Disclaimer: Uuungh. HERE.
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***THREE HOURS LATER***
Casey rolled over and poked Meghan, who was splayed out on the end of her bed.
"Meghan!" Poke. "Meghan! Are you asleep??"
"NO. Wait. YES."
"Oh. Well, I think we should go check on the. people. Just. cause."
"No. Wait, do I have to get up?"
"Just a little bit, yes."
"Then, NO." She rolled over and curled up into a ball. Casey considered this for a few seconds, then promptly shoved her friend off the bed.
"Ow! The BLOODY HELL are you doing?!?"
"Since you're up Ianyways/I," breezed Casey, ignoring her, "Why don't we go check on the hobbits and the other. things."
Meghan got stiffly to her feet. "I hate you."
"I know! Now, c'mon. They've been quiet for almost four hours now. That worries me."
They walked into Patrick's bedroom, where the hobbits were sleeping. They were a mass of tangled sheets.
"How can they Isleep/I like that?" Casey wondered aloud.
"One. two. three. -wait, where's Merry?" Megan asked.
"I don't know. I'm sure he's in there somewhere. Anyway, they're all in a very deep sleep. It's all good." They left the room to check on Elladan and Elrohir across the hall.
"Yep. They're fine," Meghan announced.
"They're so cute," Casey cooed. The two of them trooped downstairs. They went into the guest room to check on the other three elves. Haldir and Glorfindel were stretched out on the guest bed contentedly.
Legolas, on the other hand was quite uncomfortable. Meghan had made him sleep on the cot, which wasn't anywhere bnear/b big enough for him. Although his head was as far up as it could go, from his knees down his legs were off the bed. A very small blanket stretched from his knees to his chest. He was staring up at the ceiling, muttering what was presumably curses at Meghan.
"Hi!" Casey chirped. He sat up straight, then relaxed as he realized it was only them.
"That's a good way to get yourself killed," he commented dryly.
"Comfy?" Meghan asked with slight contempt in her voice.
"Very," he replied sardonically. "Thank you for caring so much about my well being. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go back to sleep." He lay back down and ignored them.
"What is with the sarcastic elves?" Casey asked as they left the room. At the bottom of the basement stairs they nearly tripped over Merry, who was curled up in a ball on the platform.
"Ok, I guess he Iwasn't/I in his bed," Casey decided.
"What should we do with him?" Meghan asked, nudging him with her foot.
"I don't know," Casey answered. Right then Gandalf walked out into the hall. He saw Merry lying there in a ball and sighed. Shaking his head he walked away again.
"Let's just wake him up and go back to bed," Meghan suggested. "We know Gandalf's fine and Aragorn and Boromir are wake. And Gimli. whatever. Who cares?"
"OK," Casey agreed, yawning. The nudged Merry until he woke up, put him back in Patrick's bed with the other hobbits and then went to bed themselves.
When Casey woke up the next morning, Meghan was gone. She figured she was eating and went to take a shower.
She came back wrapped in a towel with another one in her hair. She was just about to switch the towel for clothes when she noticed four hobbits sitting on her bed. "What are you doing in here?" she yelled. "Get out! Out, out, bOUT/b!" She chased them out, shutting and locking the door. She leaned against the door and screamed. Very, very loudly. It was followed by the sound of many feet on the stairs. "Oops." She grabbed a pair of white linen pants from the closet and hauled them on quickly.
"I can't get the door open!" Elrohir called.
"I know! Wait a minute!" She hauled on a red peasant top (which, coincidently, Meghan had given her) and opened the door. Just about everyone burst into the room.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing!"
"Then why did you scream?"
"Exasperation." She looked around. "Where's Meghan?"
"She left. She wanted to get more clothes, I think."
"Left?"
"Yes. But don't worry. We sent Haldir with her, so she won't be attacked or killed or anything. She's perfectly safe."
"She IbLEFT/I/b?!?" Casey demanded again, not especially caring about Meghan's personal safety.
"Yes," he repeated, speaking as though she were a small child.
"You mean she left me here. Alone. With all of you?" She stomped across the hall and grabbed the cordless phone. "I'm going to kill her! Wait. Did you say she went with IHaldir/I?"
(Niko) Honestly, I wouldn't normally end the chapter here, but that's the entirety of what we've got typed up so far. Go us! Or, more accurately, go Casey, who does the typing. And will be, whether she's aware of it or not. Buah hah.
