In case you haven't noticed, I'm the Introduction/Author notes Fairy. As
opposed to Casey, who's the Typing Fairy. Yes, that's right- we wrote this
out longhand first! And she typed up every bit of it! Kudos to Casey, she
killed her back doing it. The sacrifices she's making for us! *sob*
Only one more point to make today, kiddies! I adamantly dislike stupid euphemisms! Stupid, stupid euphemisms. That'll be all. *bows*
~Niko
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While Casey was upstairs, Meghan went over and sat beside Haldir on the futon (which Merry and Pippin were still carefully avoiding). "Hi!"
"Hello," he answered.
She lapsed into silence, wondering what to say. Luckily, Haldir kept talking.
"Your world... It seems very strange to me. And the way you act-"
She cut him off. "Yeah, well, in our world, girls don't have to settle for mediocrity. We're very outspoken. And, uh, stuff."
"You dress strangely."
"Thanks." She said wryly. "Same to you."
He looked at her oddly. "I meant no offense."
"None taken. Why should I care what you think?"
He looked a little hurt, and Meghan immediately felt bad. "Sorry. I just meant that I'm not the kind of person who cares about being what other people want them to be. I don't cater to others, is all."
Haldir thought about that, never having encountered a girl like this. He decided he liked her, although much about her puzzled him. "So how do you like our world?" Meghan asked.
"I like some of the people in it," he told her, and she grinned.
"Good. Would you like to listen to some music, or something?" She suggested, and he nodded. She put on an instrumental CD of Celtic songs, and started singing along in Gaelic, oblivious to Haldir's prescence. He watched her with interest, thinking to himself.
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Casey came back down and about 45 minutes later the doorbell rang. "Watch them!" Casey yelled to Meghan who was still talking to Haldir, and ran upstairs.
"Ummm, two large pepperoni and mushroom and a small cheese?" asked the pizza guy who was about 17 and gorgeous.
"Uh-huh," Casey answered, taking the pizzas. Just then someone obviously very short raced past the hall. It was followed by a high pitched 'Pippin' shriek.
"What was that?" Pizza-boy asked curiously.
"Cats."
"Cats?"
"Yes. Cats. Very large cats." Suddenly, another high-pitched squeal was heard along with the sound of running water. Casey's eyes widened. The sound of feet thudding up the stairs was heard and Meghan burst into the hall.
"They found the shower," Meghan whispered frantically in Casey's ear. She all but threw the money at Meghan telling her to pay Pizza-boy.
"Is all this pizza just for the two of you?" he asked, obviously expecting a party.
"It's for the cats!" Casey yelled over her shoulder as she hurried down the halls. Meghan rolled her eyes, then turned to the skeptical pizza-boy
"Um, hi!" Meghan smiled at him.
"Hi," he grinned at her.
"Hii," she said again shyly, noting that he was quite possibly the most gorgeous guy she had ever seen, and thus was unable to say anything else.
"So, um, just out of curiousity, I noticed you ordered vegetarian pizza..." He said, somewhat lamely, staring at her. Meghan noticed the stare and blushed. iI must look a mess,/i she thought, and absently brushed back her tousled brown hair, suddenly very conscious of her appearance. "Yeah, I'm a vegetarian," she said, blushing slightly.
"Me too!" Pizza-boy said excitedly. He dropped the pizza. "Oh, my god, I'm so sorry-" He bent down to pick it up at the same time as Meghan, and their hands brushed. For some reason, Pizza-boy left his hand near hers for a moment, and she didn't pull away. Then their eyes met, and they paused, leaning in slightly. Then Meghan looked down, gave a rather silly little giggle, and they both laughed. iYou should have KISSED him, you dip!/i she raged, silently cursing herself. Pizza-boy thought very strongly that now would be a good time to pick her up, put her in his car, and take her to dinner somewhere. Instead, he dropped the pizza again. "Oops."
Meghan laughed. "That's adorable."
He decided not to be shy. "iYou're/i adorable."
"Can I have your number?" They both asked at the same time, then laughed again. "I want yours," said Meghan, "Because I'm not staying at home right now."
He was glad to oblige.
"Are we being stupid, and impetuous, and acting on impulse?" She asked. "I mean, we're strangers. And this is... Weird."
