**Mean while, in the kitchen**
"Sam, what you doing?" Frodo asked curiously as the seemingly four year old hobbit opened a lower cabinet, crawling inside.
"Hiding from big people. don't like scarey thing they made us watch."
"They was creepy," Pippen agreed. "Like dragons...only worser."
"Pippen, try this," Merry called from the counter top, rolling and uncooked pasta shell in some Prego sauce, which he had poured out in front of him. "Its good." Pippen abandonded his raid of under the sink, where several pans had been discovered and removed, and clammered on to the counter with the aide of a kitchen stool, sitting opposite of Merry. But Pippen seemed more interested in wearing the sauce then eating it and in a matter of seconds he had covered himself, and Merry in it.
In front of the fridge a six year old Celeborn and a five year old Galadriel had found a box of ho-ho's, a treat that not even a full grown adult can eat without getting messy, and the two were messy with chocolate. Elrond, three and a half, had found the left over birthday cake. The child-elf wasn't eating it, but simply having a great time mashing it...until Sarumon and Gandalf took started in with it, throwing chunks of the white cake at each other. Neither had gotten over the "pizza incident".
And then there was Legolas and Gimli...the two had been opening jars of this and boxes of that in a competition to see who could find the best item. They had oepened everything they could possibly find...except the flour jar. Four year old Gimli circled, growling at the five and a half blonde Elf, who sneered back at the dwarf. Both lunged for the jar, grabbing hold of it at the same time.
"Its mine!"Gimli shouted, yanking the jar in his direction.
"Nuh-uh, its mine!" Legolas argued, pulling it back his way.
"Mine!"
"Mine!"
"MINE!"
Suddenly the jar tipped sideways, spilling its contents all over Frodo, who now loked very similiar to a Russian Tea Cake (A/N: its a type of cookie rolled in powdered sugar for thos who don't know). "Ahhh!' he yelped. Legolas and Gimli both laughed, then started in on throwing flour at each other...but they eneded up hitting themselves more than each other.
"Oh bloody hell," Sari gasped when she walked in on the mess. "They;ve destroyed almost every edible thing in the house and now we have to give them baths."
"We?" Cora asked skeptically.
"Yes we," Sari replied. "Or else I'll tell a certain someone by the name of Michael about those pictures taped above your bed."
"You wouldn't!"
"I would."
"I'll go get the bath water ready," she wimpered, running up the stairs.
All of the children had stopped what they were doing, aside from an occasional bite of this or that, and were eyeing Sari and Angel, like demons ready to strike. "This looks like it could be a scene from a horror movie."
"What, like, Attack of the Killer Babies?" Sari asked with a nervous laugh. "Okay, now we just have to get them to take baths."
"Um, Sari...the majority of them are boys," Angel pointed out awkwardly. "Actually, all of them except one are boys."
"Well, uh...anyone that is older then six should be able to take a shower without our help, and that's most of them...the rest we can help and its just like giving a baby a bath," Sari explained.
"No bath!" came a shriek from around the corner. "No bath!" It was Aragorn. In his hands was what Sari saw as the most terrifying of things. In his hands, open, was a jar of coffee.
"Aragorn," Sari began, attempting to control a fit that so terribly wanted to come out. "Aragorn, put that down."
"Why?" asked the five year old deviously.
"Because I said so."
"Why?" The other children giggled. Aragorn made his way to the sink.
"Put that down now, or you'll be given a time out," Sari growled.
"That's not going to-"
"Can it, Angel," Sari interrupted. "Aragorn, as your babysitter I'm telling you to put that coffee down!"
"Okay," he said with mock innocense. He tippped the jar over, dropping it in the sink, and with a flash of lighting he turned the water on and ran. Everyone else began to laugh hysterically as the coffee was washed away down the drain.
Sari watched in shock and horror as her caffiene, her source of life, was washed away. "Hey guys the water's ready!' Cora called, walking into the kitchen. "Guys?" Angel quickly whispered what had just happened. "Uh-oh..."
"That's it!' Cora yelled, making everyone jump. "No more miss nice babysitters! You're all going to get baths, and that little cretan goes first!"
