Disclaimer: I don't own Valentine's Day

Rated PG for: A bad word, and too much pink

AN: Yay! Here is a Valentine's special! I knew I could get another one out in time! Thank you for everybody who contributed to this chapter.

Daydreamer – I know you said that you would come up with something new, but I kinda liked your original idea. So I stuck it in anyway. ^_^

Alleymap – Eek! Thank you for sending me TWO valentines! It made me feel hugely special! "Oh my God…you killed Boromir!" That is a funny idea! It cracked me up!

And a note to the rest of you…thank you so much for reviewing this thing! Each and every one makes me feel special! In honor of reaching a hundred of them, I have a cameo of my "100th reviewer"! I put it in quotations because I couldn't get a hold of my real 100th reviewer, so I just handed the cameo to one of my friends. I'm stinker, ain't I? So, just as forewarning, if I ever reach two hundred reviews, then you'll get a cameo. Yay. Now, on with the story! (Sorry that this didn't come out yesterday, stupid ff.net wouldn't let me upload. Grr…)

Chapter Eleven (Mosh Pit!)

Harry woke up feeling very warm, comfortable, and content. He blinked his eyes open and looked around in confusion. He couldn't see very well because his glasses weren't on, but it appeared as if somebody had sneaked in and painted the room pink overnight. Groping for his glasses, and managing to accidentally wake up Ron and Hermione (by grabbing robes, arms, legs, whatever. They were sleeping on the same couch.) he finally grabbed the frames and put them on.

"AHHHHHH!" he cried, falling off the couch. He hadn't been entirely right; the room had red and white on it as well. Little hearts and half naked children with bows and arrows were practically wallpapering the room.

"Whatzdamatter…" Ron mumbled, sitting up, opening his eyes, and promptly went bug eyed. "What did Lockhart do!?" he yelled.

Hermione woke up and yawned, "Well, the decorations are a bit overboard, I'll admit that. You all knew what today was though, remember when we were making valentines?" Ron and Harry looked at each other.

"Refresh my memory," Harry scratched his head.

"Honestly, yesterday, when Fred and George came in with all that lace and glue and everything, and we decided to make valentines the Muggle way, and then…oh no! You two weren't here! Well, I guess you could try to make valentines before anybody else wakes up…"

"Wow, did Lockhart sneak in over night?" Fred asked, waking up.

"Not possible, Gollum would have bitten his hands off," George replied.

Gollum was in the corner snoring, his little blue ball painted bright pink.

Before Hermione could even open her mouth to tell the twins to be quiet, Legolas burst into the room, his hair bright pink with white hearts decorating it. "WHAT IS IT WITH YOU TWO!?" he exclaimed.

Fred and George started sniggering. Hermione tried to quiet the frenzied elf, but to no avail. The rest of those in the cabin effectively woke up and blinked in surprise. "I swear, I could be a professional," she sighed, turning his hair back to normal. Which didn't fail to make the elf prince grin broadly, as it always did.

"Was Gilderoy in here?" Sirius asked, pushing himself up. Because the tree house wasn't a hideout, he had been able to shave, wash his hair, and cut it. Needless to say, many elf maidens had been giggling madly whenever he entered the vicinity.

"Why does everybody keep asking that? Who is that?" Arwen pouted, looking at the walls, "I think they're pretty."

"They're gorgeous," Aragorn cooed, "just like you."

"Awww…" Arwen grinned.

Everybody left the two to their own devices. "Everybody ready to open valentines?" Fred asked.

"Cupid stuffed the mailboxes last night," George added, pointing to the wall. The leftover Christmas stockings were stuffed with cards, sweets, and probably dung bombs.

"It's not that late, shouldn't we eat breakfast first?" Hermione asked, still trying desperately to stall.

"Chocolate serves as a wonderful breakfast you know," Fred told her, grabbing his stocking.

"Why are you so intent on stalling anymore 'Mione?" George asked, grabbing his own stock, and getting sprayed in the face with something. Fred started laughing, and the two started squabbling, forgetting all about listening for Hermione's answer.

However, Ron's attention was not so easily diverted. "Yeah, I mean, Harry and I could always just hand out our valentines later, couldn't we?"

"Well, I suppose so…" Hermione blushed brightly, and took her own stocking. Harry and Ron shrugged and dug into their letters. Because it was the day of love, Boromir decided to postpone dying for at least twenty-four hours, and took his own stocking down. And because everybody had been woken up by a crazed Legolas, they all got their own valentines.

As usually happens, certain people had more than the usual number of valentines. Legolas stocking was splitting as the seams with heart covered cards, while Ron received just a few extras, which caused him to blush extravagantly.

First to eep in surprise was little ol' Frodo. "Who is Daydreamer?" he asked, opening the card, which promptly started to sing.

"Your eyes are as blue as a clear summer's sky

Your face is as pale as a dry erase board

Oh-"

Was all the card managed to get out before the Hobbit closed it and sat on it. Harry groaned. He knew what Frodo was going through all too well, after all, every February the 14th he would cringe when he remembered his own singing valentine. The Hobbit tentatively reached for his next valentine and examined it carefully to see if it showed any signs of singing. "Shadow Phantom," he read, then opened the card and squeezed his eyes shut. However, the valentine did not start to sing, and instead contained chocolate rings covered in gold foil. "That's nice," he smiled, then closed it.