"I know, but I don't care. My name is Kevin, I'm a vegetarian too, I think you're wonderful, and there, now we're not strangers anymore." He looked hopefully at her. She smiled, and they started talking.
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"Pippin! What d'you think you're doing?" Casey demanded, turning off the shower. "Ugh, there's water all over the floor."
"Sorry," he told her with puppy dog eyes. She sighed.
"It's alright. Just go. out. of this room."
"OK!" he chirped and skipped out. Shaking her head she grabbed a towel and began drying the floor. Only then did she notice Legolas standing there, soaked from the waist up.
"What happened to you?"
"That. thing." He pointed to the shower. "Meghan told me to wait and she's show me how to dry my hair with a blow or something."
"Right. Give me your shirt and go upstairs and wait for her in my bedroom. Top of the stairs, first door on the right." He blinked at her. "What? D'you think I'm going to steal your clothes and leave you? Your shirt's soaked. I'm just going to dry it." With reluctance, he gave her the shirt and went upstairs.
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"I can't believe you like classical guitar too!" Meghan told Pizza-boy. "Every other guy only likes bass or electric."
Just then, Legolas leaned far out of Casey's open bedroom window. Shirtless. And god-knows-what-else-less. "Come on Meghan! I'm waiting for you in the bedroom. You said you'd show me what a blow job is!"
"bDRYER/b, Greenleaf! Blow bdryer/b." She turned to Pizza-boy. "I have to go. Bye Kevin!" She ran inside, vowing to kill Legolas if she could get away with it. Maybe she could frame Gimli.
She stamped up the stairs, and noticed that Legolas (thankfully) was clothes from the waist down. She spaced out for a second, wondering if she honestly icould/i frame the dwarf.
"Meghan?" Legolas had stepped forward, leaning over her.
"You're dripping on me."
"Sorry." He rubbed his wet hair and shivered. "Uh. are you mad at me?"
She paused, then threw up her hands. "Did you see that pizza guy? He was bCUTE!/b You're an idiot! Now sit." She shoved him into a chair, and pushed the blow dryer into his hand. "Hold it over your hair." She turned it on.
He screamed.
Casey came running into the room. "What was that?!" Legolas was backed into a corner, staring wild-eyed at the hair dryer.
"Why don't you handle this, Casey?" suggested Meghan sweetly, then promptly left the room, muttering something nasty.
"Thanks ever so much!" Casey yelled after her. Then she turned on the hairdryer. Legolas yelped.
"I don't trust it," he stated flatly.
"It's a simple concept, iGreenleaf/i," she mocked and stuck out her tongue at him.
"Don't call me that."
"Fine. Anyway, hot air just blows through it and dries your hair faster. It's perfectly safe, I promise. Just comb through you hair and blow on it. Just don't hold it in one place to long. Got it?"
"No. Is Meghan going to kill me?"
"Possibly."
"Wonderful."
"Hey, I though you elves were all special and above sarcasm."
He ignored this. "Why is she going to kill me?"
"How should I know???" She threw up her hands in exasperation. "She talks to trees. Who knows why she does anything."
"She talks to trees?" He looked unconvinced.
"It's only a problem if they start talking back, I think."
He nodded. "Maybe I should talk to her?"
"If you want your eyes clawed out. No, don't blow it that way. You don't want a mohawk." She took the dryer from him and started combing his hair downwards.
"What is a blow job anyway?" he asked curiously.
"Umm, do you hear that?" she asked suddenly.
He blinked. "Hear what? I hear nothing."
"Exactly. I think I better check on Merry and Pippin." With a worried look on her face, she walked quickly out of the room.
Merry and Pippin ambushed her at the bottom of the basement stairs. "We're buREALLY/u/b hungry!" they announced.
"Oh, right, sorry. Wait here," she told them. She ran upstairs, pulled out every plate and threw a piece of pizza on everyone. She walked to the top of the stairs and bellowed, "Food!"
The hobbits came flying up the stairs so fast they almost knocked her over. They grabbed some plates and ran into the dining room. Casey was standing there looking bewildered when she noticed Elrohir trying to sneak into the kitchen. "Hungry?" She grinned at him.
He laughed and nodded. "I was afraid if I came too late those four would have eaten everything."
Within five minutes everyone was squished at the dining room table eating. The doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" Meghan announced. She ran to the door. "Kevin! Hit! You're still here?"
