendan and I would have to be in a real relationship; causal is what we are, and that means openish. We're not just having sex per say, because we do go out on dates and all that, but we're not serious…not really together. So no, it would not be cheating. Fucking stupid yes, but not cheating."
"Do you want it serious?" Jane asked out of curiosity. You could never tell with Niori; she seemed to hate commitment and yet she wanted that one guy to 'love' her.
"I don't know…sometimes yes, sometimes no. I mean, serious doesn't really work out all that well for me now does it? Anthony, case and point. Casual and temporary seems to be working just fine. Sometimes it does go from there, but…I guess right now I'll have to live with the random dates and sex, great sex may I remind you."
Someone cleared their throat from the doorway and Niori and Jane looked over to them. Legolas was sanding there, looking a little awkward.
"Do I even want to know how much of that conversation you heard?"
He just shook his head a little to Niori's question.
"Where did you put my bow?" he asked.
"Why?" Jane asked, plopping another fry into her mouth.
"I want to practice on Carla's targets. Now where is it?"
"Aren't you sick?" Niori questioned.
"Elves rarely are effected by alcohol," Legolas informed them in a matter-of-fact voice, "though what you have here is clearly the exception. But besides that, we never become ill afterwards."
"I hate you," Niori moaned, "I hope the stupid arrow bounces off of the target and hits you. If karma is on my side, that's what you'll get for standing there feeling perfect while I sit here feeling like crap."
"Why you-" Legolas glared at her.
Jane smirked and shot off a comment.
"Aww…how cute! Your first lover's spat!"
Both turned to glare at her.
"I do not like her in that way!"
Niori shot an offended glare at him, which Legolas didn't see.
"Come on now," Jane continued to tease, "you don't have to hide it. We're all friends here."
"Jesus Christ Jane," Niori snapped, finally having enough, "I'd remember; no matter how tanked I am, I always remember when it's good."
"Now Niori," Jane spoke innocently, "if nothing happened, how do you know if it'd be great?"
"Call it an estimated guess."
Both Jane and Niori looked Legolas up and down, appraising him.
"Okay," Jane conceded, "your estimated guess I can see."
Legolas looked completely mortified.
"But I'll have to ask Carla, just to make sure. I mean she was there too…"
"Jane, for the love of God!" Niori cried angrily, jumping to her feet. The sudden motion made her stomach lurch and she knew she was going to throw up.
"Move!" she cried, pushing past Legolas roughly as she ran for the bathroom. A moment later Jane heard the bathroom door slam.
Legolas looked at Jane, and she couldn't help but burst out laughing. He made a noise of frustration and then stormed out of the room.
"Your bow," she cried after him, "is in the downstairs closet!"
She was enjoying this way too much.
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Erin moaned, this hangover worse by far to the few previous ones she had endured. She had just finished vomiting for what seemed to be the millionth time. She figured at most she had five minutes before she was sick again.
"It's alright," Frodo said, rubbing Erin's back.
She was hung over and grumpy and really didn't want him there, but she didn't want to kick him out either.
"Frodo, what if…" she started abruptly and then stopped herself.
"What?" he asked her in concern.
"Nothing," Erin said quickly.
Then they sat in silence.
"You know," Frodo ventured a few moments later, "Sam has been adamant in finding out what happened to me last night."
"We went for a walk, came back and everyone was gone. You passed out and I took you to my place to sleep it off, but only because my place was the closest. That is it, and it will continue to be the story."
"Maybe…" Frodo ventured.
"No!" Erin snapped, "That's exactly what we say happened!"
Frodo looked crestfallen at her tone, and Erin felt bad about her harsh tone.
"Look," she explained, "you don't understand. Do you even know how much Niori will kill us if she figures out it was her car?"
"You're right," Frodo responded.
There was a knock on the door and then Sam's voice spoke.
"Mr. Frodo, are you alright? How is Erin?"
"Fine," Frodo replied.
"You know what," Erin said, "I do feel better; let's just go downstairs."
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An- So you can see where we changed; Of course I went for making it longer and the additions were more or less for character building. When we first started writing we didn't really have a hold on how we wanted our characters to be, so I went back here to have a go at that. Mostly we can see Niori as the party girl, but I threw in more character development for the other girls too (especially Erin).
So, hope you all enjoyed! Cheers!