The Private Rehabilitation Center of Minas Tirith
By Aiwendil Greenleaf
Disclaimer: *Does cheerleader dance, including squad, pom-poms and all* Tolkien, Tolkien, he's the man, *Jumps to the top of the pyramid* Look at Leggy, Tolkien can. *Pauses* Could. Now it doesn't rhyme *Stumbles, and falls of pyramid* Bugger, I think I've broken something *Snigger* Trust a Brandybuck and a Took. Detour to the emergency... Arwrench belongs to BreeGirls.

Beta: Jessa Sprite. The finest there is, you can wager on that.

~*~*A/N: Hey, I'm already writing. I suck at German. But I'm a very good math-person. And I rock at Danish. Considering that's what I speak, I think that's a good thing. Yay me!! So, I'm not really feeling the love here people, give me a break. That means a Kit-Kat in my life, so give it up. Yes, I'm talking to you, you in the back. Don't think I haven't noticed you, chewing on that for the last five chapters!!

REQUEST: Now, this story is much more popular then I ever thought it would become. So, I wanna make it bigger. So, anyone of you cute little reviewers feel like artwork?? I suck myself (proudly) but maybe some of you feel like it. Drawings, photo-manipulation stuff like that. I love when a story has that, so anybody up for it?? I'll put it on the page I'm gonna design for the story. I think it'll be good.
Hello reviewers!!!

Lady Idril : And she's bouncy again. Your little elf is in, and she'll be fun. Yeah. And thank you for the nice review.

Kat : I LOVE YOU!! That's the best review yet, because it's long. I've only seen reviews this long on really good stories. You know what?? If we make you and Elf, I bet you're not that bad. *Smile* Hang in there.

asia : Thank you.

DeeSarrachi : Your wish is my command. You and Pearl will be kicking some Longcleeve-ass by next chappie. And I just got another idea, which I think you'll like. Brook and Pippin already know each other. *Evil crackle*

Riders of Rohan : Lily lubs me!! I lub her too!!! *Huggles Lily* I'm so happy over here!!!

Fiora : Now now, there's no need to. I don't remember all you said, but it'll be great for you, this chapter. You're rescued from the detention room, just in time for the party. And more, just read the damn story. And hey, I don't have time to write faster, I have to study for my exams. And have oral exams. And bake cake for "Cake Day". I'm busy. Stop thinking about the cow, it's weird. Get a life, or at least a hobby.

Ara : Thank you, very much actually.

wujasmine : Aw, I'm so proud.

kate : Gonna, I'm gonna.

Aerin : I know the feeling, of looking forward to elvin-drinking parties, I mean.

Insanegoth : You seem pleased about everything. That's good ^_^

offspring-the-kids-aint-a : *Smiles brightly* I love you too, my faithful reviewer. I got two A's, Danish and English. That's what I'm good at, so that's great really. I'm glad you like Figwit being noble, I liked that detail myself.

michelleforworld-domination : *Happy sigh* I, myself, is very fond of the Emyn Muil idea.

The Lady Sorcha of Sevenwaters : Fucking funny. That sounds sassy.

Alona : Phew, easier when I know your name in my head. Thank you for liking my story.

Neko-youkai : I do to. Thank you.

Renze: Miss Cam would feed me to the Mini-Balrog's. Or the Nuzgul. *Gulp* Well, you can have a little elf in the hoard, I love pleasing reviewers.
Now, Story time kiddies. Do we want Haldir, yes we do, don't we??
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Nef stopped and looked around, "This looks strangely familiar."

"It's because we've been here before. We're going in circles" Legolas whined, and leaned on Aragorn. The human offered his lover the "Crusty- Lembas-Snackers" bag (minimum fat, minimum cholesterol, minimum taste), and Leggy grabbed a handful. He chewed a few seconds, then waved Nef (and her coke, mostly her coke) to his side. Elladan and Elrohir walked past the "Snack-Group", and moved to check out their current whereabouts. Figwit coughed, and he teeth clattered. Aragorn threw his scarf at him with a sympathetic smile.