"Yeah." He looked lonely and forlorn out there, alone. (A/N . Sob. Sob. Poor Kevvie.)
"Why don't you come in and eat with us?"
"Sure!" He eagerly agreed.
Meghan led the way down the hall, talking. Casey met her at the hall. "Yes. You can't come in here," she told Kevin. He stared at her. "My cat don't like strangers," she lied obviously.
"Are there other people here?" he asked, catching the general hum of conversation from the dining room.
"Nope. There's NO OTHER PEOPLE HERE!" Casey yelled, shoving Kevin and Meghan out the door. She walked back to the dining room.
"Who was that?" Haldir asked.
"The hot Pizza-boy. Man, she is uso/u far gone."
"Gone?"
"Yeah. You know, gone; lost; head-over-heels; I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby; deeply, madly, passionately in love."
"I'm sure she's not in love," he mumbled to his plate.
"Is that jealously I detect in that superior above-trivial-emotions elvish heart of yours?" Casey asked Haldir.
Legolas frowned. "How can she be in love? She only just met him."
"You people are so iLITERAL/i! I'm sure she's not actually in love. Not yet anyway." She grinned, laughing to herself at Haldir who was still staring at his plate. "Besides, did you see him? He was igorgeous/i. And he was blonde. She's like, in love with blondes."
"But she bshouldn't/b be attracted to him. She should be-" He cut himself off. "Never mind."
Right then Meghan came bouncing back in. "I got his phone number!" she squealed. Then she looked around. "Why's everyone so quiet?" Meghan blinked. "This is bothering me. Start talking."
"So, uh, how about them knicks?" Casey asked lamely.
"If that's the best you can do, then never mind," Meghan told her. "Pass the damn pizza." She looked into the box. "It's. empty." She gave up. "All of you better stay the hell out of living room." And walked away, obviously annoyed.
"Um, right." Casey said awkwardly. "So, uh, has everyone had enough?" Everyone nodded, except Pippin and Merry, who were shaking their heads, but abruptly started nodding when Gandalf looked pointedly at them.
"What will we-" began Aragorn but he was interrupted by the sound of someone pounding angry chords from the living room on the piano.
"Oh lord, not Beethoven," Casey sighed. "I think we got her mad."
There was a brief break in the music. "Ya THINK?" Came an annoyed snap.
Everyone looked at Casey who shrugged. "Well, right now we have two choices. We could. uh." she struggles. "Okay, so maybe we don't. Anyone have any sudden flashes of inspiration, let me know, okay?"
Another break in the music. "Why don't you put the children to bed?!" yelled Meghan in a less-than-flattering tone. "If you think that you can trust them not to break the beds along with everything else in the house."
Haldir looked pained.
"Bed. Yes. Great. Meghan, get your sulking ass in here and find the hobbits a bed!" Casey yelled. A series of inarticulate noises came from the other room, and a very ugly discord. Casey winced. "My poor piano." she mourned.
Meghan appeared. "Okay, hobbits. UP! UP!" She clapped her hands at them, glaring at Casey and the others as she did.
"You're well aware that I decidedly dislike you right now, right?" she asked of no one in particular. Having failed to evict a response, she marched the hobbits ruthlessly from the room. "Left! Left! Left, right, left!" she bellowed and the five of them marched up the stairs.
"Great," Casey groaned.
"Well, she's going to be a lot of fun to be with," Boromir supplied.
"Yeah. You aren't going to share a room with her," Casey retorted. Just then, something heavy bounced down the stairs.
"That'll be you-if you don't stop talking about me!" Meghan screamed.
"How did she hear what I said?" Casey asked.
"I'm psychic!"
"Oh yeah! You can read my thoughts. I love-"
"-Your ovaries!" This was followed by insane giggling from the two of them.
Meghan bounded down the stairs. She grabbed Haldir, Glorfindel and Legolas (don't ask me how she grabbed all three. She just did.) and dragged them into the guest room. "You're sleeping in here!" she chirped, happy once more.
Aragorn and Boromir looked confused. "Don't mind her. She's manic," Casey explained. It didn't help. She grabbed the twins. "Come one. You'll sleep in my parent's room."
Meghan came out of the guest room, laughing, as Casey flew down the stairs. "The rest of you have to sleep in the basement," Meghan told them and they all went downstairs.
"Right. Gimli, you're sleeping outside," Meghan told him.
