A/N: Yikes, I haven't done this in so long I'm forgetting how to write in HTML! Sorry it's been so long everyone, but things are insane at my house! My brother and I are checking out colleges, my dad is finishing the basement (which means periodic shut-offs of power during the evenings) and so much school work it's not even funny. But enough of my problems, you don't really care about them anyway. ;o) Well, Goldilocks was the only fairytale suggested for the next chapter (thank you Kara!), so I guess I shall do that.
Disclaimer: I haven't read Goldilocks in forever, so if I mess up (if that's possible, I don't know) sorry! Also, I own nothing (except a big orange teddy bear) all else belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien and the Brothers Grimm.... wait, did they write Goldilocks? Oh who cares! On with the story!...

Fairytale Invasions!
Chapter 8: Goldilocks... Kind, Lost Child or Kleptomaniac Brat?

The Fellowship sat up and rubbed their eyes groggily. Sleeping in the Mines of Moria was not their idea of an all expense paid vacation... Elrond would pay dearly.
The various members of the Fellowship reached for their packs and began pulling out breakfast... or was it lunch? It was rather hard to tell in the dark.
Pippin reached into his pack, then frowned in confusion. "Merry," he said, "did you take my last apple?"
"No," Merry replied, "did you take my bit of bread?"
Soon other members of the Fellowship began announcing that some of their food was missing too. Gandalf said they must have eaten it and not remembered, being disconcerted by the dark. The Fellowship agreed until Sam piped up uncomfortably.
"Erm, Mr. Gandalf, sir," Sam fumbled. "When I came back to my bed last night after keeping watch, it looked like someone had been sleeping in it."
"That's because you had been sleeping in it Sam," Gandalf said gently.
"No sir, I hadn't," Sam said firmly. "I straightened my blankets before I took watch, and when I came back they were all tousled!"
"Hmm, mine were too," Gimli, who had taken second watch, mused.
"Oh this is nonsense," Boromir huffed. "The dark is getting to us, we are all imagining things! Now let's just -" But Boromir never got to finish his statement because a strangely womanish shriek cut him off. The Fellowship jumped and turned to Legolas who was sitting and staring in shock at something in his hand.
"My hairbrush!" he sobbed. "Someone's been using my hairbrush!"
"How can you tell?" Sam asked, ignoring Gimli's poor attempt to hide his laughter.
"By this!" The Elf helped up a piece of long, curly blond hair.
"Um, Legolas, your hair is blonde," Aragorn said gently.
"But it's not curly!" the indignant Elf snapped.
"Can we just go?!" Boromir interrupted loudly.
With a few grumbles, the Fellowship set off into the darkness. That night when they stopped, Frodo pulled Gandalf aside.
"Gandalf, something was following us, I'm sure of it," Frodo hissed. "I couldn't see it clearly, but it was rather small."
"It must be Gollum," Gandalf said, watching as the Fellowship lay with their packs in plain sight, all unwilling to go sleep. "Don't worry about him, Frodo. Just try to get some sleep."

