AN/ hellos all round! Wow, I can't believe I have gotten 118 reviews! So happy! Thankies to all, here are your replies.

Holly: Leggie in bath. hehe. I am evil.hope you like this chappie as much as you did the last one. I'm feeling even more evil now. Mwa haa haa.

Anelith: Legolas in the bath? Well, maybe Legolas in the pool, in Speedos, might be a bit better, and then he might let us get closer without grabbing a towel and throwing little rubber duckies at us. As for a coincidence? Well, I'll let you decide. you're updating? Ooh I wanna read. after ive finished this tho. enjoy!

Midnight: here are more stupid words on your stupid page. I hope you enjoy these stupid words cos they certainly enjoyed being written.

LotRseer3350: What on earth could that stupid wizard be doing? I'm not exactly sure, maybe selling things over the Internet, or buying stuff. If there's anything you want to see, let me know. Did I read your new chapter? Not sure, my Internet hasn't been working lately so I'll read your new chappie when I put this up. As for the party? I'm not really sure; give it two or three more chapters? Not sure.

Paladin Dragoon: Ah! I feel so much smarter now, I know who Dragoon is. see what a strange, sad person I am? As for recommending you? You gave me a mention in your fic so it was really the least I could do. tell Loki that I'll make sure the fellowship have some pepperoni pizza at the party and maybe some doctor Pepper, even though I hate it.

Tegz: You started an RP?! Yay! Well done chum! Very proud of you. Yes, as far as I know, you're still the hopeless magician, that's ok isn't it? BTW, that's wrong with cheese pizza? Besides the absence of any yummy stuff like ham and pineapple? Glad you like this story, its being written for you guys who supply me with lots of wonderful reviews that feed the little elf that lives down my socks.

Kiftyuthonaerantae: ooh! New reviewer! Yay! Glad you took the time to give this stupid bit of junk a read, thankies chum! Hope you enjoy reading this chapter and I hope I don't make you laugh too much. Never know, your head might explode....

LOTR FREAK: One of your Favourites? Aww, thankies chum! I feel all warm and fuzzy inside. You have a silver Porsche? Cool! I want one too! But I'm afraid that I'll have to settle for the little plastic one hiding under my bed somewhere. The party should start in the next couple of chapters, bare with me, might be a bit crazy. ENJOY!

Inweofnargothrond: now that you mention it, what are we going to do? Me and Haldir that is. I love Hawaiian pizza, so yummy. Fruit loops are nice too, but not with milk, that makes em all icky and soggy. *Sticks tongue out in disgust*. Um, not to be rude or anything, but what the heck is a cracker jack? Please remember that I live in boring old Sydney and our idea of fun is dancing around a room full of elephants in a peanut costume. No seriously, what is a cracker jack? I want one! And some balloons, there has to be balloons, cant have a party without em. don't worry, lots of balloons.

Hex Of The Unseelie: long chappie? You like? Oh goody. If you want mischief then get prepared for some. mwa haa haa. *Laughs evilly then breaks into a hacking cough* ok, lets not do that again. anyway, glad your LOTComrades party started, it is sooooo good! Really funny too! Party should be soon, but please bear with me if I'm a little slow

Legolas stalker/ Laura/ lorenzo1/ Archibald/ Willoughby/ stupid/ Blondie/ hey kid move/ sandwich/ shuddup Laura: wow, got enough nicknames? I want more nicknames too! Here is your update, sorry it took longer than it should've, my Internet was going spazzo lately. grr. *growls menacingly at the computer* ok. hope you get as excited about this lil update, cos I get the feeling its gonna be a bit wild. Maybe I might put a bit about a doona there too, my doona had a pink and green cover with lil groovy flower thingies on it. but that is completely irrelevant to this fanfiction.