"What?"
"Yup. Don't worry. It's warm out. Oh, and stay off the patio furniture!" Casey yelled, locking the door behind him.
"Gandalf, you can sleep on the futon," Meghan told him, pulling it out. "And you two-"
"We'll keep watch," Boromir said hastily. Casey snorted.
"From what? The crickets? This neighborhood is the most boring place in the world." Just then, a cricket hopped across the floor. "OK, that was just iweird/i." She looked at them. "Fine. Suit yourselves. But bwe/b are going to bed." She and Meghan left and walked up the stairs to the kitchen WELCOME TO CANADA! It's cold here. Eh? and looked at each other, then burst out in hysterical SONG! No, laugher. (A/N love Meghan: I could NOT resist. Sorry.)
"I'm hungry," Meghan announced.
"Oh, shut up. If you hadn't of been so hungry earlier then we wouldn't be here crammed with a house of fictional characters." They went to bed.
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And just because I want to- a few notes to the reviewers! (No, I'm NOT being sarcastic in any of these. I can see potential hurt feelings. I'm serious!)
"Me"- Glad to know you think it's "god." :P Are you worshiping the story now? Go ahead, I think it's a much better religion than some I could name. Hee.
???- I noticed that. However, just for the joy of being obstinate, I'm still using html tags in hopes that the html Fairy will come along and make everything better.
Legolas Stalker Tay- The ONLY reason I updated was because you asked. You are SPECIAL.
Melisa-malfoy- My ultimate goal in life is to get a two-word review from you. Indulge me?
Tough Cookie- I feel so. so. special! You read my story! Hooray!
Weasleytwinslover1112- Because I'm a terrible brat and resent the pretty people. Wouldn't you? Actually, it's to get away from the "Oh, Legolas, I love you! Here, let me feed you grapes and worship you and have your baby and buy you brand name clothes and..." Thing. I hate conformity.
Megan- Dammit! I'm going to kick you the next time I see you. When do we have band next? You're getting smacked with a flute! Dude, leave me my foibles. I happen to LIKE inconsistancy in a story! Adds to the readers enjoyment! ... Or I'm lazy. You pick.
Erenriel the Elven Canuck: I-laughed-so-hard- when I saw that name. I LOVE it!
Yeah, I'm done now! I'll shut up.
Only one more point to make today, kiddies! I adamantly dislike stupid euphemisms! Stupid, stupid euphemisms. That'll be all. *bows*
~Niko
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While Casey was upstairs, Meghan went over and sat beside Haldir on the futon (which Merry and Pippin were still carefully avoiding). "Hi!"
"Hello," he answered.
She lapsed into silence, wondering what to say. Luckily, Haldir kept talking.
"Your world... It seems very strange to me. And the way you act-"
She cut him off. "Yeah, well, in our world, girls don't have to settle for mediocrity. We're very outspoken. And, uh, stuff."
"You dress strangely."
"Thanks." She said wryly. "Same to you."
He looked at her oddly. "I meant no offense."
"None taken. Why should I care what you think?"
He looked a little hurt, and Meghan immediately felt bad. "Sorry. I just meant that I'm not the kind of person who cares about being what other people want them to be. I don't cater to others, is all."
Haldir thought about that, never having encountered a girl like this. He decided he liked her, although much about her puzzled him. "So how do you like our world?" Meghan asked.
"I like some of the people in it," he told her, and she grinned.
"Good. Would you like to listen to some music, or something?" She suggested, and he nodded. She put on an instrumental CD of Celtic songs, and started singing along in Gaelic, oblivious to Haldir's prescence. He watched her with interest, thinking to himself.
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Casey came back down and about 45 minutes later the doorbell rang. "Watch them!" Casey yelled to Meghan who was still talking to Haldir, and ran upstairs.
"Ummm, two large pepperoni and mushroom and a small cheese?" asked the pizza guy who was about 17 and gorgeous.
"Uh-huh," Casey answered, taking the pizzas. Just then someone obviously very short raced past the hall. It was followed by a high pitched 'Pippin' shriek.
"What was that?" Pizza-boy asked curiously.
"Cats."
"Cats?"
"Yes. Cats. Very large cats." Suddenly, another high-pitched squeal was heard along with the sound of running water. Casey's eyes widened. The sound of feet thudding up the stairs was heard and Meghan burst into the hall.