"Sam, what you doing?" Frodo asked curiously as the seemingly four year old hobbit opened a lower cabinet, crawling inside.
"Hiding from big people. don't like scarey thing they made us watch."
"They was creepy," Pippen agreed. "Like dragons...only worser."
"Pippen, try this," Merry called from the counter top, rolling and uncooked pasta shell in some Prego sauce, which he had poured out in front of him. "Its good." Pippen abandonded his raid of under the sink, where several pans had been discovered and removed, and clammered on to the counter with the aide of a kitchen stool, sitting opposite of Merry. But Pippen seemed more interested in wearing the sauce then eating it and in a matter of seconds he had covered himself, and Merry in it.
In front of the fridge a six year old Celeborn and a five year old Galadriel had found a box of ho-ho's, a treat that not even a full grown adult can eat without getting messy, and the two were messy with chocolate. Elrond, three and a half, had found the left over birthday cake. The child-elf wasn't eating it, but simply having a great time mashing it...until Sarumon and Gandalf took started in with it, throwing chunks of the white cake at each other. Neither had gotten over the "pizza incident".
And then there was Legolas and Gimli...the two had been opening jars of this and boxes of that in a competition to see who could find the best item. They had oepened everything they could possibly find...except the flour jar. Four year old Gimli circled, growling at the five and a half blonde Elf, who sneered back at the dwarf. Both lunged for the jar, grabbing hold of it at the same time.
"Its mine!"Gimli shouted, yanking the jar in his direction.
"Nuh-uh, its mine!" Legolas argued, pulling it back his way.
"Mine!"
"Mine!"
"MINE!"
Suddenly the jar tipped sideways, spilling its contents all over Frodo, who now loked very similiar to a Russian Tea Cake (A/N: its a type of cookie rolled in powdered sugar for thos who don't know). "Ahhh!' he yelped. Legolas and Gimli both laughed, then started in on throwing flour at each other...but they eneded up hitting themselves more than each other.
"Oh bloody hell," Sari gasped when she walked in on the mess. "They;ve destroyed almost every edible thing in the house and now we have to give them baths."
"We?" Cora asked skeptically.
"Yes we," Sari replied. "Or else I'll tell a certain someone by the name of Michael about those pictures taped above your bed."
"You wouldn't!"
"I would."
"I'll go get the bath water ready," she wimpered, running up the stairs.
All of the children had stopped what they were doing, aside from an occasional bite of this or that, and were eyeing Sari and Angel, like demons ready to strike. "This looks like it could be a scene from a horror movie."
"What, like, Attack of the Killer Babies?" Sari asked with a nervous laugh. "Okay, now we just have to get them to take baths."
"Um, Sari...the majority of them are boys," Angel pointed out awkwardly. "Actually, all of them except one are boys."
"Well, uh...anyone that is older then six should be able to take a shower without our help, and that's most of them...the rest we can help and its just like giving a baby a bath," Sari explained.
"No bath!" came a shriek from around the corner. "No bath!" It was Aragorn. In his hands was what Sari saw as the most terrifying of things. In his hands, open, was a jar of coffee.
"Aragorn," Sari began, attempting to control a fit that so terribly wanted to come out. "Aragorn, put that down."
"Why?" asked the five year old deviously.
"Because I said so."
"Why?" The other children giggled. Aragorn made his way to the sink.
"Put that down now, or you'll be given a time out," Sari growled.
"That's not going to-"
"Can it, Angel," Sari interrupted. "Aragorn, as your babysitter I'm telling you to put that coffee down!"
"Okay," he said with mock innocense. He tippped the jar over, dropping it in the sink, and with a flash of lighting he turned the water on and ran. Everyone else began to laugh hysterically as the coffee was washed away down the drain.
Sari watched in shock and horror as her caffiene, her source of life, was washed away. "Hey guys the water's ready!' Cora called, walking into the kitchen. "Guys?" Angel quickly whispered what had just happened. "Uh-oh..."
"That's it!' Cora yelled, making everyone jump. "No more miss nice babysitters! You're all going to get baths, and that little cretan goes first!"