Achoo: It really sux how FF.net did that. which story was it? Better not have been a good one; I haven't had a chance to read yet. Anywhoo, we need a cotton candy machine and one of those little vending machine things that dispense gumballs. Hehe. Why on earth would Lego mind about a large supply of sugar readily available to him? I intend on slipping some more lovely happy pills into his tea. Hehe. Frodo with a rifle is definitely not an image that springs to mind when you mention the hobbit. But I was watching a Mr Bean episode the other day and it was the one where he shot the light bulb and gave his teddy glasses. Hehe. You have little brothers? I only have an annoying lil sis. grr, who randomly deletes words that I write when she's on the puter and has access to my stories. Annoying. ive never had the guts to venture into the bathroom when she's in there, don't know why I did when Leggie was. that little elf was NOT happy. Can you blame him? Oh dear, I seem to be ranting. anywhoo, enjoy this chappie; with any luck it should be nice and long.

Saturndragon: ooh yes, meatloaf! And Queen and maybe even something like Pavlov's dog and there HAS to be some savage garden. and we need to play spin the bottle and dares. Wonder if I can tinker with the bottle so that it points at Legolas whenever I spin it. hmm.

Daydream: oh no. Not your minions. I really need some of my own. how about the little elf that looks a bit like a shrivelled carrot that lives in my socks and the little headless coffee cups. Or not. Just to be on the safe side, here is another chapter, very pleased you enjoyed the last one so much.

Cotume: no, it's not too late, just read this chapter, you'll get the idea, and some flowers! Oh yea, its never bad to stay up to 3am reading Harry Potter and the order of the Phoenix, I did it, 'cept I fell asleep at about 2. Hehe.

Beanie Boy: you know who you are. I don't think it was very nice of you to attack me on KOC, what did I do? Why not just get hunterkiller huh? Anywhoo, enjoy this chappie, nice that you've taken the time to read BOTH my ficcys. By the way, I am NOT a sick puppy.

Wow, that took a while, ok, here's the disclaimer,

Disclaimer: I'm sitting here at 7:45 on a Saturday morning in my green kitty boxer shorts and a red polka dot pyjama top. Just thinking about what I'm going to do to Tolkien's characters today. Unfortunately, I can't hurt them too much, or claim ownership of Legolas's new Porsche, all the fellowship plus anyone else recognisable from LOTR belongs to Mr Tolkien. All respective reviewers own them selves and I only have possession of a pair of Red polka dot PJs, a saucepan and a little model of a Porsche. (Can't think for the life of me where it is though)

Disclaimer number 2, couldn't decide which I liked better.I like rice crackers with cherries and blonde elves, but unfortunately, you cant buy elves from the supermarket like you can cherries and rice crackers. If I could I'd have an elf bundled up in my room for my own purposes, but as it is I cant get my hands on any elves, or for that matter, anything that belongs to Tolkien, I must remain content writing mindless dribble about it all. And eating rice crackers and cherries.

Okie Dokie, here is chapter 10. double digits. (

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Previously in 'The fellowship and the elf next door,', Lamoo was annoying and went to visit Haldir, Legolas took a bath, Frodo found something a bit gross atop his pizza and Aragorn put on some stockings.

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"Bye" said Merry as he climbed out of the purple hippie van parked in the McDonald's car park.

"Thanks for the lift Legolas," Pippin said, waving as he began moving into the restaurant. (AN/ I cant believe they call McDonald's here a 'family restaurant')

"No problem," Legolas replied. "Call me this afternoon when you want to be picked up."

Merry and Pippin nodded and waved again as the purple hippie van drove out of the car park and down the road.

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Lamoo stood up and demanded Haldir follow her. "Come on, let's go." She said.

"Don't you want to change?" asked Haldir, looking down at Lamoo's red polka dot PJs, a jersey that said 'class of the second age' on the back. (which so happened to belong to the elf.), the orange slippers of Aragorn's that she'd nicked and a purple beanie.

Lamoo nodded and she and Haldir ran back over to the fellowship's house so she could change.

