Chapter 22: The Nameless Chapter

A/N~ Hehe. Funny. I'm so glad we get to go to school late tomorrow. Sleep! I locked myself in my room and I'm listening to my 'devil music' (Linkin Park), but my mom keeps banging on my door. I think she thinks I'm going through depression. Have you ever cut yourself with scissors? It kinda hurts. Anyway, here's my POV (Nessa) on this fic. Enjoy.

A/N2~ Vanessa explained to me later she did not cut herself on purpose. She was cutting something outta the newspaper, or something, with the kitchen shears and they got away from her. I apologize if I don't update for a while. I'm really depressed right now. I don't mean 'I had a bad day so I'm depressed', I mean, like, really depressed. LotR and Stargate make it better though, so I'm still typing.

Disclaimer:

Legolas: *Runs in with bright red nails* Alright! Who did this?

Me: *cracks up and giggles hysterically* I know... *mouths at Boromir* Kitty.

Boromir: Not I, mate.

Aragorn: See, I told you Elves are prisses! All they ever do is paint their nails and brush their long hair!

Legolas: Well, human, at least I'm going to live forever. Got that? Eternity!

Boromir & Me: *pull up chairs and popcorn*

Aragorn: So? At least I'm not a priss!

Legolas: *pulls out White Knives* Now you die, human!

Aragorn: *pulls out Andúril* Never! *Runs with Legolas following*

Me: I own nothing, but am thoroughly entertained.

Boromir: As am I.

"What are we going to do tonight?" Courtney asked from her spot next to Pippin.

"I know!" I cried, probably scaring everyone in the room. "We can go to the movies!"

"OK. That sounds like fun," Christy replied. "What exactly are we going to see? LotR isn't out anymore."

"Well...what about Anger Management?" I offered.

"I suppose," Courtney agreed.

.~*~.

"Sup, dude?" I asked drunkenly. It's fun to do that to people because they grow to be afraid of you. "Umm...I need 13 tickets for Anger Management, please."

"That'll be $65...dude," he added, stressing the word.

I glared at him, but passed him the money and retrieved the tickets from his grasp. "Thanks," I said cheerfully. Then I turned to Aragorn and muttered, "Jerk!"

He, in turn, laughed (a sexy laugh!) and rolled his eyes. "Come on, we need to find seats." So all 13 of us walked towards Theater 5 and searched for 13 seats together.

We found 6 seats together and a row of 7 seats together. "I'm with Aragorn!" I cried, grabbed his arm, and grinned a possessed chipmunk look at my friends. "So anyone else is welcome to join us," I added.

"Merry and I will come," Christy replied.

"Sam, do you want to sit with those four?" Frodo asked.

"I'll follow you anywhere," he answered, as if in a trance, and grabbed his master's hand and began absentmindedly stroking it. (I dunno why, but I started to think about Sean right there. I miss him! Stupid Klein High!) (I resent the slash implication there! And I miss Sean too! *Cries*)

"Right..."

So Kitty, Legolas, Gandalf, Courtney, Pippin, Boromir, and Gimli sat in the row of 7.

.~*~.

"I don't understand..." Boromir stated after the movie was over. "Why were those boys next to me playing with their pants when the girls were licking the chocolate?"

"Umm...um..." I started. I looked at Christy. She too was trying quite hard to suppress a laugh. "I'll tell you when you're older."

He threw his hands in the air. "I guess I'll never know," he said glumly.

Aragorn tapped him on the shoulder and whispered something in the blonde man's ear. Boromir's eyes got quite large when he finally understood and it took all my self-control not to crack up.

"Is anyone up for ice cream?" Kitty asked suddenly. "It's on me. WOW! Did I just say that?"

"Yes, you said that and I'm going to take full advantage of it," I replied and laughed evilly.

So I drove us to the ice cream parlor, since it was my turn, and I was in such a good mood, I put on the radio. Of course, no one was very happy about this though, because I listen to 'devil music', according to the cheerleaders at my school. And, to make things worse, I was singing along. Talk about a migraine! (No kidding! Gosh! I've told her a million times not to sing, but she still does!)