Haldir, on the other hand, smiled cheerfully, nothing seemed to get him down. That just annoyed the rest of his friends. Éomer had started singing "The Lumberjack Song" 20 minutes earlier, and Glorfindel was trying to put as many swearwords into a sentence as possibly. Of cause 'he' didn't know that, but both Legs and Nef kept count. By that time "That friggin' little hobbit fucker, I'm gonna rip his ugly head off, and stick it up the little cock-suckers old stinking ass!!" was in the lead. Extra points for the growling, and the queasiness Nef experienced after hearing the sentence. So yeah, all added up, things weren't good.

"How did that damn midget get the job as geography teacher, when he can't even find his way around. Where are we??" Gaelwyn growled frustrated. She only received shrugs.

But even though most the student wished they were dead (or were dead), their (un) trusted Professor Baggins, was having a splendid time. "You're not gonna like this," Elladan yelled, as he and his brother came back from the front. "Now that we're here,"

"In the lovely nature," Elrohir sarcastically shot in, and the rest grimaced.

"The Professor decided we might as well check out the Dead Marshes," Elladan ended.

"Oh joy," Legolas groaned, "Let's take a trip to Fangorn Forest next, maybe a stop by Helms Deep while we're at it."

"You're dripping sarcasm on the ground," Gaelwyn said, and sighed. "Just you wait, this is like a holiday compared to my father."

Glorfindel sent her a look, "You're not helping."

Their debate was interrupted by a cheerful, "Come along, you lazy kids!"

"I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay, I sleep all night and I work all day," Éomer sang merrily, and Nef hit his arm half-hearted. Éomer smiled, and looked ahead, "I wonder how they do it," he mused, and pointed at his sister and Arwen. They were chatting with Bilbo, and had fake "I'm-So-Into- Geography" - looks on, Nef noted. They could form a union, I.S.I.G. "Her grades have improved lately," Éomer added, and pulled out a Pixi Stick.

"'Guess your sister likes the cock after all," Aragorn shrugged, and smirked at his friend.

Éomer crooked an eyebrow, "You expect an argument??" Nef's eyes widened under the force of laughter and she choked on her coke, spluttering it all over Figwit's back. He twirled surprised around, splashing his wet hair in Legolas' face. Legolas then jumped back, stepping on Aragorn's foot, almost knocking him over too. Aragorn screeched in surprise, his hand grabbing for something to hold onto. He got Haldir, who grabbed onto. Just trust me, chaos followed.
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Pearl shuddered, and Sam looked closely at her. "Stop it Samwise," the lass muttered, and rummaged though her dresser. She held out a box of pills in triumph.

"What is that??" Sam made his concerned-puppy-look.

Pearl groaned, "Is that sentence grammatically correct, 'cause I'm not really sure, there's more of them," she grinned in the end of her speech, and swallowed a few pills. "My stomach is acting weird, and I'm queasy. Maybe it's the flu or something."

Sam didn't look convinced, but Pearl ignored him, "You worry to much, it'll give you wrinkles." Pearl giggled, and jumped atop of her roommate, pushing his chins back. "Better," she confirmed, and scattered off.

Sam rubbed his chin, and sent her a dirty look, "Maybe you should go to the nurse."

"Sam, sweetheart, don't worry about it. Jeesh, my father doesn't even care as much as you do."

Sam sighed, "Pity I won't have children."

"Maybe you'll be the groundbreaking guy, who knocked up Frodo Baggins," Pearl suggested innocently. Sam rolled his eyes, and sat down hard on the floor. Pearl blinked at him and shrugged, "Fine, you're no fun. What's the next class??"

"Self-confidence, Théoden. Today is "You make your own happiness"-day. Should be a blast," Sam smiled, the irony so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Pearl picked up her book, "Well, what do you expect from someone, who gives you a school book entitled: Just Say; Yes I Can??"

