The Private Rehabilitation Center of Minas Tirith
By Aiwendil Greenleaf
Disclaimer: The Kama Sutra thing belongs to BreeGirls, but Lily allowed me to borrow it. Yeah!! The LoTR character are only with me for a short dinner, and maybe a pint. The OC's are harder to get rid of.
A/N: (continue sentence from Disclaimer) And actually, this chapter is dedicated, to the Newest of them. We have a new elfie or two. Have you people noticed how many reviews I have?? Keep them coming, Fiora, Dee, and all my fan-girls!! I love you, make me reach 200!!! Then we'll have another party.
Kate: No elf would be named Kate. You're now, named by the Barrow Downs name-generator, Lainauriel.
The Critic: Does the term AU mean anything to you?? Boromir is in the story too, and he's dead. Gil-galad is dead, and I'm pretty sure Glorfindel hasn't got a little sister who's named Idril, is a rebel and has black hair. This is humor!!! Not a serious essay. As for the Melianwen/Boromir looking like Buffy/Spike, it's supposed to. Buffy also used Spike for her own relieve, and that's the point.
Aerin: No, Figwit is. . . Figwit, you don't know Figwit?? What kind of a fangirl are you??. . . He's the dark-haired elf who sits next to Aragorn at the counsel of Elrond. I though everybody knew him. Wait, a reviewer did mention it's scary that everybody does. He's in the movie, like, five seconds. He doesn't have any lines. And my friend knows the actor, ha!! Okay, hope that enough for you.
Orly_rulz: Aw, my biggest fan. Thank you so much.
***
Nef strolled into the smoking circle, expecting it to be empty. But that was certainly not the case. "Well, well." A voice grinned.
Nef turned her head, and rolled her eyes. The one with the hideous hair, "Hello Idril."
Idril waved, and took a drag of her joint, "Where's your puppy??"
"My what??" Nef asked confused, accepting a lighter Idril offered her.
"Your boyfriend what's-his-name," the punk continued, and watched amused as Nef choked on her smoke.
"He's not my puppy!!" Nef coughed, and stared in disbelieve.
Idril shrugged, "Well, he always looks at you with big, brown, puppy-eyes." Another drag of her joint, "I just thought you noticed yourself." Nef leaned back against a tree, closing her eyes tightly. Puppy-eyes, that was so. . . Boyfiend-y. "Not that it's necessarily a bad thing, it just seems soft, that's all," Idril ended.
Nef nodded shortly, "It's cute. He's my boyfriend."
"And here I was, thinking you were the fuck-buddy-type," Idril mutter, but loud enough so that Nef would hear.
The blond Elf paused, considering, "I like him, I love him, he's my boyfriend."
Idril crooked an eyebrow, "As long as you're clear on that, sugar."
Nef nodded sharply. She was ready for a real boyfriend. Idril smiled evilly, "So, you don't wanna sneak into town and hook up with someone Saturday??"
***
"You're crazy."
Fiora looked questioningly at the blond boy by her side, "Why is that, Éomer?"
"Well," Éomer started, "First of all, what are we doing??"
"We're sneaking into the teacher's lounge to place a stink bomb, then we'll laugh." Fiora seemed to be thinking it was a truly stupid question.
Éomer rolled his eyes, "I think we established that, when you woke me up shouting 'I have an idea. Let's sneak into the teacher's lounge and place a stink bomb'. . . I mean, the chances are we'll be caught."
"So??" Again, Fiora didn't seem to catch Éomer's point.
"Detention??"
"I spent the last month in detention," Fiora said, a little to brightly.
Éomer dropped the subject, and followed Fiora around the corner. The teacher's lounge was right ahead, in the end of a long, bright corridor. Éomer swallowed a lump forming in his throat, and walked on, as Fiora did so.
"Lighter??" Fiora held out her hand and the male obliged, giving her his lighter.
Fiora light the home-made little bomb, and squinted at it. She muttered a few seconds, then opened the door quickly, throwing the bomb in. "3-2-1."
There was a scream, the several more. That was followed be coughs, squeals and 'Oh Valar!!'s. Fiora smiled, "Mission accomplished."
***
"Do you know why you're here??"
"I killed someone??" Gaelwyn suggested with a nervous smile.
Wormtongue smiled waaaaaay to comfortingly, "Gaelwyn, you're father asked me to have a chat with you."
