"I'm tired of listening to Hungry Boy sing dirty serenades." Pixie said quite tiredly and kicked Frodo in his sleep just because.

"I think it is payback time!" Legolas said and began to whisper his plan to Pixie so as not to wake anyone up.

In the morning the Fellowship encircled the sleeping Frodo and the muttering Pippin. Everyone tried to control themselves and not laugh as Pixie and Legolas sprayed whipped cream into the Hobbits hands.

"This is a classic!" Boromir whispered excitedly.

"Now!" Legolas commanded Gandalf.

Gandalf took the giant goose feathers and tickled Frodo's and Pippin's nose.

Pippin and Frodo hit themselves in the face and smothered sweet white froth on their little Hobbit cheeks.

"Ow! I got some in my eye!" Frodo shot up from his sleep. "It's disgusting!" he yelled.

"I rather like it." Pippin commented. "I haven't eaten anything sweet in a long time." he said as he licked the tip of his nose. Pippin continued to scrape the whipped cream off his face and eat it.

"Serves you right Nice Boy!" Legolas yelled triumphantly and did a little victory dance.

The fellowship continued rolling around laughing until midday when all their stomachs got sore and they had to resume their journey.

Pippin continued to run between Legolas and Pixie the whole day hoping that he would get an onion or whipped cream. Or better yet an onion COVERED in whipped cream.

"We'll get revenge on them," Sam whispered to Frodo who was still fuming. "I promise Mr. Frodo."

"I don't like the looks of that Wise Guy." Pixie said to Legolas as she eyed Sam suspiciously. "What's he saying?"

"Visitor coming." Legolas said as Pippin once again ran up to them.

"Oh, it's you Hungry Boy." Pixie said. "What do you want? And onion?"

Pippin nodded like a good puppy dog.

"What is Sam saying to Nice Boy?" Legolas asked Pippin.

"I don't know Mr. Elf, sir! I just want an onion or whipped cream!" Pippin begged.

"Tell us what he is saying and I'll give you an onion." Pixie said. Whatever it takes, she thought, even if it meant asking Hungry Boy for help.

"Anything for an onion!" Pippin ran back to Sam and Frodo.

"So?" Legolas asked as Pippin ran back.

"They were saying something about taking revenge on Legolas and Crazy Girl. Something to do with sleeping in. I don't know. Wait! You're Legolas! And you're Crazy Girl!" Pippin said in astonishment.

"That's right. And if you tell anyone what we asked you to do there'll be hell. Actually it will be worse than hell. There will be no more onions!" Pixie warned.

"I won't Miss! I promise Sir! Can I have my onion now!" Pippin pleaded with all his might.

"I suppose." Pixie said reluctantly.

If Pippin had a puppy dog tail it would certainly be wagging with joy right now.

"Where did you get that onion?" Merry asked in jealousy.

"No where." Pippin said plainly.

"Wait. I'm going to and try get a Brussel Sprout." Merry said and ran off to Aragorn.

"Sir? Sir can I have a Brussel Sprout?" Merry held out his hand to Aragorn.

"Why?" Aragorn asked.

"Because Pippin has one."

"So if Pippin jumped into Shadow would you do it too?" Aragorn asked in a motherly fashion.

"No sir I wouldn't sir. I just want a Brussel Sprout."

"Do you think I'm made of Brussel Sprouts?" Aragorn scolded.

"No sir." Merry recoiled back in fear.

"Just give him the damn Brussel Sprout so he will shut his trap!" Boromir yelled.