"I don't know what I was thinking," Sam smirked, and got up with a groan.
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"I don't believe it," Mîm muttered, and shook her head. "More teachers. Stupid Elves, burning down their stupid school."

"Hey," Gimli re-read the note, "With the additional teachers, we will have elective classes."

Mîm rolled her eyes, "What clouds. Yeah, now we can take," she scanned the list, "Elvin Poetry, Gardening, ancient history, religion, Riding and." Her eyes lit up, "Dwarfen Mining, with Thorin Oakenshield. Isn't he dead??" She turned to her cousin.

"Apparently not. Two dwarfs, Fili and Kili are coming too."

The female frowned, "They had dwarfs in Lothlórien, why??"

Gimli shrugged, and picked up his back, "Maybe the Moria department kicked them out. It's only an elementary school after all. "

"Yeah," Mîm nodded knowingly. "Hopefully the Barad-Dûr school won't burn while I'm here."

Gimli laughed loudly, "I hear you on that one. Eeew, imagine your roommate being an Uruk-hai."

"No, no imagining, none at all."
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Melianwen sheltered her nose, "Damn it's smelly."

Boromir nodded, and glanced behind him. He kept an eye on Faramir the whole time, because let's face it, you never knew. It was stupid really, but he always did right after. An incident. Boromir really wished he knew why his brother did it. But he actually did. If Faramir felt like he dishonoured the family, hurt someone. Boromir sighed, and rubbed his temples. His brother needed a girl. Right now, even Nef would be great for him. Melianwen was looking at him again, trying to figure out what he was thinking. Boromir gave her a reassuring smile, but she still looked worried.

Like usual, Faramir was walking alone. He liked it, and somehow he didn't. It was confusing. He hated being alone, but he hated being around to many people, just as much. If only. He could her the Scum-Group (Leggy, Nef and co.) laughing. He sighed deeply, when suddenly.

"Hi Faramir."

Faramir jumped, "Hey, Nef don't do that."

Nef looked extremely blameworthy, and pouted softly, "Sorry, I just thought I'd keep you company."

"You don't have to," Faramir murmured, and stared into the horizon.

Nef glared, "Hey, life-saver trying to communicate here." Faramir's head shot in her direction. "Oh," that was right, he hadn't know. Nef waved nervously, and went back to her group.

Faramir sighed, and rubbed his eyes, trying to keep the tears in. A hand was put on his shoulder, "Nef, I said you should." Faramir turned to see the other Elf. Gaelwyn, giving the impression of being sorta baffled.

"Sorry, I just thought I'd say hi," the green-eyed said gently, and went to move away.

Faramir grabbed her wrist, "No, I didn't mean it like that, it's just."

Gaelwyn beamed, and strolled up next to him, and flicked her hair charmingly, "So, your brother seems like a bitch."

"He's fair enough," Faramir smiled.

The Elf laid a hand on his shoulder, "Coming to the party??"

Faramir squinted at her, "I've heard rumours."

"Trust me, M' boy," Gaelwyn grinned, "I'll make it all worth it."
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"WHAT?!?"

Galadriel and Celeborn carefully stepped back, and shared a look. An 'I'll hold him, my love, and you'll run. Run, save yourself!!' - look.

Elrond stared at the sheet of paper, his left eye twitching disturbingly. "They are sending more??" he asked, voice trying to sound calm, but not quite succeeding. At all actually.

"Seems like it, sir," Galadriel said, voice tiny. Even she had fear of Elrond's panic-attacks.

Elrond buried his face in his hands. They where sending more students. One Elf from Rivendell Private School and a Hobbit from The Shire's Public School. Arriving that afternoon.

Elrond peeked out from under his hands, "Give me the cases, please??"

Celeborn slipped the files onto the Principals desk, and jumped back. Elrond read in silence, then his eyes widened, "WHAT?!?!"

"That would be Brook Boffin, I suspect," Galadriel said in her most formal manner.

"She kicked a teacher in the." Elrond waved his hand to prove his point.