"They found the shower," Meghan whispered frantically in Casey's ear. She all but threw the money at Meghan telling her to pay Pizza-boy.
"Is all this pizza just for the two of you?" he asked, obviously expecting a party.
"It's for the cats!" Casey yelled over her shoulder as she hurried down the halls. Meghan rolled her eyes, then turned to the skeptical pizza-boy
"Um, hi!" Meghan smiled at him.
"Hi," he grinned at her.
"Hii," she said again shyly, noting that he was quite possibly the most gorgeous guy she had ever seen, and thus was unable to say anything else.
"So, um, just out of curiousity, I noticed you ordered vegetarian pizza..." He said, somewhat lamely, staring at her. Meghan noticed the stare and blushed. iI must look a mess,/i she thought, and absently brushed back her tousled brown hair, suddenly very conscious of her appearance. "Yeah, I'm a vegetarian," she said, blushing slightly.
"Me too!" Pizza-boy said excitedly. He dropped the pizza. "Oh, my god, I'm so sorry-" He bent down to pick it up at the same time as Meghan, and their hands brushed. For some reason, Pizza-boy left his hand near hers for a moment, and she didn't pull away. Then their eyes met, and they paused, leaning in slightly. Then Meghan looked down, gave a rather silly little giggle, and they both laughed. iYou should have KISSED him, you dip!/i she raged, silently cursing herself. Pizza-boy thought very strongly that now would be a good time to pick her up, put her in his car, and take her to dinner somewhere. Instead, he dropped the pizza again. "Oops."
Meghan laughed. "That's adorable."
He decided not to be shy. "iYou're/i adorable."
"Can I have your number?" They both asked at the same time, then laughed again. "I want yours," said Meghan, "Because I'm not staying at home right now."
He was glad to oblige.
"Are we being stupid, and impetuous, and acting on impulse?" She asked. "I mean, we're strangers. And this is... Weird."
"I know, but I don't care. My name is Kevin, I'm a vegetarian too, I think you're wonderful, and there, now we're not strangers anymore." He looked hopefully at her. She smiled, and they started talking.
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"Pippin! What d'you think you're doing?" Casey demanded, turning off the shower. "Ugh, there's water all over the floor."
"Sorry," he told her with puppy dog eyes. She sighed.
"It's alright. Just go. out. of this room."
"OK!" he chirped and skipped out. Shaking her head she grabbed a towel and began drying the floor. Only then did she notice Legolas standing there, soaked from the waist up.
"What happened to you?"
"That. thing." He pointed to the shower. "Meghan told me to wait and she's show me how to dry my hair with a blow or something."
"Right. Give me your shirt and go upstairs and wait for her in my bedroom. Top of the stairs, first door on the right." He blinked at her. "What? D'you think I'm going to steal your clothes and leave you? Your shirt's soaked. I'm just going to dry it." With reluctance, he gave her the shirt and went upstairs.
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"I can't believe you like classical guitar too!" Meghan told Pizza-boy. "Every other guy only likes bass or electric."
Just then, Legolas leaned far out of Casey's open bedroom window. Shirtless. And god-knows-what-else-less. "Come on Meghan! I'm waiting for you in the bedroom. You said you'd show me what a blow job is!"
"bDRYER/b, Greenleaf! Blow bdryer/b." She turned to Pizza-boy. "I have to go. Bye Kevin!" She ran inside, vowing to kill Legolas if she could get away with it. Maybe she could frame Gimli.
She stamped up the stairs, and noticed that Legolas (thankfully) was clothes from the waist down. She spaced out for a second, wondering if she honestly icould/i frame the dwarf.
"Meghan?" Legolas had stepped forward, leaning over her.
"You're dripping on me."
"Sorry." He rubbed his wet hair and shivered. "Uh. are you mad at me?"
She paused, then threw up her hands. "Did you see that pizza guy? He was bCUTE!/b You're an idiot! Now sit." She shoved him into a chair, and pushed the blow dryer into his hand. "Hold it over your hair." She turned it on.
He screamed.
Casey came running into the room. "What was that?!" Legolas was backed into a corner, staring wild-eyed at the hair dryer.
"Why don't you handle this, Casey?" suggested Meghan sweetly, then promptly left the room, muttering something nasty.