Walking right past the hobbits' bedroom doors, Lamoo headed straight into Legolas's room and opened his wardrobe. It was so neat compared to Haldir's so the pesky authoress yanked out a couple of garments. Much to Haldir's annoyance, Lamoo dropped her daks to reveal green boxer shorts and pulled on a pair of Legolas's jeans. Pity she had such short legs, the bottoms of the pants dragging at least a foot on the ground, but then, Legolas was very tall. They fit her quite well around the middle seeing as how her butt was so big so Lamoo had no need for a belt, instead sending Haldir to find a pair of scissors so she could trim the bottom of Legolas's jeans. Lamoo dug through the closet again to see if she could find a top that was not either blue or green and wrinkled her nose when she found one.

"What's that?" Haldir asked as he returned with the scissors.

Lamoo just shrugged and shook her head. She then took the scissors and proceeded to cut off the bottoms of the jeans. "There," she said to herself, happy that her cutting was not too dodgy. Giving a sigh Lamoo threw the top that she had been holding, pastel pink, Lamoo hated pink, back into the wardrobe. She had no choice but to put back on Legolas's old school jersey. Looking at it before she put it on, Lamoo grinned when she read the writing on the back. The top was jade green and, in white lettering on the back, besides the words 'class of the second age' was a simple sentence only consisting of a few words. 'Worship me.' Lamoo laughed and pulled it over her head.

"You might want to put something else on," Lamoo remarked, observing Haldir's attire. The elf nodded and nicked a pair of boring cream pants and a blue shirt.

On their way out, both dressed differently, Lamoo and Haldir stopped by the pantry. Haldir grinned as he grabbed Merry's secret stash of chocolate off the top shelf and he and Lamoo munched it with relish.

"Um, Lamoo?" Haldir asked, both him and Lamoo back at his house now. "Where are we going?"

Lamoo shrugged. "Into town I guess, we could go and annoy the others at work." She replied.

Haldir grinned and led Lamoo out of the fellowships' house and towards his garage. If she had gone by looks alone, Lamoo would never have guessed what Haldir kept in his garage. The elf opened the door and clouds of dust flew everywhere.

"You don't get out much do you?" Lamoo asked Haldir. The elf shook his head with a smile. Lamoo suddenly gasped as she caught sight of her elven buddy's car.

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"Thankyou sir, that'll be $6.50." Pippin said in a bored voice, handing the tall, hooded stranger his food.

Pippin sighed and rested his elbows on the counter. That was not very hard seeing as how the bench was as tall as Pippin's shoulders.

Merry was busy making a Mcflurry for a little girl that had quite rudely demanded a one with everything. The hobbit grimaced as the little girl gave a shout.

"Hurry up mister!" she bellowed at the top of her lungs.

Merry mumbled something incoherent under his breath, probably something rude, and squirted some ketchup into the Mcflurry cup he was holding. The hobbit didn't care; instead he 'accidentally on purpose' tossed a bit of raw burger patty, a pickle and some fluff of the floor into the girl's Mcflurry. Lucky the little brat didn't see him doing it, Merry was sure that if she did she would not hesitate to rip him limb from limb. But as it was, she was even shorter than Pippin, she couldn't even see over the counter, so Merry was safe to put what he liked into this little monster's desert.

"There you go," Merry said with a very fake smile. "That'll be $2.50."

The kid plonked a pile of coins onto the counter and ran away, clutching her ice cream. Merry scooped the coins into the cash register and announced that he was taking his break now. No body objected, the place wasn't exactly very busy at the moment, a huddle of teenagers around a large table, the Mcflurry girl and her family, the tall, hooded stranger and two blonde people sitting in the table furthest away from the counter were all that were present.

Merry sighed and grabbed a cup. Seeing as how he was an employee, the hobbit thought he should have access to all the free coke he wanted. Not everyone shared this view but both Merry and Pippin walked around with swords belted to their waists. Only they, however, knew that these swords were nothing but a hilt stuck to a scabbard thingo.

Merry filled his cup with coke and grabbed a straw. He sipped it and wandered out into the eating area. There was nobody waiting to be served so Merry called Pippin over to join him. The hobbit grinned and grabbed a sundae and plonked down in the seat opposite his cousin.

"When does our shift end?" Merry asked Pippin, sipping his coke.