Galadriel shifted anxiously, "You'd be happy to know, they've successfully pulled his testicle back down." Elrond stared at his Professor, and she sighed. "She insist he kicked himself in the balls. He tried making a pass on her."

"Stupid Teenage girls," Celeborn mumbled, receiving a shift kick from his wife.

Elrond raised an eyebrow at the two Professors, and picked the next file. "Hmm, lovely, a family member of Glorfindel. And a Satanist too, how neat," he said sarcastically, throwing the file back down. "This is not go- ."

A knock on the door, and Sauron's head popping in, "Master Elrond. New students."

Elrond threw his hand in the air, and looked extremely displeased, "How about a fair warning??"

Celeborn and Galadriel tip-toed out the door, and the newcomers strolled in. Elrond felt his eyes widen. How the hell (!!) does ones hair get that colour?? The Elf's, black, with blue streaks. Pierced nose, ears, lip and, yes, tongue. Heavy black make-up, and black clothes. Leather pants, leather jacket. A confident smirk plastered on her face, and when she sat in the nearest chair, she sat very. masculine you might say.

The hobbit was another matter. She looked somewhat, cold, bitchy. Red hair, green eyes, hard glare. Elrond sighed, "Welcome Misses," he peeked at the files, "Boffin and Gondolin." He frowned. Okay, the name was Idril of Gondolin, but imagine your middle name being 'of'.

The youngsters didn't look the least intimidated. Idril rolled her eyes, and was just about to spit in the corner, when, "Don't even think about it Missy."

Idril flipped Elrond the finger, and started gurgling. Elrond silently counted to 10, and took a few deep breaths. He'd start with the hobbit.
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"EEEW!!"

Simultaneously just about all the Elves (and Aragorn) rolled their eyes at Arwen's outburst. "There's dead people in the water," Éowyn screeched.

"Remains from The Middle-Earth Woodstock," Bilbo explained.

Legolas sighed melancholically, "Those were times."

Aragorn sent him a look, and Haldir smiled to himself.

"They're beggin' for it," Nef whispered quickly to Haldir, and pointed at the Über-Bitches. They were standing at the edge of the marshes, looking in with disgust. Nef silently sneaked up behind them. Before the boys could register what she was doing, two solid pushes sent Arwrench and Éowyn flying into the water. They resurfaced, spluttering water, screaming, covered in seaweed. After a few seconds of shock, the entire snack-group started laughing so hard, Legolas and Figwit had to sit down.

"Miss Anìron!!" Oh boy, here came the bad part. Professor Baggins looked kinda pissed off, "I think Sauron will see you for detention, at eight, sharp."

Legolas wiped his eyes, a final giggle, then calming down, "God, I'm sorry Nef, but." Arwen and Éowyn had gotten up, and the sight of them in full statue sent Legolas into another laughing-fit.

Nef smiled proudly and the group followed their extremely pissed off Professor. "I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay, I sleep all night and I work all day," a voice sang, and Nef glared at her human buddy, Éomer.

"Who taught you that stupid song??"

Éomer beamed slightly, "Fiora."

Nef crooked an eyebrow, "The one who speaks with a strange even-ness and selects her words a shade too precisely??"

"Some men like that," Haldir shot in.

Éomer rolled his eyes, "Yep, the crazy girl. She's locked up in detention, but she'll be joining classes Monday."

"Joy, that'll turn out fun," Legs grumbled and threw and empty soda-bottle behind a rock.

There was silence for a few minutes, while the group just walked. "The party," Nef gasped suddenly, "I'm gonna be locked up in detention!!"
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Pearl quickly turned around to walk the other way, but it was to late. "Hey look, it's the little whore!!" Diamond's gang of bitches giggled in a very nasty way.

"That wasn't a nice thing to say."

Pearl turned her head. Another hobbit-lass was standing, leaning against the wall. She had a certain vibe around her. Like you didn't wanna mess with her.

"Who the hell are you??" Diamond spit out her pink bubble gum.

