~*A/N: Haha!!! Sorry Heather, but this is too much fun to resist! I only
wish it were possible. . . lol. No worries though, I'll just have Jess take
a few pictures when she gets there ^_^ !*~
~*Growing Party*~
Heather walked out from behind the screen wearing a dress. And not only was it a dress, but it was PINK. With little bows at the sleeves. Becky nearly had a heart attack laughing. Heather looked like she was going to kill whoever had dared make such an awful garment.
There was a loud pop, and Jess was in the room too.
"What the hell?" exclaimed Becky and Heather at the same time.
"Yeah, I'll say. How did I get here?"
Gandalf came running into the room obviously looking for something.
"By Valar! You weren't supposed to be here! I sent for Heather's clothes, not you!"
"Well, I'm here, and I'm sure as hell not leaving any time soon. I'm in Middle Earth!" Said Jess.
"Why couldn't my clothes have come instead? This is SO not fair." Whoa, Heather never pouted, but that sure looked like a pout. Interesting. . . maybe the dress was having a bit of an effect on her.
At this point Jess noticed that Heather was wearing a pink dress with bows at the sleeves. She whipped out her little camera as quickly as she could. Heather turned around in attempt to hide from Jess's camera. It didn't really work though, as Jess was still busily snapping photos from the back, considering that there was a huge pink bow made out of ribbon just above the bum that Heather obviously hadn't noticed.
"Jess! Cut that out right now or I'll make your condition way worse than it already is!" breathed Heather.
"Oh I don't think so, you're too busy hiding from my little camera. Did you know that there's a huge pink ribbon bow above your ass?"
Heather quickly reached back to cover it when she noticed that it was too big to be covered by only two hands.
"Becky, help me, please!"
"No way! I'm not putting my hands over your butt!"
She finally realized that the screen was still in the room and ducked behind it. With a warning to Jess: "Jess, if you come back here with that thing, I'm going to have to introduce my fist to your face."
Jess sighed and gave up. "Shut up Becky."
Becky was trying not to laugh any more, as she had a cramp in her side from laughter. "No, you see, if you're going to stay here, then you're going to have to wear a dress too."
"Oh no I'm not. I'm going to 'borrow' a pair of Aragorn's breeches and one of his shirts for a while."
"No you're not. If we have to wear those foul things, then you have to too."
"And, of course, you're going to make sure of it."
"You bet! Why wouldn't I? If I didn't, you'd steal Aragorn's clothes. Even though he isn't even here. Why not steal Legolas' clothes?"
"Aragorn, Legolas, what's the difference?"
"Did someone just say Aragorn?" Asked a new voice. They all turned around to see Holly looking around the room avidly.
"Holly, since when are you into Aragorn? And what happened to your boyfriend, might I ask?" said Becky.
"I dumped him. And I've been into Aragorn since I started reading the BreeGirls. De has me totally in love with Aragorn."
"I can see that," said Heather from behind the screen.
"Heather's here too?
"Yeah. And she's wearing a dress too."
"No way?!" Holly ran to the other side of the screen before Heather could even threaten her. "Oh. My. God. That. Is. Too. Funny," she said slowly.
"Yeah, but you and Jess get to wear them too."
"True, but I'll die before I wear a pink one. Blue for me, baby."
"Green for me," said Jess.
"No fair, why do you guys get to choose?"
~*A/N: because I feel like it.*~
"Because they are short enough to have their choice. The pink one was the only one long enough for you," said Becky.
"Fine," Heather grumbled.
Holly sat in thought for a minute before asking, "Becky, how did I get here?"
"I take it that Gandalf is still trying to get Heather's clothes here. And now He has to try to get yours and Jess's here too. I bet that by the end of the day, all of us will be here."
"So why isn't he getting your clothes too?"
"Because Legolas won't let him. Besides, I'll do anything to please my elf. I'm still wearing my jeans once in a while though. You know, the ones I wore on the way here."
