AN/ so, so, so sorry everyone for not updating at all lately. Our stupid computer is still chucking a spaz after having the blaster virus as well as several others on it. It's been really hard to get Microsoft word working so I can write, but absolute hell trying to get the Internet connected. Anyway, I'm very sorry for leaving you all hanging for so long. And because I'm so sorry, you all get two chapters this time. Sorry, I can't reply to reviews now. I can't get online for very long. Only really enough to upload chapters. Nothing else will seem to load and I can't get into my email.

Ok, enough blabbering. Boring disclaimer today, I don't own any of Tolkien's stuff; I don't own POTC nor Jack Sparrow or Will Turner. All respective reviewers own themselves and the only things in this fic I own are the idea, the fairy floss machine and myself.

Oki doki, again sorry for the wait. Enjoy this chapter.

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Previously in the Fellowship and the Elf Next Door, Lamoo caused utter terror, as usual, two mysterious pirates appeared with their accomplices and Legolas was out cold again on the kitchen floor.

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"What did we miss?" Marissa wanted to know.

"Yea," added Aelimir, "is there any food left?"

Lamoo shrugged and glanced at Aragorn, who opened the fridge door and peered inside. "Not much," he remarked. "Got some fish here though." Aragorn moved assorted bottles of sauce and jars of pickles and pulled out a platter laden with slimy, rotting fish.

"Ohh goods, precious, theys is eating out fish. Yes they are precious," spoke up Smeagol, obviously delighted that his fish were being put to good use.

Marissa took one look at the fish and wrinkled her nose. "Yuck," she said. "How old exactly are they?"

Gollum beamed. "Why, theys is fresh precious." He said with a toothy smile. "Only three weekses old. Why does she want to know precious? Why does she want to know?"

Marissa frowned. "Erm, no reason." She replied. "Just curious."

"Anything else in there?" asked Pippin, who was standing on his tiptoes to reach the jar of pickles on the top shelf inside the fridge.

"Don't think so," answered Gandalf, who was peering inside looking for something that might be edible.

Suddenly one of the slimy fish splattered against the wall, slightly to the left of Frodo's head.

"Food fight!" someone yelled. There was a great clamour to get into the kitchen to grab items of food to throw at other people. Will and Jack, while everyone else was throwing food, were looking for the rum.

"Quick, in here," Jack whispered to Will and the pair of them crept out into the living room. There was a large sideboard and both guys were sure there was alcohol in it. Will removed his ridiculous hat and tried to wrench open the door.

"Damn it, stuck!" he proclaimed with a sigh.

Jack grinned. "How interesting." He said. "But don't despair, I have an idea,"

"Oh no," muttered Will.

Jack scowled. "Do you want the grog or not?" he asked.

Will sighed. "It was your idea to come in here. But yes, the way things are going, I'd like to be completely drunk before the end of this night." He said.

"Very well," replied Jack. "Hand me your sword." Will obliged and handed Jack his blade. Jack thrust the blade through the crash in the door and tried to wrench the door open. But it was to no avail. Will suddenly gave a cry as the sword snapped, as easily as if it were made of plastic.

"You broke my sword!" wailed Will.

Jack shrugged. "You were the one who made it." He answered. "It was not my fault it was complete crap! Wonderful blacksmith you are huh?" Jack dumped the broken blade on his buddy's lap and reached for his own scimitar. "Now, my sword is decent, it won't break. Watch this." Jack then thrust his own sword into the gab in which Will's had been and jiggled the blade. To no one's surprise, it snapped and Jack launched into a violent, swearing fit. He cursed and yelled and screamed in frustration. With all the commotion, everyone suddenly came out of the kitchen to see what was going on.

"What the hell is going on here?" Legolas asked, having recovered from his unconscious moment. "What the hell are you two doing?"

Jack gave a little giggle and launched into an explanation. It was obvious that Legolas was angry and he scared Jack. Will shook his head and strode over to where Jack was hopping around, trying to tell Legolas that little green rabbits had beamed down from their space ship and possessed Will into sticking his sword into the sideboard.

"Shut up, and don't do anything stupid," Will muttered to Jack and then launched into his own explanation. It was incredibly apparent that Legolas did not believe what Will was telling him either. "I'm telling you, Jack is really an evil vacuum cleaner who is plotting to take over the world!"

Legolas rolled his eyes. "Yea, and I'm Frodo Baggins. And you, you can be Steve Irwin!"

"Who?" asked Aragorn.

"Weird Australian dude who likes to play with crocodiles," Replied Lamoo. "He is seriously strange. Especially all his 'Crikey' business."

Gimli suddenly spoke up. "How about we forget all this and play pass the parcel?"

A few people groaned and decided to find something else to do and the rest sat down in a big circle on the floor while Lamoo and Nellie made a package magically appear.

While they were doing that, Elrohir and Elladan decided they didn't like anyone else playing pranks on other people, as Ainsley and Nellie had done. They were supposed to be the prank masters in Middle Earth! The pair decided they would make so much trouble, no one would ever forget this party. But first, they needed some accomplices.

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TBC

AN/ yes, short I know, but now I get to write another one. Sorry, nothing specific for anyone at the party until I can get online and read the reviews so I can remember what I have to do.

Don't forget to review cos when I can get online to read em, they make the fifteen failed attempts at connecting worthwhile.

Until next chappie, Happy reading, Love Lamoo