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***THREE HOURS LATER***
Casey rolled over and poked Meghan, who was splayed out on the end of her bed.
"Meghan!" Poke. "Meghan! Are you asleep??"
"NO. Wait. YES."
"Oh. Well, I think we should go check on the. people. Just. cause."
"No. Wait, do I have to get up?"
"Just a little bit, yes."
"Then, NO." She rolled over and curled up into a ball. Casey considered this for a few seconds, then promptly shoved her friend off the bed.
"Ow! The BLOODY HELL are you doing?!?"
"Since you're up Ianyways/I," breezed Casey, ignoring her, "Why don't we go check on the hobbits and the other. things."
Meghan got stiffly to her feet. "I hate you."
"I know! Now, c'mon. They've been quiet for almost four hours now. That worries me."
They walked into Patrick's bedroom, where the hobbits were sleeping. They were a mass of tangled sheets.
"How can they Isleep/I like that?" Casey wondered aloud.
"One. two. three. -wait, where's Merry?" Megan asked.
"I don't know. I'm sure he's in there somewhere. Anyway, they're all in a very deep sleep. It's all good." They left the room to check on Elladan and Elrohir across the hall.
"Yep. They're fine," Meghan announced.
"They're so cute," Casey cooed. The two of them trooped downstairs. They went into the guest room to check on the other three elves. Haldir and Glorfindel were stretched out on the guest bed contentedly.
Legolas, on the other hand was quite uncomfortable. Meghan had made him sleep on the cot, which wasn't anywhere bnear/b big enough for him. Although his head was as far up as it could go, from his knees down his legs were off the bed. A very small blanket stretched from his knees to his chest. He was staring up at the ceiling, muttering what was presumably curses at Meghan.
"Hi!" Casey chirped. He sat up straight, then relaxed as he realized it was only them.
"That's a good way to get yourself killed," he commented dryly.
"Comfy?" Meghan asked with slight contempt in her voice.
"Very," he replied sardonically. "Thank you for caring so much about my well being. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go back to sleep." He lay back down and ignored them.
"What is with the sarcastic elves?" Casey asked as they left the room. At the bottom of the basement stairs they nearly tripped over Merry, who was curled up in a ball on the platform.
"Ok, I guess he Iwasn't/I in his bed," Casey decided.
"What should we do with him?" Meghan asked, nudging him with her foot.
"I don't know," Casey answered. Right then Gandalf walked out into the hall. He saw Merry lying there in a ball and sighed. Shaking his head he walked away again.
"Let's just wake him up and go back to bed," Meghan suggested. "We know Gandalf's fine and Aragorn and Boromir are wake. And Gimli. whatever. Who cares?"
"OK," Casey agreed, yawning. The nudged Merry until he woke up, put him back in Patrick's bed with the other hobbits and then went to bed themselves.
When Casey woke up the next morning, Meghan was gone. She figured she was eating and went to take a shower.
She came back wrapped in a towel with another one in her hair. She was just about to switch the towel for clothes when she noticed four hobbits sitting on her bed. "What are you doing in here?" she yelled. "Get out! Out, out, bOUT/b!" She chased them out, shutting and locking the door. She leaned against the door and screamed. Very, very loudly. It was followed by the sound of many feet on the stairs. "Oops." She grabbed a pair of white linen pants from the closet and hauled them on quickly.
"I can't get the door open!" Elrohir called.
"I know! Wait a minute!" She hauled on a red peasant top (which, coincidently, Meghan had given her) and opened the door. Just about everyone burst into the room.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing!"
"Then why did you scream?"
"Exasperation." She looked around. "Where's Meghan?"
"She left. She wanted to get more clothes, I think."
"Left?"
"Yes. But don't worry. We sent Haldir with her, so she won't be attacked or killed or anything. She's perfectly safe."
"She IbLEFT/I/b?!?" Casey demanded again, not especially caring about Meghan's personal safety.
"Yes," he repeated, speaking as though she were a small child.
"You mean she left me here. Alone. With all of you?" She stomped across the hall and grabbed the cordless phone. "I'm going to kill her! Wait. Did you say she went with IHaldir/I?"
(Niko) Honestly, I wouldn't normally end the chapter here, but that's the entirety of what we've got typed up so far. Go us! Or, more accurately, go Casey, who does the typing. And will be, whether she's aware of it or not. Buah hah.