The redhead sighed, "Brook Boffin. Now why would you call this young lass a whore??"

Diamond and her gang didn't seem frightened by the newcomer. "Because she sleeps with my man??" Diamond suggested.

"He is not your man," Pearl spat, and attacked the bitch of Longcleeve, successfully giving her a few good hits, before getting hit herself, fleeing back. Diamond grinned, "Girlie. Afraid she's gonna lose her little Pippin sex-toy. "

Brook froze. She stared at Pearl, then at Diamond, and back at Pearl again. Something seemed to fall into place in her head, and with a single blow, she knocked Diamond into the nearest wall.

Diamond glared angrily at her opponent, drying her now bleeding lip with the back of her hand, "You will pay, Brook Boffin." Her group quickly helped her up and they fled down the nearest corridor.

Pearl shuddered and dissolved into a heap on the floor. Brook wriggled her nose, and held her hand up, "Are you hurt, or somethin' ??"

The other shook her head, and took the hand, "Thank you for helping me, Brook."

"Well," Brook shrugged, "We Pippin-shaggers have to look out for one another."

Pearl's jaw fell, "You know Peregrin??"

"Y'uh huh," Brook smiled evilly, "In many private ways."
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"Mîm, it's a very stupid idea." Rosie knew she wouldn't be able to change her friends mind, but there was no harm in trying. Again.

Mîm sized up a blue shirt, "That's the basics of it's appeal."

"Oh, really. Getting killed is so much fun," Rosie grumbled, and threw her hands in the air. "You know Elves hate dwarfs and hobbits."

The Dwarf paused, "Why is that??"

"We're short, and we're not unnaturally pretty, that's why," Rosie stated shortly.

"Huh."

Rosie groaned, "Come on, stay here, we'll get drunk or play strip-poker with Gimli." Rosie froze, "On the other hand, enjoy the party."

Mîm grinned at the hobbit's disgust, over her own imagination, "Oh, this is gonna be fun, fun, fun."
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Sauron looked smug. Too smug for Nef's liking. "So, you push people into Marshes??" Nef only nodded, she did push people into marshes. Sauron smiled in glee, "Fiora, are you done with the desks??"

Nef stared at the door. Fiora looked, well, not as clean as she was the last time Nef saw her. But she still spoke funny, "Yes. No gum on any desks. Can I go now, and if I can, would you move from the door??"

Sauron's hands crushed around an imaginary neck, most likely Fiora's. "This is Miss. Anìron. The two of you will be cleaning the toilets in the staff- wing. NOW!!"

Nef gulped, as did Fiora. Sauron crackled to himself and led them on their way. Nef registered the Fiora was indeed humming "The Lumberjack Song" all the time.
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"If it isn't Peregrin Took," a voice rang out.

Pippin, who was sitting on his bad, back turned to the door, stopped counting his penny's. "Brook??" Her turned around, to see the lass in the door, Pearl by her side, "Pearl, hi sweety," he hurriedly added.

"That's the way you greet old girlfriends, I'm feeling sorry for quite a few," Brook said flatly, but then her face broke into a huge smile, "Give me a hug, you little scamp."

Pearl backed a little away, as Pippin did as he was told. Of cause he then kissed Pearl, and hugged her too. But really, Pearl wanted to know more about Brook, more then she wanted hugs from her boyfriend. So when the two old lovers started talking, she slipped into the hallway.

Pearl looked around, and spotted Merry in a sofa just down the corridor, "Merry, there's a new student."

Merry looked up from his book, "Who??"

Pearl took a deep breath, "What do you know of Brook Boffin??"

Under the sandy curls, Merry's eyebrows shot up, "She's here??" Pearl nodded, and put her hand on her hips. Merry bit his lip, "Well, she and Pip used to."

"Go out??"

Marry paused, "Have lots of wild sex," he ended with a twitch.

Pearl sat down in the other end of the sofa, "You're not helping here."

"I know," Merry whispered soothingly, "But Brook broke it off herself."

