The hobbits watched quizzically as Angel filled up the bath, pouring bubbles into it. She had Elrond sitting on the sink where she could keep and eye on him as the others undressed. "Only four of you in the tub at once," Angel said. "I don't think it will fit more than that."

"I'm not taking a bath with the dwarf," said Legolas in a snotty tone.

"Fine, Gimli, you get in the ater and Frodo, you just wrap up in this towel until the next bath," Angel ordered. Frodo climbed out, wrapping up as Angel had told him to do, but Gimli stood still and defiant. "Gimli, get in the water."

"Don't need a bath," he said gruffly.

"You need a bath, you smell like a grease vat!"

"I don't need a bath!" Gimli shouted.

"Yes," Angel growled. "You do."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"YES!"

"You're mean."

"And your a pain in the butt!" Angel retorted. Legolas snickered. Enraged, Gimli dove for the elf, grabbing onto his blonde hair, dragging him to the tiled floor.

"OWWWWWWWWWWW!" screamed the elf.

"Let go of him!"Angel yelled, slapping Gimli on the wrist. The action startled the dwarf and he let go of Legolas' hair, sitting on the floor in disbileif when suddenly he bagn to wail. "Oh, no, don't cry, I didn't mean to hit you." With the dwarf wailing Elrond joined in and soon the hobbits were all crying as well. "Please stop, don't cry! All of you, please, stop! Uh...look what I have!"

She picked up a handful of bubble suds and put them on top of her hair, creating a rather funny image for the children, who stopped crying and began to laugh as she piled some more on. "See, no need to cry. Now get in the bath Gimli."

"No," he snapped.

"Alright, then what if I do this?" Angel held his ax over the water. "Get in or it goes in."

"Youre mean," he mumbled, climbing into the tub.

"I know," Angel grinned. She cleaned off the first batch, wrapped them in towels, then refilled the tub, putting Frodo and Legolas in next.

"He pulled my hair," the elf-prince sulked darkly.

"I know he did," Angel replied, putting shampoo in the blonde hair, then rinsing it out with cups of water. She did the same to Frodo, then wrapped them in towels and drained and refilled the tub for Elrond. The three year old had a blast splashing Angel with water as she cleaned all of the cake and food off of the tiny elf. "Thank Goddess for little brothers," she muttered. "And here I thought they'd never come in handy. Mum was right...'baby training'." With the last one in her crew done and all wrapped up in towels, Angel wrapped Elrond up and marched them all downstairs.

"Sari, do you have clothes for them? Aragorn, I think, got the last pair of your brother's old clothes and I don't know if anything else will fit."

"Yeah, outside in the garage attic. Hang on, I'll bring the stuff in. Cora, get Gandolf in the shower, and Sarumon can go next, Galadriel will go last." The door opened and closed.

In the living room Aragorn struggled against the nylon binds of the pantyhose that tied his arms and legs to the chair. "Get me out of this!" he screamed.

"No, you destroyed one of the most precious substances in this household," Cora snapped.

"Mithril?" Gimli asked.

"Gold?" asked Sam.

"Mushrooms?" Pippen added.

"No," Angel explained. "He destroyed Sari's coffee. Its a special drink and its more precious to her than just about anything. And you, ranger-boy, dumped it in the sink."

"Hey, one of you want to help me with this stuff."

"Wow, you have tons of kids stuff," Cora noted.

"I came froma family of ten, what can I say. And look what elese I found." she pointed to two boxes marked 'play-pens'.

"What are you going to do with those?"


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"Genious. Pure genious," Angel commented. The girls had piled blakets and pillows on the floor, then had flipped the play-pens upside down and tied them to various peices of sturdy furniture with the children traped inside.

"God bless America and the inventor of the play-pen," Sari laughed.

"Hah, you got caged! You got caged!" Aragorn taunted from the chair.

"And you get gagged," Cora teased, taping his mouth shut with duct tape.

"Heh, I always wanted to see that done."

"Duct tape, like the force, has a light side and a dark side, and like the force it holds the universe together," Angel snickered.

"And in this case shuts up that black hole of a mouth," Sari added. "Nighty-night, pumkin."