Gaelwyn's smile faded and she had to carry on the chant she practised earlier, when Wormtongue had asked her to follow him: 'He's into blondes, he's into blondes, my father would kill him, my father would kill him, Faramir would kill him, Faramir would kill him'. "Really?" she asked thinly.
Wormtongue nodded, "He thinks you need counselling."
"Well, this is a rehabilitation center, isn't it??" Gaelwyn snorted.
Wormtongue nodded again, the fake (and very creepy) smile still on his lips, "It is. But most of you people need more then a rehab center. You're young, you need schooling and discipline."
Gaelwyn raised an eyebrow, "Really, Mr. Wormtongue?"
"We are trying to help you, make you kids better citizens. And please, call me Gríma." The smile turned to charming for Gaelwyn's liking.
"I don't need help," she said firmly, but her voice trembling a tad.
Wormtongue seemed mildly amused, "You're fucking Denethor's Son."
"No I'm not," Gaelwyn snapped, "I'm making love with him."
Wormtongue looked smug, "I somehow doubt that." When he then liked his lips and leaned slightly forward, Gaelwyn stormed out the office, a look of disgust on her features.
***
"Hi Pearl, how's it hangin'??"
Pearl looked up from her History homework, "Hi Brook, good."
Brook frowned, and tilted her head, "I was thinking bad, with the pregnancy and all, but hey."
"How do you. . . know??" Pearl asked, bewildered and slightly annoyed.
Brook threw some of her red hair over her shoulder, "Peregrin told me."
"He hasn't been giving out flyers yet??"
The redhead raised an eyebrow, "So, Pip was wrong about you being fine??"
Pearl threw her book down, "He said I was fine?? FINE??" she spat, and threw her 'Wars of the Age' out the window. Note that the window was closed.
"I'm guessing not," Brook muttered, and looked after the book. "That's gonna cost ya'"
Pearl glared at the red-head, "So will a child." Brook didn't say anything, she just sat down on Sam's bed. Pearl took a deep, shaky, breath and continued, "He fainted."
Brook smiled thinly, "He told me that too. But he wants the child."
"Really??" No enthusiasm in the question, whatsoever.
"Yes, you git."
Pearl sighed, and a ghost of a smile appeared on her lips, "He does?"
Brook nodded firmly, and placed a comforting hand on the younger hobbit's shoulder.
***
"Room 62," Lainauriel confirmed and knocked the door. Loud punk music was blasting inside. Violent, but catchy. 'Crawl on me, sink into me, die for me, Living Dead Girl' . Lainauriel remembered it as Rob Zombie. She knocked again, as the music was turned down a little.
The door opened, and a black-haired elf, with numerous piercings and heavy make-up glared at her, "What!?"
Lainauriel frowned, "I'm supposed to move in, I'm your new roomie."
The punk gave her a look, and snorted, "You like the music??"
Lainauriel smiled smugly and lowered her head, making her sandy hair fall over her face, "Rob Zombie is good. But he's no SlipKnot."
The punk laughed loudly, if not cheerfully, "Idril."
"Lainauriel."
Idril moved from the door, and as Lainauriel walked in, she cued up the music again, 'Blood on her skin, dripping with sin, do it again, Living Dead Girl!!'
***
"This should be good," Mîm said enthusiastically. She picked up the application-form, and handed one to Gimli. Elective classes, what fun.
"Poetry, Gardening, Mining, Theatre, boring, boring, bla, bla, bla. . ." Gimli confirmed. Mîm rolled her eyes, and began filling out the small boxes. "Well, I'm for mining," Gimli murmured, and began writing information's down.
Nef and Legolas glared at the dwarfs as they passed by, and Gimli backed ever so slightly away. After Nef had kicked his ass, he showed her surprisingly lot of respect.
"Poetry, that sounds nice," Nef said and pointed, "And it's an Elf teaching."
Legolas scanned his own paper, "Aragorn want to take Gymnastics. I'd love him in tights though." Legolas grinned at the private thought.
Nef laughed loudly, and crossed on a few boxes, "How about Theatre??"
"Sure," Legolas replied, and Nef noticed why his voice didn't sound enthusiastic at all. Aragorn had walk up behind him, and the two was now beginning a little snog-fest. And following Aragorn was, Haldir and Figwit.
"My boyfriend," Nef squeaked happily, and hugged the both confused but pleased, blond male.
Legolas got his mouth away from Aragorn for a few seconds, "We're taking Theatre."