"Oh yeah. I know the pair."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
By the end of the day, all of the girls that Becky normally hung out with was in Middle Earth, and Gandalf was sending messages to all of the parents explaining where their seventeen-year-old-girls were.
The girls were staying in a room with Becky to have a huge slumber ::cough cough:: gossip ::cough cough:: party. Luckily, Faye had been wearing her Discman when she was transported, and they were all listening to Andrew W. K. as loudly as the Discman would allow.
As usual, all conversation ceased when 'She Is Beautiful' came on. All of the girls sat there nodding their heads in time to the beat and singing along. Gandalf peeked his head into the room for a minute to make sure that they were all staying out of mischief, and simply shook his head when he saw this.
~*A/N: and NO, Gandalf ISN'T a peeping tom, I swear.*~
Gandalf went to assure Legolas that all was well when he saw that most of the Fellowship was assembled in the main hall. He chuckled when he heard Frodo inquiring as to the whereabouts of Holly. Wasn't that halfling ever going to see that she didn't think of him that way? Oh well.
"I guess that you all should know that all of the girls are happily gossiping in Rebecca's room. Legolas, I don't think you'll be allowed in there tonight."
"That's fine, I don't want to be in the middle of that many girls. But what is gossiping?"
"I have no clue, but that's what Rebecca said they were doing."
"Alright then."
"Holly's up there?" Frodo asked with a smile.
"Yes, but I would leave her alone if I were you."
"Tonight, I'll write her a note then. And I can give it to her at breakfast. She's sure to love me then."
Aragorn laid a hand on Frodo's shoulder. "I don't know if the fair lady is 'into' love notes, but we'll see. I wish you luck young friend," he said while thinking just the opposite. He hoped with his whole being that she wasn't one to swoon over a simple note. She was too close to perfect for that.
~*A/N: ::sigh:: Aragorn. . . Sorry guys, but I want my romance in there too. Besides, it's MY story anyways, isn't it? No worries though. I'm going to get on with Becky's wedding pretty soon. I just want this fic to be a little longer than the last one. Now if I can just manage it without it dragging on.*~
~*Growing Party*~
Heather walked out from behind the screen wearing a dress. And not only was it a dress, but it was PINK. With little bows at the sleeves. Becky nearly had a heart attack laughing. Heather looked like she was going to kill whoever had dared make such an awful garment.
There was a loud pop, and Jess was in the room too.
"What the hell?" exclaimed Becky and Heather at the same time.
"Yeah, I'll say. How did I get here?"
Gandalf came running into the room obviously looking for something.
"By Valar! You weren't supposed to be here! I sent for Heather's clothes, not you!"
"Well, I'm here, and I'm sure as hell not leaving any time soon. I'm in Middle Earth!" Said Jess.
"Why couldn't my clothes have come instead? This is SO not fair." Whoa, Heather never pouted, but that sure looked like a pout. Interesting. . . maybe the dress was having a bit of an effect on her.
At this point Jess noticed that Heather was wearing a pink dress with bows at the sleeves. She whipped out her little camera as quickly as she could. Heather turned around in attempt to hide from Jess's camera. It didn't really work though, as Jess was still busily snapping photos from the back, considering that there was a huge pink bow made out of ribbon just above the bum that Heather obviously hadn't noticed.
"Jess! Cut that out right now or I'll make your condition way worse than it already is!" breathed Heather.
"Oh I don't think so, you're too busy hiding from my little camera. Did you know that there's a huge pink ribbon bow above your ass?"
Heather quickly reached back to cover it when she noticed that it was too big to be covered by only two hands.
"Becky, help me, please!"
"No way! I'm not putting my hands over your butt!"
She finally realized that the screen was still in the room and ducked behind it. With a warning to Jess: "Jess, if you come back here with that thing, I'm going to have to introduce my fist to your face."
Jess sighed and gave up. "Shut up Becky."
Becky was trying not to laugh any more, as she had a cramp in her side from laughter. "No, you see, if you're going to stay here, then you're going to have to wear a dress too."