Pippin looked at his watch. "Another hour," Pippin said. He and Merry had been at work for a few hours now, most of the day in fact, and both were getting very bored with the lines. "Hello sir/madam, welcome to McDonalds, may I take you order?" Also. Since footwear was required, both hobbits' large feet were feeling very cramped inside their shoes.

Merry sighed again, or rather, for the fiftieth time that day, and finished his drink. He popped the empty cup in the bin and groaned. "Meriadoc, there's a spill, go and mop it up please," the manager yelled, using Merry's full name, which irked the hobbit. Merry rolled his eyes and went to fetch the mop. Pippin accompanied him, thinking it was about time he went back to putting bits of lettuce on hamburgers.

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Aragorn smiled sweetly and answered the phone. "Hello, you've called Denathor and sons, please hold." The ranger giggled and answered the next call. "Hello, you've called Denathor and sons, please hold." If Aragorn was anyone else, he would have grown bored with saying this line over and over again, but Aragorn was, well, Aragorn, and he'd been happy to do it all morning. The day was getting on and the ranger thought it was about time for his lunch break so he abandoned his desk and waltzed out of the building.

He wobbled on his high heels down the street to the little café that he'd found that morning. Walking inside and grabbing a seat, Aragorn ordered a cup of coffee and a sandwich. When his order was brought to him, he pulled out his newspaper and read it while he ate.

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Legolas whistled happily as he arranged a particularly ghastly orange flower in a bouquet of other flowers equally as awful.

The elf heard the door open and spun around to greet the customer. He flashed a white-toothed smile and shoved aside his flower arrangement. The elf grinned even wider when he saw who had walked into the shop.

"Hi," said Cotume, coming to lean on the counter.

"Hi," said Hex, standing next to Cotume.

"Hi," said Legolas to both, coming around to give Cotume and Hex a hug.

"Legolas?" Daisy, the owner of the florist shop yelled out. "What are you doing?"

Legolas rolled his eyes and slammed the door to the back closed. "Well, I'm supposed to serve you, what kinda flowers d'you want?" he asked Cotume.

"Dunno," she said. "What hind have you got?"

"Well, there's those big agapanthus things over there, in blue or white, tiger lilies, daisies, roses, in about twelve colours, chrysanthemums, daffodils." the elf began. "And hydrangeas and tulips and arum lilies,"

"Uh," Hex said blankly. "How about some, uh,"

"Some what?" Legolas asked, eager to get Hex and Cotume what they wanted.

Cotume shrugged. "Surprise us," she said, sitting on the counter.

Legolas nodded and rushed around the shop and into the back alternatively, grabbing different flowers. Eventually, the elf compiled a lovely posy of flowers and handed it to Hex.

"Aw, how nice," Hex said and buried her face in the flowers.

Legolas beamed and Handed Cotume a bunch of pretty flowers too. "On the house," he said happily. "You two doing anything next Saturday night?" he asked, leaning on the counter and putting on his cute face.

Cotume shook her head but Hex nodded. "Coming to your party remember?"

The elf nodded. "I was just about to ask you two if you wanted to come, but I forgot I already asked you," he said to Hex. "How about you?" Legolas asked Cotume. "Wanna come to the party? Its fancy dress and Merry and Pippin are hiring a fairy floss machine and Gandalf's organising a DJ."

"Wow, cool, love to." Cotume said happily. "But sorry, we have to go now. We're supposed to be in class."

"You're wagging?" Legolas exclaimed, eyes wide.

Hex and Cotume looked at each other nervously. "Well, no." Cotume said. "We, um, had a free period, yea, that's it."

"Fair enough," replied the elf, shrugging.

Hex suddenly looked at her watch and swore. "Sorry Legs, we've gotta get back." She said.

"Oh, ok. Bye then," said Legolas with a wave.

"See ya on Saturday," Cotume said as she followed Hex out of the shop. Legolas watched as both girls ran down the street at full speed.

Turning back to his flower arrangement Legolas lost track of time. About two hours later, Daisy came out into the front of the shop and told Legolas he could go. The elf beamed and strode out the back, into the car park, and unlocked the hippie van.