Figwit grabbed a few forms, and handed them out to the group, "Theatre it is."
"Hey guys," Gaelwyn yelled from across the room, walking in with Faramir. Figwit sighed melancholically, they were holding hands. "What are we taking."
"Theatre," came the reply from the whole gang, "And whatever you want," Legolas added.
Gaelwyn nodded with an amused smile, "And began writing her information's. Using Faramirs' back as a table.
"Howdy." Nef raised an eyebrow, now noting that everybody she knew was situated in the cafeteria. Glorfindel, followed by Idril, Rúmil, Orophin, Éomer, Fiora, and some new Lothlórien Girl.
"We're all taking Theatre," Aragorn said loudly, while filling out his own papers.
Since no one was taking the initiative of it, Gaelwyn held her hand out to the new girl, "I'm Gaelwyn, you are??"
"Lainauriel, hi." The rest of the gang unenthusiastically gave their names.
Nef looked up, "Does anybody wanna have Poetry with me." Her eyes fell on Fiora a few seconds, then scanned on. She paused, and looked back at Fiora. Well, at her T-shirt really. 'No one's hitting on me, cannot cope'.
"I do," Haldir smiled, and kissed Nef's neck softly. "And maybe Fiora should hook up with Figwit." He whispered in his girlfriends' ear.
Nef shrugged, "Can we go back to your room??" Legolas waved cheerfully after the pair, as the scampered off.
***
"Sam??"
"Yes??"
"I can't move."
"What?!"
"I believe you heard me."
"You can't move!?"
"Again, that's what I'm saying."
"Frodo, you're telling me we're stuck?!?"
Frodo tried to move his hip, "Yep. Maybe Kama Sutra isn't a hobbit thing. . ."
Sam shifted with a slight groan, "No, kidding. What the hell are we going to do??"
Frodo shrugged, placing a kiss on Sam's forehead, "You have that roomie- girlfriend. She'll look for you eventually."
"If she's not busy screwing Peregrin," Sam muttered, somehow trying to get loose.
Frodo yelped, "That hurt."
"Sorry." Sam stopped trying to move.
"And how can you not like her having sex, seeing that you're-" Frodo loosed one arm and waved around the room to prove his point. Candles, the abandoned tea, and of course the two naked hobbit's, stuck in some weird position.
***
"Telling Sam, no problem, I mean, jeesh." Pearl was striding in the general direction of Frodo's room, since Sam hadn't been anywhere else. But still... Sam was kinda like her bestest (Galadriel screamed somewhere in the corridors) friend. Gay, who cared. He was her mentor, her protector. Aside from Brook. And Pearl knew he'd have a hard time accepting a pregnancy. And strangely enough, Sam's approval meant a good damn lot to her.
Pearl stopped outside Frodo's dorm, taking a deep breath before knocking. Silence. "Yes??" a voice then asked quivering.
Pearl frowned, "Sam??"
"Pearl. Get in here!!" Sam sounded relieved, "But not if you just ate." Pearl shrugged, her wooziness was worst in the morning anyway. So, she went in. And froze in the door. "Hey, close that," Sam urged.
Pearl smacked the door shut, "Why?? The world shouldn't know Frodo Baggins is shagging you, and why the hell aren't any of you getting descent?" Pearl yelled fanatically.
"We're stuck," Frodo supplied. Sam groaned and tried to hide his head in the pillow. It didn't work, Frodo's ankle was in the way. Don't ask how.
Pearl looked like a light flicked in her eyes, "I'm pregnant with Pippin's child!!" she declare shortly.
Frodo sent her a charming wink, while Sam's head suddenly shot up and stared at her, "Pearl!!" Both disappointed, judgmental and all.
Pearl saw her chance, "How dare you judge me, I'm not the one with a dick in my ass!!" Frodo smirked somewhat evilly, while Sam sent her a dirty look.
"No, you obviously have it other places."
Pearl froze, before storming out the room in anger. Sam looked after her, relieved that she at least shut the door.
"Sam, you're the stupidest hobbit I've ever known," Frodo exclaimed.
"What??"
Frodo stared at his lover, both angry and fanatic, "We're still stuck."
"Oh." Frodo rolled his eyes, "Maybe she'll send Pippin," Sam suggested.
Frodo suddenly smiled a very naughty smile, "So you like someone to watch??"
Sam would throw a pillow at the other party, but his arm was stuck between his leg and Frodo's hip.
***
A/N: Too short, but I'm very busy. So deal.