"Why??" Pearl asked slowly.

Merry shrugged, "She was done. Brook is the 'Want, take, have' type, she wanted Pip, she had Pip, she got bored with Pip."

Pearl stared into nothing for the next minutes, "Did he love her??"

"That doesn't matter now, does it??" Merry sent her a serious look. "He's in love with you now."

"Merry." Pearl stopped and swallowed a lump in her throat. "I.I.I.-" Merry bit his lip, stuttering back, not a good sign. "I'm, um, late."

Merry frowned, "What do you mean late?" Pearl didn't say anything, and slowly Merry got her point. Pippin, probably sex, late. "You're.Pregnant."

"I don't know," Pearl whispered, and looked truly devastated. Merry took a deep breath, and leaned over to hug the lass. Her shoulders starting shaking with silent sobs, and Merry closed his eyes. That would be hard to explain to the nurse.
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Legolas jumped up from Aragorn's lap, "Nefhuinëiel!!"

Nef brushed some dust from her pants, and strolled to the box, on which the pair was seated. The whole room was filled with elves and a few humans, all drinking, singing or making out with random girls. Not that there was a lot of girls, so most were just drinking. "Hi," Nef said tiredly.

Fiora jumped up beside her, "Hi, have you seen Éomer??"

Legolas blinked a few times. "Fiora??" Aragorn suggested with a shrug.

"That's me," Fiora said with a big smile.

"Over there," Legs pointed at Éomer, drinking with Isildur, Faramir and Gaelwyn.

Fiora beamed, "Thank you."

Nef sighed and grabbed Aragorn's drink, swallowing it in one gulp. Then she started coughing, "What the hell??"

"Vodka and Bacardi," Aragorn smiled, and patted her head, "Have a smoke."

Nef took the home-made cigar-like thing, and lit it. "Why, how did you get so beautiful??" a voice asked in a seductive manner.

Nef looked up at Haldir's grinning, slurred face, "I dunno, I was born that way."

Legolas smiled at the sweetness, and planted a romantic kiss on Aragorn's lips. Of cause it soon turned into wild snogging, so Nef quickly followed Haldir outside.

***

"Fiora," Éomer greeted with a grin.

Fiora beamed, "That's me. Hi Éomer, how are you??"

The human shrugged, "Drunk?"

The girl grinned, "Funny. Can I have some booze??"

Faramir and Gaelwyn raised some eyebrows, and left the sofa.

***

Elladan carefully balanced the pint on his head for two full seconds, and got it as reward. His brother giggled maniacally, and Arwen, who turned out of nowhere, slapped him on the back. "Hi Sis," the twins slurred, and offered her a gulp.

Arwen grinned, and tried the drink, "'Tastes like crap," she confirmed.

"Come on," Elrohir teased, "Be a man."

Arwen made a face, "I'm an Elvin female, you twit."

Elladan laughed loudly, and jumped atop of the nearest table, "People, PEOPLE!!!" he screamed loudly, getting everyone's attention. "Now, what's the best thing about hobbits??"

"Great shags??" someone (who sounded disturbingly like Figwit) yelled from the back.

Elladan grinned and wobbled for a second, "Nope. Great drinking songs!!!"

The crowd cheered, as Elladan cleared his throat, then sang on the top of his lungs, "Hey, ho, to the bottle I go!!"

"To heal my heart, and drown my woe!!" Elrohir cheered, and joined his brother on the table.

"Rain may fall, and wind may blow, but there'll still beeeee, many miles to go," the two sang merrily, and started dancing (very badly) to the tune they created. Under very heavy cheers, Elladan continued, "Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain,"

"And the stream that falls from hill to plain," Elrohir took over.

Elladan did a very disturbing hip-swing, before they both ended the song, "Better then rain or rippling brook. Is getting drunk in our neighbourhood!!" The twins simultaneously fell down from the table and passed out, leaving Arwen to drink another pint.

