Hi there everyone! OMG!! I am so stoked! Reviews!! Thankyou everyone, your reviews mean everything! Thanks for reassuring me that this ficcy is worth writing. Ta!

From now on, like I do in my other fics, I'm going to reply to all of your review comments. So here goes.

Cotume: I hope you're still alive enough to read this chapter. Be prepared for more sillies!

I am a Brandybuck: Happy to continue! Thanks for persuading me! Yes, there will be more about Merry and Pippin's dance lessons here, hope you enjoy it!

Rin_LegoLuver: That's the main point of this ficcy, to be entertaining. As well as giving me something to do but lets not mention that.

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Thankyou everybody! I have more reviews for the first chapter here than I got for the first 5 chapters for 'the visitors' and the first 3 of 'TMOLELHLL' (if you don't know what that is it's the misadventures of little elves, little humans and little Legolas')

I am so happy; happy enough that I'm going to write the disclaimer then go and eat some sugar. Yum. Then I'll write this chapter! Wish me luck!!

Disclaimer: I own Leggie, I own Leggie! Oh wait, that's just my overly active, sugar-induced imagination. Bother, I like that imagination. : p. Rest assured that if I did own Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood no harm would befall him and if something did I would only be too pleased to kiss his boo boos better. I don't own anything mentioned here, none of the fellowship, Haldir nor changing rooms and other odd stuff mentioned in this fic. I do however own a big fluffy green cushion, a lava lamp and a pair of Pikachu boxer shorts. (Hey! They're cute! And pink. Hehe)

Ok, Sugar, then Fanfic. wait, maybe I'll write first. Ok, here we go! (Oh by the way, I used to do Irish dancing so I know what I'm talking about!)

The fellowship and the elf next door. Chapter 2

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*Previously* While Legolas and Haldir were zombies in front of changing rooms and the rest of the fellowship were at their various activities, Merry and Pippin were at Irish dancing lessons.

Both hobbits laced up their shoes and stood in a line amongst an army of 8- year-old girls and waited for their teacher to show up. When she finally did Pippin could not help but break out in hysterics. Merry gasped when he saw the teacher.

"A DWARF?" Merry cried. The woman (well, Merry wasn't exactly sure) scowled and stomped over to the hobbit.

"Is there a problem shortie?" she asked the terrified Merry.

Merry shook his head hastily. "No sir," he said. "Ma'am" Merry corrected himself after a fierce glare from the dwarf woman.

"Good," she replied. "Ok Girls, line up over there and get ready for you warm up!" she said, emphasizing the word 'girls'. Stomping over to the CD player in a very pissed state (one which reminded Merry of Legolas that day when Frodo stole his skipping rope.) the teacher pressed a button and the music began.

Pippin gulped when he saw the girls begin their warm up, a very fast jig like dance. To a normal person it would have been very simple but do not forget Pippin was not the brightest light bulb in the box. And not very co- ordinated either.

"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR??!!" Barked the teacher. Pippin jumped and tried to copy what the other students were doing. Unfortunately for the hobbit the only thing he managed to do was end up on the floor with a very bruised behind and very sore feet. (Merry kept treading on them, not to mention the shoes!!)

"Thankyou girls, excellent warm up. Now we can move onto more serious things." The teacher said, her tone more kindly towards her other students.

"More serious things?" Merry squeaked and turned to Pippin. "Pippin?" Merry said to his friend only to discover the other hobbit was out cold on the studio floor.

"Why me?" Merry thought to himself as he was forced to line up behind the other students for another dance.

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"Damn phone," muttered Frodo as he was dragged from his lovely soft bed with pink sheets to answer the bloody phone.

Trudging out into the kitchen to answer the phone, which no doubt was Aragorn calling because he had parked his car (fluro green with butterflies on the side) in a no parking zone so now it had been towed and he needed a ride home. Every Sunday this happened, you'd think Aragorn might have learnt by now not to park his car in the middle of the local football ground, but to Frodo it appeared so otherwise.