By Aiwendil Greenleaf
Disclaimer: The Kama Sutra thing belongs to BreeGirls, but Lily allowed me to borrow it. Yeah!! The LoTR character are only with me for a short dinner, and maybe a pint. The OC's are harder to get rid of.
A/N: (continue sentence from Disclaimer) And actually, this chapter is dedicated, to the Newest of them. We have a new elfie or two. Have you people noticed how many reviews I have?? Keep them coming, Fiora, Dee, and all my fan-girls!! I love you, make me reach 200!!! Then we'll have another party.
Kate: No elf would be named Kate. You're now, named by the Barrow Downs name-generator, Lainauriel.
The Critic: Does the term AU mean anything to you?? Boromir is in the story too, and he's dead. Gil-galad is dead, and I'm pretty sure Glorfindel hasn't got a little sister who's named Idril, is a rebel and has black hair. This is humor!!! Not a serious essay. As for the Melianwen/Boromir looking like Buffy/Spike, it's supposed to. Buffy also used Spike for her own relieve, and that's the point.
Aerin: No, Figwit is. . . Figwit, you don't know Figwit?? What kind of a fangirl are you??. . . He's the dark-haired elf who sits next to Aragorn at the counsel of Elrond. I though everybody knew him. Wait, a reviewer did mention it's scary that everybody does. He's in the movie, like, five seconds. He doesn't have any lines. And my friend knows the actor, ha!! Okay, hope that enough for you.
Orly_rulz: Aw, my biggest fan. Thank you so much.
***
Nef strolled into the smoking circle, expecting it to be empty. But that was certainly not the case. "Well, well." A voice grinned.
Nef turned her head, and rolled her eyes. The one with the hideous hair, "Hello Idril."
Idril waved, and took a drag of her joint, "Where's your puppy??"
"My what??" Nef asked confused, accepting a lighter Idril offered her.
"Your boyfriend what's-his-name," the punk continued, and watched amused as Nef choked on her smoke.
"He's not my puppy!!" Nef coughed, and stared in disbelieve.
Idril shrugged, "Well, he always looks at you with big, brown, puppy-eyes." Another drag of her joint, "I just thought you noticed yourself." Nef leaned back against a tree, closing her eyes tightly. Puppy-eyes, that was so. . . Boyfiend-y. "Not that it's necessarily a bad thing, it just seems soft, that's all," Idril ended.
Nef nodded shortly, "It's cute. He's my boyfriend."
"And here I was, thinking you were the fuck-buddy-type," Idril mutter, but loud enough so that Nef would hear.
The blond Elf paused, considering, "I like him, I love him, he's my boyfriend."
Idril crooked an eyebrow, "As long as you're clear on that, sugar."
Nef nodded sharply. She was ready for a real boyfriend. Idril smiled evilly, "So, you don't wanna sneak into town and hook up with someone Saturday??"
***
"You're crazy."
Fiora looked questioningly at the blond boy by her side, "Why is that, Éomer?"
"Well," Éomer started, "First of all, what are we doing??"
"We're sneaking into the teacher's lounge to place a stink bomb, then we'll laugh." Fiora seemed to be thinking it was a truly stupid question.
Éomer rolled his eyes, "I think we established that, when you woke me up shouting 'I have an idea. Let's sneak into the teacher's lounge and place a stink bomb'. . . I mean, the chances are we'll be caught."
"So??" Again, Fiora didn't seem to catch Éomer's point.
"Detention??"
"I spent the last month in detention," Fiora said, a little to brightly.
Éomer dropped the subject, and followed Fiora around the corner. The teacher's lounge was right ahead, in the end of a long, bright corridor. Éomer swallowed a lump forming in his throat, and walked on, as Fiora did so.
"Lighter??" Fiora held out her hand and the male obliged, giving her his lighter.
Fiora light the home-made little bomb, and squinted at it. She muttered a few seconds, then opened the door quickly, throwing the bomb in. "3-2-1."
There was a scream, the several more. That was followed be coughs, squeals and 'Oh Valar!!'s. Fiora smiled, "Mission accomplished."
***
"Do you know why you're here??"
"I killed someone??" Gaelwyn suggested with a nervous smile.
Wormtongue smiled waaaaaay to comfortingly, "Gaelwyn, you're father asked me to have a chat with you."