***

Faramir scanned the room for Gaelwyn. She had gone to cheer in the front, when the twins had decided to perform, and she wasn't back yet. Not that she'd be to hard to find. Then again, the room was the size of an ordinary basement, but it was only lit by candles on different small boxes (used for chairs and tables) or in the windows. The human sighed, and emptied his glass. What it was, he didn't know. Tasted like everything you could get your hands on, mixed together.

"Hi Sweety," Nef sang cheerfully from behind him.

Faramir turned and smiled, suddenly feeling pretty drunk, "Hello Nef. Why aren't you with Haldir??"

Nef winked, "He's smoking. I allowed it."

Faramir laughed brightly, and draped an arm around the Elf, "You're funny."

"And you are drunk," Nef confirmed.

Faramir nodded, "I think so too. Kiss me??"

Nef rolled her yes, "Kiss her," she smiled, and threw the boy into Gaelwyn (who just arrived)'s arms. Faramir grinned, and planted a kiss on the baffled Elf's lips. He then momentarily passed out.

Gaelwyn stared at the drunk figure in her arms, "What??"

"He needs love," Nef said blankly, "Good luck. You do want him??"

"Of cause, he's cute," Gaelwyn grinned and placed her prince charming on the sofa, giving him a few slaps to wake him up. Nef giggled and went to find her own guy.

***

Mîm peeked out from under the bar, "I'm going for that vodka-bottle," she announced.

Gimli's head pooped up behind her, "It's too long, you'll get seen."

"To late," Mîm shrugged, and crawled out from their hiding-place.

Her cousin watched nervously, as Mîm sneaked in on a few Elves, trying to snatch their vodka. Just when Mîm grabbed the bottle, and Gimli had began crawling out of hiding, there was a screech: "DWARF!!"

Gimli froze, as did Mîm. A few male Elf's were towering above them already, "Oh, shit."

***

Figwit stared at the olive, and sighed, "No use looking at me like that." He turned it on it's toothpick, "I'm eating you." He ate the olive with a smile, and washed it down with the dry martini.

Glorfindel gave him a look, "Stop talking with olives."

"'K," Figwit yawned, and passed out.

Glorfindel rolled his eyes and got up, walking out side.

***

Idril followed the smell of booze, and found a group of elves drinking and smoking. She sighed, and picked up a deserted bottle without a label, smelling the content. Tequila of some kind, good enough for her to sip at.

"Idril!?!"

Idril lowered the bottle, and brushed some black hair from her eyes, "'ello there, brother." She sent Glorfindel a smirk.

Glorfindel's jaw dropped, "Your hair." he stuttered, "Your face."

"Died it, pierced it," Idril answered smugly, "I rebelled. I was kicked out of school."

Glorfindel approached his sister with wide eyes, and couldn't tear his eyes off her rebel-evidence, "Why didn't.??"

"Mom didn't write you??" Idril asked with a crooked eyebrow, taking another swing of her liquor.

Glorfindel shook his head, "She doesn't write at all."

"Poor baby," Idril joked, and burped loudly. Glorfindel gulped, as she then spit several feet.

"Glory," Nef's voice sounded, "Can I borrow a." she stopped by his side, and stared for a moment, "What is that, and why is it's hair that colour??"

"Nef, this is my sister Idril," Glorfindel said. "Idril, this is my friend Nefhuinëiel, Nef."

Idril waved lazily, as did Nef, "A smoke," she then ended, and Glorfindel gave her one without arguments. "Either your mother slept around or."

"Hair-colour," Idril answered Nef's snide comment, and noted for her brother to give her a smoke too.

Nef ignored the punk, and patted Glory on the back, "Thanks man, see you around." Glorfindel nodded, and waved half-hearted.

Idril frowned, "Why is a bunch of Elves chasing two Dwarf's??"

Glorfindel shrugged, "You'll get used to the craziness."

Idril smiled briefly, and followed her brother inside.
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A/N: Quicker then usual. Hope you like it, feel the bright review bottom calling you!!