"Oh no I'm not. I'm going to 'borrow' a pair of Aragorn's breeches and one of his shirts for a while."
"No you're not. If we have to wear those foul things, then you have to too."
"And, of course, you're going to make sure of it."
"You bet! Why wouldn't I? If I didn't, you'd steal Aragorn's clothes. Even though he isn't even here. Why not steal Legolas' clothes?"
"Aragorn, Legolas, what's the difference?"
"Did someone just say Aragorn?" Asked a new voice. They all turned around to see Holly looking around the room avidly.
"Holly, since when are you into Aragorn? And what happened to your boyfriend, might I ask?" said Becky.
"I dumped him. And I've been into Aragorn since I started reading the BreeGirls. De has me totally in love with Aragorn."
"I can see that," said Heather from behind the screen.
"Heather's here too?
"Yeah. And she's wearing a dress too."
"No way?!" Holly ran to the other side of the screen before Heather could even threaten her. "Oh. My. God. That. Is. Too. Funny," she said slowly.
"Yeah, but you and Jess get to wear them too."
"True, but I'll die before I wear a pink one. Blue for me, baby."
"Green for me," said Jess.
"No fair, why do you guys get to choose?"
~*A/N: because I feel like it.*~
"Because they are short enough to have their choice. The pink one was the only one long enough for you," said Becky.
"Fine," Heather grumbled.
Holly sat in thought for a minute before asking, "Becky, how did I get here?"
"I take it that Gandalf is still trying to get Heather's clothes here. And now He has to try to get yours and Jess's here too. I bet that by the end of the day, all of us will be here."
"So why isn't he getting your clothes too?"
"Because Legolas won't let him. Besides, I'll do anything to please my elf. I'm still wearing my jeans once in a while though. You know, the ones I wore on the way here."
"Oh yeah. I know the pair."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
By the end of the day, all of the girls that Becky normally hung out with was in Middle Earth, and Gandalf was sending messages to all of the parents explaining where their seventeen-year-old-girls were.
The girls were staying in a room with Becky to have a huge slumber ::cough cough:: gossip ::cough cough:: party. Luckily, Faye had been wearing her Discman when she was transported, and they were all listening to Andrew W. K. as loudly as the Discman would allow.
As usual, all conversation ceased when 'She Is Beautiful' came on. All of the girls sat there nodding their heads in time to the beat and singing along. Gandalf peeked his head into the room for a minute to make sure that they were all staying out of mischief, and simply shook his head when he saw this.
~*A/N: and NO, Gandalf ISN'T a peeping tom, I swear.*~
Gandalf went to assure Legolas that all was well when he saw that most of the Fellowship was assembled in the main hall. He chuckled when he heard Frodo inquiring as to the whereabouts of Holly. Wasn't that halfling ever going to see that she didn't think of him that way? Oh well.
"I guess that you all should know that all of the girls are happily gossiping in Rebecca's room. Legolas, I don't think you'll be allowed in there tonight."
"That's fine, I don't want to be in the middle of that many girls. But what is gossiping?"
"I have no clue, but that's what Rebecca said they were doing."
"Alright then."
"Holly's up there?" Frodo asked with a smile.
"Yes, but I would leave her alone if I were you."
"Tonight, I'll write her a note then. And I can give it to her at breakfast. She's sure to love me then."
Aragorn laid a hand on Frodo's shoulder. "I don't know if the fair lady is 'into' love notes, but we'll see. I wish you luck young friend," he said while thinking just the opposite. He hoped with his whole being that she wasn't one to swoon over a simple note. She was too close to perfect for that.
~*A/N: ::sigh:: Aragorn. . . Sorry guys, but I want my romance in there too. Besides, it's MY story anyways, isn't it? No worries though. I'm going to get on with Becky's wedding pretty soon. I just want this fic to be a little longer than the last one. Now if I can just manage it without it dragging on.*~