Gaelwyn's smile faded and she had to carry on the chant she practised earlier, when Wormtongue had asked her to follow him: 'He's into blondes, he's into blondes, my father would kill him, my father would kill him, Faramir would kill him, Faramir would kill him'. "Really?" she asked thinly.
Wormtongue nodded, "He thinks you need counselling."
"Well, this is a rehabilitation center, isn't it??" Gaelwyn snorted.
Wormtongue nodded again, the fake (and very creepy) smile still on his lips, "It is. But most of you people need more then a rehab center. You're young, you need schooling and discipline."
Gaelwyn raised an eyebrow, "Really, Mr. Wormtongue?"
"We are trying to help you, make you kids better citizens. And please, call me Gríma." The smile turned to charming for Gaelwyn's liking.
"I don't need help," she said firmly, but her voice trembling a tad.
Wormtongue seemed mildly amused, "You're fucking Denethor's Son."
"No I'm not," Gaelwyn snapped, "I'm making love with him."
Wormtongue looked smug, "I somehow doubt that." When he then liked his lips and leaned slightly forward, Gaelwyn stormed out the office, a look of disgust on her features.
***
"Hi Pearl, how's it hangin'??"
Pearl looked up from her History homework, "Hi Brook, good."
Brook frowned, and tilted her head, "I was thinking bad, with the pregnancy and all, but hey."
"How do you. . . know??" Pearl asked, bewildered and slightly annoyed.
Brook threw some of her red hair over her shoulder, "Peregrin told me."
"He hasn't been giving out flyers yet??"
The redhead raised an eyebrow, "So, Pip was wrong about you being fine??"
Pearl threw her book down, "He said I was fine?? FINE??" she spat, and threw her 'Wars of the Age' out the window. Note that the window was closed.
"I'm guessing not," Brook muttered, and looked after the book. "That's gonna cost ya'"
Pearl glared at the red-head, "So will a child." Brook didn't say anything, she just sat down on Sam's bed. Pearl took a deep, shaky, breath and continued, "He fainted."
Brook smiled thinly, "He told me that too. But he wants the child."
"Really??" No enthusiasm in the question, whatsoever.
"Yes, you git."
Pearl sighed, and a ghost of a smile appeared on her lips, "He does?"
Brook nodded firmly, and placed a comforting hand on the younger hobbit's shoulder.
***
"Room 62," Lainauriel confirmed and knocked the door. Loud punk music was blasting inside. Violent, but catchy. 'Crawl on me, sink into me, die for me, Living Dead Girl' . Lainauriel remembered it as Rob Zombie. She knocked again, as the music was turned down a little.
The door opened, and a black-haired elf, with numerous piercings and heavy make-up glared at her, "What!?"
Lainauriel frowned, "I'm supposed to move in, I'm your new roomie."
The punk gave her a look, and snorted, "You like the music??"
Lainauriel smiled smugly and lowered her head, making her sandy hair fall over her face, "Rob Zombie is good. But he's no SlipKnot."
The punk laughed loudly, if not cheerfully, "Idril."
"Lainauriel."
Idril moved from the door, and as Lainauriel walked in, she cued up the music again, 'Blood on her skin, dripping with sin, do it again, Living Dead Girl!!'
***
"This should be good," Mîm said enthusiastically. She picked up the application-form, and handed one to Gimli. Elective classes, what fun.
"Poetry, Gardening, Mining, Theatre, boring, boring, bla, bla, bla. . ." Gimli confirmed. Mîm rolled her eyes, and began filling out the small boxes. "Well, I'm for mining," Gimli murmured, and began writing information's down.
Nef and Legolas glared at the dwarfs as they passed by, and Gimli backed ever so slightly away. After Nef had kicked his ass, he showed her surprisingly lot of respect.
"Poetry, that sounds nice," Nef said and pointed, "And it's an Elf teaching."
Legolas scanned his own paper, "Aragorn want to take Gymnastics. I'd love him in tights though." Legolas grinned at the private thought.
Nef laughed loudly, and crossed on a few boxes, "How about Theatre??"
"Sure," Legolas replied, and Nef noticed why his voice didn't sound enthusiastic at all. Aragorn had walk up behind him, and the two was now beginning a little snog-fest. And following Aragorn was, Haldir and Figwit.
"My boyfriend," Nef squeaked happily, and hugged the both confused but pleased, blond male.
Legolas got his mouth away from Aragorn for a few seconds, "We're taking Theatre."
Figwit grabbed a few forms, and handed them out to the group, "Theatre it is."