"Thanks ever so much!" Casey yelled after her. Then she turned on the hairdryer. Legolas yelped.
"I don't trust it," he stated flatly.
"It's a simple concept, iGreenleaf/i," she mocked and stuck out her tongue at him.
"Don't call me that."
"Fine. Anyway, hot air just blows through it and dries your hair faster. It's perfectly safe, I promise. Just comb through you hair and blow on it. Just don't hold it in one place to long. Got it?"
"No. Is Meghan going to kill me?"
"Possibly."
"Wonderful."
"Hey, I though you elves were all special and above sarcasm."
He ignored this. "Why is she going to kill me?"
"How should I know???" She threw up her hands in exasperation. "She talks to trees. Who knows why she does anything."
"She talks to trees?" He looked unconvinced.
"It's only a problem if they start talking back, I think."
He nodded. "Maybe I should talk to her?"
"If you want your eyes clawed out. No, don't blow it that way. You don't want a mohawk." She took the dryer from him and started combing his hair downwards.
"What is a blow job anyway?" he asked curiously.
"Umm, do you hear that?" she asked suddenly.
He blinked. "Hear what? I hear nothing."
"Exactly. I think I better check on Merry and Pippin." With a worried look on her face, she walked quickly out of the room.
Merry and Pippin ambushed her at the bottom of the basement stairs. "We're buREALLY/u/b hungry!" they announced.
"Oh, right, sorry. Wait here," she told them. She ran upstairs, pulled out every plate and threw a piece of pizza on everyone. She walked to the top of the stairs and bellowed, "Food!"
The hobbits came flying up the stairs so fast they almost knocked her over. They grabbed some plates and ran into the dining room. Casey was standing there looking bewildered when she noticed Elrohir trying to sneak into the kitchen. "Hungry?" She grinned at him.
He laughed and nodded. "I was afraid if I came too late those four would have eaten everything."
Within five minutes everyone was squished at the dining room table eating. The doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" Meghan announced. She ran to the door. "Kevin! Hit! You're still here?"
"Yeah." He looked lonely and forlorn out there, alone. (A/N . Sob. Sob. Poor Kevvie.)
"Why don't you come in and eat with us?"
"Sure!" He eagerly agreed.
Meghan led the way down the hall, talking. Casey met her at the hall. "Yes. You can't come in here," she told Kevin. He stared at her. "My cat don't like strangers," she lied obviously.
"Are there other people here?" he asked, catching the general hum of conversation from the dining room.
"Nope. There's NO OTHER PEOPLE HERE!" Casey yelled, shoving Kevin and Meghan out the door. She walked back to the dining room.
"Who was that?" Haldir asked.
"The hot Pizza-boy. Man, she is uso/u far gone."
"Gone?"
"Yeah. You know, gone; lost; head-over-heels; I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby; deeply, madly, passionately in love."
"I'm sure she's not in love," he mumbled to his plate.
"Is that jealously I detect in that superior above-trivial-emotions elvish heart of yours?" Casey asked Haldir.
Legolas frowned. "How can she be in love? She only just met him."
"You people are so iLITERAL/i! I'm sure she's not actually in love. Not yet anyway." She grinned, laughing to herself at Haldir who was still staring at his plate. "Besides, did you see him? He was igorgeous/i. And he was blonde. She's like, in love with blondes."
"But she bshouldn't/b be attracted to him. She should be-" He cut himself off. "Never mind."
Right then Meghan came bouncing back in. "I got his phone number!" she squealed. Then she looked around. "Why's everyone so quiet?" Meghan blinked. "This is bothering me. Start talking."
"So, uh, how about them knicks?" Casey asked lamely.
"If that's the best you can do, then never mind," Meghan told her. "Pass the damn pizza." She looked into the box. "It's. empty." She gave up. "All of you better stay the hell out of living room." And walked away, obviously annoyed.
"Um, right." Casey said awkwardly. "So, uh, has everyone had enough?" Everyone nodded, except Pippin and Merry, who were shaking their heads, but abruptly started nodding when Gandalf looked pointedly at them.
"What will we-" began Aragorn but he was interrupted by the sound of someone pounding angry chords from the living room on the piano.
"Oh lord, not Beethoven," Casey sighed. "I think we got her mad."
There was a brief break in the music. "Ya THINK?" Came an annoyed snap.