The Fellowship passed an uneasy night, but they didn't see or hear anything. In the morning, a rather bleary eyed Fellowship reached groggily for the packs.
"Alright, this isn't funny anymore," Merry said angrily. "I know I had some berries left, and they are not here now."
"Hey! My pipe!" Pippin scrambled around frantically. "My pipe's missing! And my pipeweed with it!"
Sam glanced at his pack, then went deathly white. The others crowded around him, trying to keep him from fainting.
"Sam, Sam what's wrong?" Gimli asked sternly.
The poor Hobbit broke down and sobbed, "My pans! My beautiful pans! They're gone! All gone!"
Sure enough, every single one of Sam's precious pans had vanished. Boromir muttered something under his breath, then announced grimly that the sooner they were out of Moria the better. This was met with unanimous agreement.
When the Fellowship stopped to rest, they were all exhausted, and no matter how hard they tried, one by one they all fell asleep. They were awakened some time later by a tormented scream. They all leapt to their feet and saw Frodo scrambling around on the ground franticly.
"Frodo, what's wrong?" Gandalf asked in exasperation.
"My Precious!" Frodo half hissed, half shrieked. "It's taken my Precious!"
"I knew we shouldn't have given it to a Halfling," Boromir muttered, but the next moment he let out a shout. "My horn! Where's my horn?"
Just then they heard Boromir's horn being blown, and it sounded rather close. Instantly the Fellowship bolted towards the noise. Legolas was the first to reach the thief and pounced upon the small figure. A terrified scream sounded from the thief and Legolas grasped it by the collar and held it as far away from his as possible to avoid its flailing limbs.
The others waited (not very patiently) for Gandalf to light his staff, but when he had there was a collective gasp. Legolas held a young girl with blonde, curly hair in two pigtails. The little girl was screaming and twisting every which way.
"Make it stop, please," Legolas said, wincing at the shrieks and the all-too frequently landed punches and kicks.
Gandalf took the girl and held her up so she was looking right in his face. Instantly the girl froze. "Who are you?" Gandalf asked sternly.
The girl swallowed hard than answered, "Goldilocks."
"Have you been taking our things, Goldilocks?" Gandalf asked in a reprimanding tone.
"I didn't mean to!" Goldilocks said quickly. "I got lost and I borrowed some of your food so I wouldn't starve."
"And did you sleep in our beds?" A nod. "Did you take Pippin's pipe and pipeweed?" Goldilocks squirmed but did not respond. "Well?"
"It smelled pretty," the girl said weakly.
"What about Sam's pans? Did you take them too?"
"They're fun to bang on," was the reply.
"Did you use Legolas' hairbrush?"
"My hair was messy." The answer did not seem to please Legolas, who stood braiding his hair and sporting a faint black eye.
"I doubt I have to ask you about Boromir's horn," Gandalf glanced at Boromir who was hugging his horn protectively and... was he talking to it? Gandalf shook his head and turned back to Goldilocks. "And now, last but certainly not least, did you take Frodo's Ring?"
A strange gleam came to Goldilock's eyes, and she did not reply. "Did you take Frodo's Ring?" Gandalf asked again, glaring at the young girl. Goldilocks sighed and nodded.
"Alright, give the Ring back to Frodo," Gandalf ordered, setting the girl down.
Goldilocks reluctantly drew the Ring (still on its chain) out of her pocket. She glanced from it to Frodo and back. She ran her finger over it, the gleam returning to her eyes. "Its shiny," she grinned. Suddenly she began to skip around the Fellowship, swinging the chain and singing, "Shiny things, shiny things..."
Unable to take it anymore, Frodo waited for Goldilocks to pass him, then snatched the Ring from her. He quickly ran to a corner and cowered there, stroking the Ring and muttering, "Preciousss..."
Choosing to ignore Frodo for the moment, Gandalf caught Goldilocks and made her face him. "Alright, where are the rest of the things?"
Goldilocks pouted, but pointed to a large rock, in front of which was piled Sam's pans, Pippin's pipe, and the pipeweed. Sam and Pippin quickly rushed over and happily collected their belongings.
"Alright Miss, now what do you say?" Aragorn asked sternly.
Goldilocks frowned. "I just borrowed them."
"Wrong answer!" Legolas grinned. "May I, Gandalf?"
The wizard thought for a moment. "Oh, alright, go ahead."
With a squeal of glee, Legolas snatched Goldilocks and sat down on the large rock. "Time to learn some manners!" the Elf said cheerfully. The dark mines of Moria were filled with Goldilocks' pained cries as she received a good spanking.

**Cackles evilly** I always thought she needed a spanking. I mean, she breaks into the poor bears' house, eats their food, breaks their chair, sleeps in their beds, then bolts with out saying thank you or sorry! Tisk tisk. Ah well, I think it had a happy ending. This chapter was a lot longer than the others, I hope I can make this a trend.... **brings out plate of warm cookies** Careful! The chocolate chips are still a bit hot. ;o) Now, please tell me what you thought, and don't forget to suggest the fairytale for the next chapter!