"Hey guys," Gaelwyn yelled from across the room, walking in with Faramir. Figwit sighed melancholically, they were holding hands. "What are we taking."
"Theatre," came the reply from the whole gang, "And whatever you want," Legolas added.
Gaelwyn nodded with an amused smile, "And began writing her information's. Using Faramirs' back as a table.
"Howdy." Nef raised an eyebrow, now noting that everybody she knew was situated in the cafeteria. Glorfindel, followed by Idril, Rúmil, Orophin, Éomer, Fiora, and some new Lothlórien Girl.
"We're all taking Theatre," Aragorn said loudly, while filling out his own papers.
Since no one was taking the initiative of it, Gaelwyn held her hand out to the new girl, "I'm Gaelwyn, you are??"
"Lainauriel, hi." The rest of the gang unenthusiastically gave their names.
Nef looked up, "Does anybody wanna have Poetry with me." Her eyes fell on Fiora a few seconds, then scanned on. She paused, and looked back at Fiora. Well, at her T-shirt really. 'No one's hitting on me, cannot cope'.
"I do," Haldir smiled, and kissed Nef's neck softly. "And maybe Fiora should hook up with Figwit." He whispered in his girlfriends' ear.
Nef shrugged, "Can we go back to your room??" Legolas waved cheerfully after the pair, as the scampered off.
***
"Sam??"
"Yes??"
"I can't move."
"What?!"
"I believe you heard me."
"You can't move!?"
"Again, that's what I'm saying."
"Frodo, you're telling me we're stuck?!?"
Frodo tried to move his hip, "Yep. Maybe Kama Sutra isn't a hobbit thing. . ."
Sam shifted with a slight groan, "No, kidding. What the hell are we going to do??"
Frodo shrugged, placing a kiss on Sam's forehead, "You have that roomie- girlfriend. She'll look for you eventually."
"If she's not busy screwing Peregrin," Sam muttered, somehow trying to get loose.
Frodo yelped, "That hurt."
"Sorry." Sam stopped trying to move.
"And how can you not like her having sex, seeing that you're-" Frodo loosed one arm and waved around the room to prove his point. Candles, the abandoned tea, and of course the two naked hobbit's, stuck in some weird position.
***
"Telling Sam, no problem, I mean, jeesh." Pearl was striding in the general direction of Frodo's room, since Sam hadn't been anywhere else. But still... Sam was kinda like her bestest (Galadriel screamed somewhere in the corridors) friend. Gay, who cared. He was her mentor, her protector. Aside from Brook. And Pearl knew he'd have a hard time accepting a pregnancy. And strangely enough, Sam's approval meant a good damn lot to her.
Pearl stopped outside Frodo's dorm, taking a deep breath before knocking. Silence. "Yes??" a voice then asked quivering.
Pearl frowned, "Sam??"
"Pearl. Get in here!!" Sam sounded relieved, "But not if you just ate." Pearl shrugged, her wooziness was worst in the morning anyway. So, she went in. And froze in the door. "Hey, close that," Sam urged.
Pearl smacked the door shut, "Why?? The world shouldn't know Frodo Baggins is shagging you, and why the hell aren't any of you getting descent?" Pearl yelled fanatically.
"We're stuck," Frodo supplied. Sam groaned and tried to hide his head in the pillow. It didn't work, Frodo's ankle was in the way. Don't ask how.
Pearl looked like a light flicked in her eyes, "I'm pregnant with Pippin's child!!" she declare shortly.
Frodo sent her a charming wink, while Sam's head suddenly shot up and stared at her, "Pearl!!" Both disappointed, judgmental and all.
Pearl saw her chance, "How dare you judge me, I'm not the one with a dick in my ass!!" Frodo smirked somewhat evilly, while Sam sent her a dirty look.
"No, you obviously have it other places."
Pearl froze, before storming out the room in anger. Sam looked after her, relieved that she at least shut the door.
"Sam, you're the stupidest hobbit I've ever known," Frodo exclaimed.
"What??"
Frodo stared at his lover, both angry and fanatic, "We're still stuck."
"Oh." Frodo rolled his eyes, "Maybe she'll send Pippin," Sam suggested.
Frodo suddenly smiled a very naughty smile, "So you like someone to watch??"
Sam would throw a pillow at the other party, but his arm was stuck between his leg and Frodo's hip.
***
A/N: Too short, but I'm very busy. So deal.