Everyone looked at Casey who shrugged. "Well, right now we have two choices. We could. uh." she struggles. "Okay, so maybe we don't. Anyone have any sudden flashes of inspiration, let me know, okay?"
Another break in the music. "Why don't you put the children to bed?!" yelled Meghan in a less-than-flattering tone. "If you think that you can trust them not to break the beds along with everything else in the house."
Haldir looked pained.
"Bed. Yes. Great. Meghan, get your sulking ass in here and find the hobbits a bed!" Casey yelled. A series of inarticulate noises came from the other room, and a very ugly discord. Casey winced. "My poor piano." she mourned.
Meghan appeared. "Okay, hobbits. UP! UP!" She clapped her hands at them, glaring at Casey and the others as she did.
"You're well aware that I decidedly dislike you right now, right?" she asked of no one in particular. Having failed to evict a response, she marched the hobbits ruthlessly from the room. "Left! Left! Left, right, left!" she bellowed and the five of them marched up the stairs.
"Great," Casey groaned.
"Well, she's going to be a lot of fun to be with," Boromir supplied.
"Yeah. You aren't going to share a room with her," Casey retorted. Just then, something heavy bounced down the stairs.
"That'll be you-if you don't stop talking about me!" Meghan screamed.
"How did she hear what I said?" Casey asked.
"I'm psychic!"
"Oh yeah! You can read my thoughts. I love-"
"-Your ovaries!" This was followed by insane giggling from the two of them.
Meghan bounded down the stairs. She grabbed Haldir, Glorfindel and Legolas (don't ask me how she grabbed all three. She just did.) and dragged them into the guest room. "You're sleeping in here!" she chirped, happy once more.
Aragorn and Boromir looked confused. "Don't mind her. She's manic," Casey explained. It didn't help. She grabbed the twins. "Come one. You'll sleep in my parent's room."
Meghan came out of the guest room, laughing, as Casey flew down the stairs. "The rest of you have to sleep in the basement," Meghan told them and they all went downstairs.
"Right. Gimli, you're sleeping outside," Meghan told him.
"What?"
"Yup. Don't worry. It's warm out. Oh, and stay off the patio furniture!" Casey yelled, locking the door behind him.
"Gandalf, you can sleep on the futon," Meghan told him, pulling it out. "And you two-"
"We'll keep watch," Boromir said hastily. Casey snorted.
"From what? The crickets? This neighborhood is the most boring place in the world." Just then, a cricket hopped across the floor. "OK, that was just iweird/i." She looked at them. "Fine. Suit yourselves. But bwe/b are going to bed." She and Meghan left and walked up the stairs to the kitchen WELCOME TO CANADA! It's cold here. Eh? and looked at each other, then burst out in hysterical SONG! No, laugher. (A/N love Meghan: I could NOT resist. Sorry.)
"I'm hungry," Meghan announced.
"Oh, shut up. If you hadn't of been so hungry earlier then we wouldn't be here crammed with a house of fictional characters." They went to bed.
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And just because I want to- a few notes to the reviewers! (No, I'm NOT being sarcastic in any of these. I can see potential hurt feelings. I'm serious!)
"Me"- Glad to know you think it's "god." :P Are you worshiping the story now? Go ahead, I think it's a much better religion than some I could name. Hee.
???- I noticed that. However, just for the joy of being obstinate, I'm still using html tags in hopes that the html Fairy will come along and make everything better.
Legolas Stalker Tay- The ONLY reason I updated was because you asked. You are SPECIAL.
Melisa-malfoy- My ultimate goal in life is to get a two-word review from you. Indulge me?
Tough Cookie- I feel so. so. special! You read my story! Hooray!
Weasleytwinslover1112- Because I'm a terrible brat and resent the pretty people. Wouldn't you? Actually, it's to get away from the "Oh, Legolas, I love you! Here, let me feed you grapes and worship you and have your baby and buy you brand name clothes and..." Thing. I hate conformity.
Megan- Dammit! I'm going to kick you the next time I see you. When do we have band next? You're getting smacked with a flute! Dude, leave me my foibles. I happen to LIKE inconsistancy in a story! Adds to the readers enjoyment! ... Or I'm lazy. You pick.
Erenriel the Elven Canuck: I-laughed-so-hard- when I saw that name. I LOVE it!
Yeah, I'm done now! I'll shut up.