Meanwhile, Boromir was staring at a valentine of his own. "Somebody actually…likes me?" he poked it a few times to see if it was a trick, put it didn't do anything. "Alleymap," he said, opening the card, "Be mine. Does this mean I have a girlfriend now?"

"I reckon it does!" Fred said brightly.

"About time too. It's really pathetic to have a guy kiss your forehead every time you die. Now your girl can do it." Fred and George started to laugh insanely, while Boromir scowled at them.

"Hey! Shh!" Pippin put a finger to his lips. He was poring over a valentine that he was having difficulty reading. Merry took the card from him.

"Pip, it's for me."

"Oh. Sorry," Pippin grinned sheepishly, and handed the card over.

"Kelly would love to tickle my Hobbit feet!" he grinned, feeling special. "Now in addition to having my own Christmas, I have a not-so-secret admirer!"

"I have an anonymous admirer!" Pippin said proudly, showing Merry his own valentine.

The same scenario pretty much went on for the next fifteen minutes. Legolas by far had the most mail, but Fred and George had the best haul. In addition to tons of chocolate, they also got a huge variation of practical jokes. Hermione remained quiet and inconspicuous in the corner, until she pulled out an enormous, and elaborately decorated card. The twins gaped from across the room.

"Wow, Hermione, who sent you THAT?"

She opened it, read the contents, then closed it again, a tightlipped grin on her face. "Nobody," she said quietly.

This, however, did not distract the twins of terror who started to catcall. They seemed to get tired of it after a few minutes, and turned away quietly. Letting her guard down, Hermione turned to her other valentines. Out of nowhere, Gollum ran up to her, grabbed the card and scampered away again. "Smeagol! Give that back!"

Fred and George snickered, handed Gollum a pile of chocolates, and looked at the valentine. Before they could read any of it, the card spontaneously combusted and dissolved into ashes on the floor.

"Hey, what's the deal?" George asked, prodding at the ashes. Hermione walked over, scooped up the ashes and returned to her seat. Then, miraculously, the ashes transformed into a card again.

"For my eyes only I guess," Hermione smirked.

"At least tell us who sent it," Fred begged.

"If he wants to tell you, then he can."

That left the twins plotting in the corner again.

Legolas opened his 113th card. "There's nothing in here," he commented. It seemed that the valentine must have been rigged up with a sensor or something because a girl poofed into view.

"Hola!" she grinned, "My name is Lauren!"

"Uh…hi."

"I got you chocolate," she offered, holding some out for them. "Some of them are from Yasaaf, but he couldn't be here, because he gave me his poofing powers for one day."

"You know Yasaaf?" Legolas asked, accepting the chocolate.

"Yep. He told me that you would help me with my archery."

"Okay," the elf agreed.

Galadriel entered the room. "You are all up awfully early. I just thought that I would inform you breakfast has been prepared in the palace. Heart shaped chocolate chip pancakes, and red colored orange juice. Also, there are elf shaped chocolates and conversation hearts." This grabbed the twin's attention, and they jumped up.

"Let's go!"

Everybody else was finished opening their things anyway, and followed the Elf Queen out of the tree house and towards the palace. Harry was talking to his friends, who were on either side of them, and noticed that they were awkwardly avoiding meeting each other's eyes. He grinned, and although he knew he wasn't much of a singer, he decided to burst into song. "Love is in the air…"

"Are you coming?" Sirius asked right before he headed out the door.

"In a minute," Legolas replied, his hands on Lauren's helping her point the arrow towards a conveniently placed apple on a shelf.

"Right. Have a good time." With a wink, he followed the rest of the group out the door.

With the elf's expertise, the arrow pierced the apple straight through. "Hey, thanks!" Lauren grinned, then started to dance around in victory. "Mind if I give you a kiss of thanks?" she asked.

"Sure," Legolas shrugged.

Lauren's heart started throwing the party of the century. "Great." She leaned forward, and their faces were about three inches apart, when the speared apple dropped right in front of Lauren's face. She jumped back in surprise.

Announcer #2 glared perilously down at her from the clouds. "DAMN YOU SARUMAN!" Lauren yelled, shaking her fist at the sky.

Legolas looked uber-confused. "Huh?"

"I have to go. I'll see you later though. Thanks for the archery lesson!" And with that, Lauren poofed away. Legolas scratched his head and headed up towards the palace.

"Harry, for the love of all that is holy, stop singing!" Ron yelled.

"Love is a many splendid thing!" he grinned.

"Seriously Harry, you're getting irritating," Hermione told him.

"I want to love you madly…!"

"What can we do to get you to stop?" Ron asked.

Harry started snickering. He motioned for his red haired friend to lean in, then whispered something in his ear. Ron sighed and pulled out his wand, then pointing it Harry, turned his best friend pink from head to toe.

"Hey, what was that for?" Harry asked indignantly.

Ron laughed, "Happy Valentine's Day, Harry."

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And there is your newest chapter! Let's hear a hurray! I know there wasn't a match this time, there wasn't supposed to be. For all of you people who are single today, I am too! I think we should throw a party! Woohoo!