"Frodo, phone," yelled Legolas from the living room, the elf still glued to the lounge eating his carrots, absent mindedley changing TV channels.

"Stupid elf," muttered the hobbit.

"I heard that!" yelled Legolas in reply.

"That was the idea," replied Frodo as he picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Frodo? It's Aragorn."

"Oh," Frodo replied lamely, until an idea struck him.

"Sorry, we don't have any Frodos at this number, nor do we know any Aragorns, wrong number" he said and threw the receiver back on the hook.

Frodo was actually quite pleased with his efforts until the phone rung again. Rolling his eyes the hobbit trudged back to bed, letting Legolas answer the phone. It continued to ring and the elf showed no signs of moving from the pink and white striped couch.

"Legolas, phone for you," Frodo said and went back to bed, bumping into Sam on the way. The other hobbit pushing a doll's stroller with about 10 Barbies seated quite obscurely in it.

"Hello Mr Frodo," Sam said cheerfully, "hows about some breakfast?" he asked.

"No thanks Sam." Frodo said and pushed his way past his friend.

Sam shrugged and ran to answer the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Is there a Legolas Greenleaf at this number?" a female voice asked.

"Uh, yea. Who is calling?" Sam replied.

"His mother. And if you don't mind I'd like a word with him concerning ballet shoes and a tutu."

Sam gulped. "Lego, phone for you." He yelled out to the elf, who was busy wrestling Haldir to the floor, hitting the other elf with the cornflakes box.

"Who is it?" Legolas asked, flinching as Haldir elbowed him in the ribs. Legolas got his own back by kicking the other elf where male elves just should not be kicked.

"Your mother," Sam replied.

Legolas gulped and left Haldir to roll around in pain on the living room floor. Picking up the phone hesitantly the elf spoke.

"Hello?"

"Leggie darling, it's mummy,"

"Oh, hi." Legolas replied. There was suddenly a whole lot of snickering coming from the phone. "GANDALF! Put the other phone down now!" Legolas yelled into the receiver. There was a yelp coming from Gandalf's room down the hall and Legolas heard the other phone being hung up.

"Who was that Leggsie?"

"Um, the plumber," Legolas replied lamely.

"Oh, he sounds nice. Now Legolas Greenleaf I heard you're not doing much with yourself these days so I enrolled you in ballet lessons." Legolas didn't hear any more of that conversation, dropping the receiver and screaming.

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"Knit one, pearl one, knit one, pearl one." Gimli muttered to himself. The dwarf had decided to take up a new hobby, knitting. He was making his axe a beanie and a matching scarf in a ghastly salmon pink and was rather pleased with his efforts thus far.

There was suddenly a scream from the kitchen and Gimli abandoned his knitting to see what Haldir had done this time. Pulling on his canary yellow dressing gown and matching slippers Gimli hurried out into the kitchen. There was suddenly a loud clang and the screaming stopped.

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Aragorn scowled and hung up. He had been trying to reach the fellowship's house for ten minutes now but obviously someone was on the phone. (Perhaps Glorifindel ringing to borrow money or Arwen calling to find out where Aragorn was.)

Sighing in an exasperated sort of way Aragorn plonked down on the pavement and watched as his beloved car was towed. Why did it happen like this every week? Every Sunday Aragorn went to his weekly monopoly club meeting, where Elrond was president, and his car was towed from one end of town to the other. Every weekend he called and every weekend the fellowship refused to come and pick him up.

Sighing again Aragorn decided to get up and have some ice cream. Earning himself some odd looks from passers by Aragorn continued up the street towards the ice cream parlour.

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TBC.

AN/ oh dear, sorry all. That chapter was really bad. Not very funny at all. ( but I promise the next one will be.

Hope you continue reading despite my pitiful attempts at being funny. Bye, off to write a chapter for my other fan fics!

Love Lamoo