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Fellowship Of The Fangirls
by TigerBabe aka Syndarys The Elf.

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Disclaimer: I own nothing, I am but a poor student, who lives off beans on toast. Suing me would be pointless... unless you want to deprive me of my beans on toast. However, I have recently been informed that I belong to myself, and all the other members of The Fellowship Of The Fangirls belong to me aswell - including my sister! Cool huh? I actually *own* something! Uhm, dont sue and take them off me?

Authors Notes & Warnings: Shameless self insertion, along with some other people (e.g, my sister, Ivy). Rated PG for possible swearing, and rabid fangirls. Flame if you wish, but flames will just be used to cook my beans on toast. Also, it's based on the movie.

Extra Notes: I've noticed that the "humour" aspect of this fic is going downhill... so this chapter should be a little more amusing - I hope! Enjoy!!

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Chapter 9

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Our decent down the mountain side was uneventful. Silence surrounded our group for the most of the journey, although when we reached the green fields just prior to the forest of Lothlorién, our spirits did rise, however slightly, and the young Hobbit's banter filled the air.

The Hobbits seemed to be making good friends with one another, talking as Hobbits do, about food and family. Even Boromir and Aragorn spoke to Celarwen and Candra for a while, although I think Aragorn likes Candra and Boromir likes Celarwen, which could turn ugly as both have chosen the wrong twin! Gimli and Nalin are sort of talking, but I'm not quite sure if they're anywhere near friends. Chare seems to be taking Gandalf's loss rather well, joining in the converation between the hobbits occationally, and over all she seems quite cheerful. Legolas is paying mind to all conversations, much as I am, and also keeping watch for possible enemy attacks.

As we approached and entered the forest, the chatter died down, leaving only Gimli and Nalin talking. Gimli was going on abouit how quiet we should be, for he heard these woods were dangerous. Nalin lit a cigerette.

"Hey!" I shouted as I snatched the cigerette and lighter from her hands, "I am not about to let you polute these woods, much less draw attention to ourselves - Shut up Gimli! - do you realise how keen Elven senses are?" I tilted my head to one side, and sighed. "Not that it matters how," I said.

I recieved a few looks filled with unspoken questions as to what I meant. "Thanks to the Dwarves incesent chatter, we're surrounded - isnt that right, Haldir?" I turned arround just in time to see him step out from behind a tree along with a dozen other Elves. Even Legolas seemed impressed that I had noticed them.

He nodded in agreement with me, "The Dwarves breathe so loudly we could have shot them in the dark."

"Same could be said for the Hobbits if you gave them half a chance," I replied. My voice turned to a more mischevious tone, "Still cant hide from me, hey Haldir? Tell me, do you still suffer panic attacks while I'm around?"

***FLASHBACK***

A teenage-looking Haldir is tied to a chair, with a horrorfied look on his face. Infront of him, stands a pre-teen Syndarys, with a pair of sissors and an evil glint in her eyes.

"So, you tried to take me to the hairdressers huh?" questions Syndarys.

Syndarys takes a step toward Haldir, and grabs a clump of his hair, and dives in with the sissors.

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Haldir shuddered visible, the responce I was looking for. "My hair never was the same after that!"

I was getting quizzical looks off the other members of both fellowships. I laughed, "Ah, yes, but nevermind that now, for we have more appressing matters to attend to - we wish to see Galadriel, to seek her wisdom and hospitality."

Haldir looked around at everyone else, "And you are?"

"I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn and heir to Gondor, this is Boromir, Frodo, Legolas, Gimli, Sam, Merry and Pippin," he said as he pointed to them each in turn, "And we are the Fellowship Of The Ring."

I spoke up then, "You know who I am, dear cousin, but this is Candra, Celarwen, Chare, Nalin, Ivy, Elanor, Ruby and Bramblerose - we're just tagging along with these guys, I had been meaning to visit Lorién anyway! It's been, what, 500 years or so?"

Haldir seemed to be ignoring me, so I shrugged. "Galadriel is expection you," he motioned to the FOTR, "As for you, I suppose you can come along too, as you are my cousin afterall... just promise you wont try to cut my hair again?" he pleaded.

I smiled, "I promise nothing."

He sighed, defeated, "Ah well, twas worth a try.. come along!"

And with that, he lead us deep into the woods of Lothlorién. Truthfully, I hadnt seen Galadriel, nor set foot in Lorién in over 700 years, not since she kicked me out for trying to dye her hair black... Ah, but that was ages ago, and I was a young and rebellious child. Surely she would have forgiven me by now? I gulped nervously, earning myself odd looks from Legolas, Aragorn, Celarwen, Candra and Boromir, who had been standing nearest to me. I smiled cheerfully, 'yup, everythings going to be just fine...' I thought to myself, as we drew nearer to the village.

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Good? Hmm? R&R!

Second lesson!

Common Questions...

Now, for this lesson, I'm gonna start with the basics of the questions:

How? - Sut?
What? - Mani?
When? - Lire?
Where? - Manke?
Who? - Ya?
Why? - Mankoi?

Also, you'll need to know these:

You - Lle
I, me, my, (just when refering to yourself) - Amin
He - Ro
She - Re
Her, Hers - He
Him, His - Ho
It, it's - Ta
That - Tanya
Them, Their - Sen
They - Ron
This - Sina
We, us, ours - Lye
You, yours (plural) - Llie

Now for some pre-done questions:

How are you? - Sut naa lle?
Are you ready? - Lle desiel?
Do I know you? - Amin sinta lle?
Do you feel well? - Lle tyava quel?
Do you speak Elvish? - Lle quena i'lambe tel' Eldalie?
What's your name? - Mani naa essa en lle?
What happened? - Mani marte?
What are you doing? - Mani nae lle umien?
What is it? - Mani naa ta?
Where are you from? - Manke naa lle tuulo'?
Where are we/you going? - Manke naa lye/lle autien?
Who are you? - Ya naa lle?
Why do you want to know? - Mankoi lle irma sint?

And there we have it... thats all I can do at the moment, cuz I'm starting to get cramp in my fingers... C'ya next time!