The elf was in a very good mood, after seeing his two of his favourite female friends, Legolas was looking forward to his new car. He was supposed to be picking it up that afternoon, but in the meantime, he had to pick Aragorn up.

Plonking into the front seat, the elf turned the ignition and the vehicle roared to life. The elf put his foot down hard and the hippie van zoomed out of the car park and down the road.

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Lamoo looked at the clock and gasped. It was already 3pm. how on earth did so much time pass, she didn't know. But what Lamoo did know, was that if she wanted to do anything evil, she'd have to hurry.

Haldir opened the garage door fully and pulled a sheet off of his car. More dust flew everywhere, settling in Lamoo's and Haldir's hair, making the elf's look almost grey, and Lamoo, looked like she'd aged 60 years. Shaking her hair everywhere, like a wet dog, Lamoo rid her self of most of the dust. She gasped as she caught sight of Haldir's car. A shiny pink Limo was parked in the Garage, which wasn't exactly very big, it was a mystery to everyone how this limo fitted in Haldir's garage.

"My Lady?" Haldir said, holding open the door for her. Lamoo giggled and climbed inside, seating herself comfortably on the comfy leather seats. Haldir climbed in after her and sat down.

"Haldir, don't you need to drive?" Lamoo asked.

The elf shook his head with a smile. Haldir then pulled out a little remote control from under the seat and pressed the big red button on it. The divider between the driver's seat and the back went down and Lamoo saw a large metal contraption wearing a hat positioned at the steering wheel.

"This," Haldir began, explaining before Lamoo had a chance to ask. "Is the driving thingo V.7.9, all I have to do is punch in where we're going, and it SHOULD get us there ok." With that the elf punched a few buttons on the remote and the thing in the front made a whirring, spluttering sound. It then roared to life and the limo drove carefully out of Haldir's small garage and onto the street.

Lamoo giggled again and took the drink Haldir offered her. "Where'd you come by this?" she asked the elf, who was busy guzzling champagne.

"Friend of Faramir's sold it to me." Haldir said. "Real bargain too."

Lamoo nodded and busied herself with the electric windows. "Up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down"

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Frodo groaned and flopped down at the kitchen table. It was about 3 in the afternoon; there was no way Frodo was going to work today. The hobbit put his head in his hands and suddenly felt a craving for some alcohol. He stood up and wandered out into the living room and over to the dresser. In the bottom of it, was Aragorn's stash of Whisky and scotch, and that was exactly what Frodo felt like right now. Perhaps some happy pills too.

He grabbed a glass but nothing touched the bottom if it. Instead, Frodo put the whisky bottle to his lips and drank straight from it. With a hiccup, he placed the bottle back on the top of the dresser and went to get the mail.

Frodo wobbled outside to the mailbox and pulled out the letters that were sitting in it. Rifting through them the hobbit trotted back up the garden path, back into the house.

"Bill, Bill, Bill, monthly issue of Cheese lovers, Bill, Junk mail, Bill, something for Pippin, something for. huh? Elrond? Oh well, Bill, junk mail, letter for Legolas, two letters for Legolas, arg, Damn elf, how come he gets mail? Bill, Bill, postcard from Faramir and Eoywn, another letter for Lego, something for Merry and what a surprise, more junk mail!"

Frodo plonked down the letters on the kitchen table and proceeded to open all the bills. How could there be so many? With a sigh, the hobbit sat down again and ripped open some junk mail, a bored expression on his face. Finding nothing interesting in the orange envelope he opened, the hobbit abandoned the letters to be dealt with later and plonked down in front of the TV. He absent mindedley flipped channels for a moment before settling on a re run of Gardening Australia.

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Merry wearily threw down his mop and loosened his tie. Pippin did the same, both hobbits were extremely glad their shift was over. Not they could go home and watch TV, and eat.

Pippin reached into his pocket for his mobile phone, only to discover it was gone. "Merry, do you have my phone?" he asked his cousin. Merry dug through his pockets but shook his head. "Crap," said Pippin.

"You've lost it?!" exclaimed Merry, throwing up his arms. "Where was it last?"

