Sari woke up from her bed on the couch, gazing through the dim early morning light, trying to rack her foggy brain as to why there were two play-pens upside down in her living room floor. Then it hit her, like a sack of horribly messed up bread dough (A/N: which is harder than bricks). Tolkien's characters were in her living room, and they had been turned into kids by something, though only the Higher Powers knew what.
Angel and Cora had fallen asleep n the floor, and much to her reliefe the kids were still asleep underneath the playpens, which served as cages. Aragorn, however, was awake, and trying to get out of the chair. He hadn't succeeded yet, and the duct tape was still set firmly over his lips. Sari couldn't help but grin. She remembered what the little brat had done.
Then, Aragorn pulled a trick that not even Sari had expected. He stopped struggling, and looked her straight in the eye, giving her the "sad puppy face"! Sari growled at not being able to stay mad at him when he had this face on...she never really could be mad at someone the average size of a little brother who made that face. With a heavy sigh she got up and walked over to the chair.
"I'm going to take this tape off of you, but the minute you start yelling I'll slap another piece on, do you understand?" Aragorn nodded quickly, and mercilessly, Sari ripped the tape from his lips.
"I'm sorry," he said softly.
"What?"
"I'm sorry about dumping out that stuff that made you so mad," he apologized.
"Wow...er...okay, apology accepted," Sari replied. 'Damn,' she thought to herself. 'If tying a kid to a chair and duct taping their mouth shut means getting an apology later, I'll have to do that to my siblings more often!' "Angel, Cora, time to get up!"
"Wha? Do we have to?" Angel murmered, sitting up with a drugged look on her face.
"Oh, I feel like I've been hit with a batch of Rosie and Allison's bread dough," Cora grumbled, rubbing her shoulder. "You removed the tape from the brat's mouth?"
"Yeah, and I warned him that if he started to scream that I would put another peice on," Sari explained. "You guys, what are we going to do about them?"
"I don't know," Angel said. "Can I keep one?"
"Angel, they aren't pets," Cora said sternly. "Besides, what would your dad say when you came home with a hobbit in your arms? And where would you keep him, in the dog house?"
"No...I suppose you're right," Angel sighed. Their coversation was interrupted by Angel's stomach, which growled loudly. "I'm hungry."
"Me too," Cora agreed. "And no doubt they'll be hungry when they all wake up, but I don't think there's any food left!"
"I'll run down to the gas station and pick up some powdered donuts," Sari volunteered. "I'll be back in a few minutes." Grabbing her purse, she darted down the street, coming back about 5 minutes later with three bags of little powdered donuts. By that time all of the "children" were awake, and trying to find ways of escape. "Let them out!" Sari called once the donuts were on the table.
Like a pack of rabid dogs the "children" descended upon the donuts, until the table became nothing but a messy blur of white powder and little bodies. "And they're back to the Russian Teacake stage," Cora snickered.
"I wouldn't laugh," Sari warned. "Its your turn to wipe them down." They ate what few donuts Angel had managed to save, while Angel herself broke the donuts into smaller pieces for Elrond, who munched happily as his own face became a powdered mess.
"What do we do?" Angel asked softly. "They're bound to get hungry again, you know."
"Well, I guess we'll simply have to move the fellowship," Sari stated.
"What do you mean by 'Move the fellowship', Sari?" Cora inquired slowly, as if she'd rather not know the answer.
"We have to take them to the store."
Angel and Cora had fallen asleep n the floor, and much to her reliefe the kids were still asleep underneath the playpens, which served as cages. Aragorn, however, was awake, and trying to get out of the chair. He hadn't succeeded yet, and the duct tape was still set firmly over his lips. Sari couldn't help but grin. She remembered what the little brat had done.
Then, Aragorn pulled a trick that not even Sari had expected. He stopped struggling, and looked her straight in the eye, giving her the "sad puppy face"! Sari growled at not being able to stay mad at him when he had this face on...she never really could be mad at someone the average size of a little brother who made that face. With a heavy sigh she got up and walked over to the chair.
"I'm going to take this tape off of you, but the minute you start yelling I'll slap another piece on, do you understand?" Aragorn nodded quickly, and mercilessly, Sari ripped the tape from his lips.
"I'm sorry," he said softly.
"What?"
"I'm sorry about dumping out that stuff that made you so mad," he apologized.
"Wow...er...okay, apology accepted," Sari replied. 'Damn,' she thought to herself. 'If tying a kid to a chair and duct taping their mouth shut means getting an apology later, I'll have to do that to my siblings more often!' "Angel, Cora, time to get up!"
"Wha? Do we have to?" Angel murmered, sitting up with a drugged look on her face.
"Oh, I feel like I've been hit with a batch of Rosie and Allison's bread dough," Cora grumbled, rubbing her shoulder. "You removed the tape from the brat's mouth?"
"Yeah, and I warned him that if he started to scream that I would put another peice on," Sari explained. "You guys, what are we going to do about them?"
"I don't know," Angel said. "Can I keep one?"
"Angel, they aren't pets," Cora said sternly. "Besides, what would your dad say when you came home with a hobbit in your arms? And where would you keep him, in the dog house?"
"No...I suppose you're right," Angel sighed. Their coversation was interrupted by Angel's stomach, which growled loudly. "I'm hungry."
"Me too," Cora agreed. "And no doubt they'll be hungry when they all wake up, but I don't think there's any food left!"
"I'll run down to the gas station and pick up some powdered donuts," Sari volunteered. "I'll be back in a few minutes." Grabbing her purse, she darted down the street, coming back about 5 minutes later with three bags of little powdered donuts. By that time all of the "children" were awake, and trying to find ways of escape. "Let them out!" Sari called once the donuts were on the table.
Like a pack of rabid dogs the "children" descended upon the donuts, until the table became nothing but a messy blur of white powder and little bodies. "And they're back to the Russian Teacake stage," Cora snickered.
"I wouldn't laugh," Sari warned. "Its your turn to wipe them down." They ate what few donuts Angel had managed to save, while Angel herself broke the donuts into smaller pieces for Elrond, who munched happily as his own face became a powdered mess.
"What do we do?" Angel asked softly. "They're bound to get hungry again, you know."
"Well, I guess we'll simply have to move the fellowship," Sari stated.
"What do you mean by 'Move the fellowship', Sari?" Cora inquired slowly, as if she'd rather not know the answer.
"We have to take them to the store."