"We're here! Finally!" Christy cried and piled over everyone to make it to the door first. "No more music! No more singing! Just ice cream!"

"I didn't think I sang that bad," I said. Christy shot me a disbelieving look. "OK...I guess I do."

Inside Oscar's Creamery, Kitty ordered a triple hot fudge sundae and a butt- load of whipped cream on top. We all stared at her. "What? I'm pregnant; I'm allowed."

"Kits," I started, staring at the hefty load of ice cream she shoved in her mouth. "You're gonna get fat, not pregnant."

She glared at me. ""Do you think they have any pickles? Pickle juice maybe? God! What does a person have to do around here to get a pickle?!"

"Legolas? Do you think you could go over an calm down your wife?" Courtney asked.

.~*~.

Later that night, I was wrapped up in my cozy blanket and I walked across the hall to the 'big boy' room. I tentatively knocked on the door and smiled when Aragorn answered the door. "Hiya!" I said cheerfully. "Legolas, I thought you ought to know, your wife is going nutzo in our room because she missed Stargate. You might want to check it out." (Can you really blame her for going nutzo over missing Stargate? I'd go nutzo too! No Daniel? Ah, that's hell! ^.^)

"Not again," he sighed and strode out of the room.

I hopped over to one of the beds, on which Legolas had previously been laying on, and laid down. (I was hopping because I was wrapped in my blanket.)

"What are you doing?" Boromir asked me.

I cocked open an eye to get a better look at him. "You're confused a lot, aren't you? Must run in the family. What does it look like I'm doing Pincushion Boi?!"

"It looks to me as if you're lying on my bed," he replied. "And why must you call me 'Pincushion Boi'? I do not look like, nor resemble, a pincushion!"

"Chill, dude. There's no need to get an attitude with me."

"But you're on my bed!"

"Your point being?" I asked.

"Get off!" he demanded.

"Sheesh. All you had to do was ask. No reason to get nasty about it." So I hopped off the bed and worked my way to the other one.

This time it was Gimli. "Get off my bed," he stated darkly.

"What's with the grumpy old men?"(She does know that Aragorn was, I think, 82 when he went on the Quest, right?) I asked. "Aragorn's not being mean. I'm sure he'll let me lie down on the floor with him."

"I wouldn't be so sure," I heard from down below. (OK, I really like him now!)

"Hey! Well, you know what? Too bad! Bombs away!" I cried as I flopped down to the floor on top of him. "Hmm...This is actually quite comfortable. Good night."

Aragorn sighed and began to playfully push me off. "Stop it, Buddy," I said each time he would push.

"Boromir? Could you possibly help?" he asked.

"Gladly." He reached down, hoisted me up, and threw me out of the room. He grinned evilly at me.

I scrunched up my face and tried my best to scowl at him. "That was not very nice...Pincushion. You need to learn some manners. No wonder you never married."

Aragorn tried his best not to laugh at his friend's astonished look and beckoned me back into the room. I stuck my tongue out at Boromir as I re- entered the room.

.~*~.

It was late before Legolas successfully calmed down Kitty and it was safe to go into the room. So, when he came back into the room, I was asleep on the floor.

"Kitty has calmed down, so it is safe to go back in," Legolas said upon re- entering his room. "What should we do with Vanessa?"

"Let her sleep; she's not in anyone's way," Aragorn answered.

Legolas shrugged, shed his tunic (that one's for Kits!), and slid onto the bed. Aragorn turned out the light and soon everyone was more or less asleep. (Do Elves sleep? Or do they rest?)

A/N~ I know, I know. The whole chapter was about me. Deal wid it! It's in whose POV? Oh, that's right. MINE!!! Goooo...Christy!!

A/N2~ Yep, boring chapter. It's all about Vanessa. I like my next chapter better! And of course my disclaimer. BTW, if you didn't know, Orli and Viggo really did that whole "Elves are prisses; always doing nails..." "Yeah, well, I'm gonna live forever..." thing in real life. Just remember, you must feed my Unicorn, Sam, by reviewing. I know he's not scary like Aiden, but he's still awesome!! Bye! *Takes Vanessa at her word and goes*