Pippin thought for a minute before replying. "Um," he began, apparently still racking his brain. "I can't remember. Do you have your phone?"

Merry nodded. Pippin nodded also before speaking. "Try ringing my number, we'll see where the ring comes from." He suggested. Merry was amazed by the logicality of it all and agreed. He pulled out his mobile with the glow in the dark cover and punched in Pippin's number. The faintest sound seemed to be coming from the deep fryer in the kitchen.

Merry and Pippin rushed in, following the sound of Pippin's ring tone, sugar plum fairies and Pippin swore loudly again when he heard the ring coming from an extremely large chicken nugget. Running over to the deep fryer Pippin grabbed the nugget and held it to his ear.

"Pip," Merry began, a little disturbed that his cousin was holding a nugget to his ear, talking into it.

"Merry, I deep fried my phone!" Pippin exclaimed. "Help me eat it."

Merry shrugged and helped Pippin nibble away the yummy deep fried stuff. Pippin accidentally bit too far and yelped as his teeth crunched into the screen of the phone. Merry licked his fingers and handed the mobile back to Pippin.

"Thanks," Pippin said, wiping the greasy phone on his pants.

"No problem," Merry replied, putting his hands in his pockets.

Pippin sighed and dialled a number.

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Legolas grinned and took a deep breath. Why was it that new cars always smelt different? So nice? And new?

Adjusting his seat a bit to he would have a little more legroom, the elf chuckled. The paper work on the passenger seat, the keys in his hand, Legolas closed the door. With a wave to the car salesman, the elf started the car.

There was a beep coming from behind Legolas and he looked in the rear vision mirror. Aragorn was sitting Happily in the driver's seat of the hippie van, waving. Legolas waved back and honked his own horn. That afternoon, Legolas had picked the ranger up from work before driving both himself and Aragorn to the car dealer so he could pick up his new car and so Aragorn could drive Gandalf's home.

Aragorn drove the purple junk mobile onto the road, followed by the shiny new Porsche.

Legolas turned on the radio and adjusted the station until he found one he liked. Suddenly his phone rang. The elf could hear it somewhere, but he wasn't sure exactly where his phone was. It was only the vibrating against his thigh that told him it was in his pocket, the elf couldn't really hear his Avril Lavigne ring tone very well over the Avril song that was playing on the radio.

He pulled out the phone with one hand and answered it, one hand still in the wheel.

"Hello?"

"Legolas?"

"Yep,"

"It's Pippin."

"Hi, you want me to come and pick you up?"

"Yea, that'd be great."

"Ok, see you in a bit. Oh, just one more thing,"

"What?"

"Please make sure you're reasonably clean, I don't want ketchup or grease all over the inside of my new car."

"Ok,"

"See you soon."

"Bye"

"Bye" The elf hung up and stuffed his mobile back into his pocket, with some difficulty mind you, he was sitting down.

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Gandalf jerked awake and wiped the drool off his face and off the keyboard. He'd fallen asleep at the keyboard, while reading Lamoo's other fanfiction. The visitors, *shudder* so boring. Clicking on a flashing box at the top of the screen the wizard chuckled and read the words flashing in orange on the screen.

"Click here to win," The wizard read aloud. With a shrug and a grin, Gandalf clicked the flashing words and waited for the page to load.

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TBC

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AN/ sorry this chapter took so long, Internet was stuffing up. Hope it gave you a bit of a laugh, as for Legolas, he is very glad I did not harass him this chapter. Party should be soon, no more people can come though, so please don't ask, it really only makes me feel guilty that you cant. Anywhoo, on a lighter note, next chappie should be up soon; I already have ideas for it.

Well, don't forget the R & R! Oh! Then you can go and read some fanfiction. Achoo's LotRseer3350's, Hex's, Paladin Dragoon (formerly Dragon flight)'s great Zoids fics, ah what the heck, just check out my favourites list! One more thing, if you are REALLY bored, do me a favour and read my other fan fic, but you have to be bored, it is LONG. 41 chapters!

Well, bye for now Love Lamoo