A/N: I'm on a roll now! Here's another kinda dream-filled chapter!!
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Dinner had been...strange, to say the least. Around the table sat Theoden King, newly awakened from being controlled by Saruman. Gandalf the White had done it and had also banished Grima Wyrmtongue, and so was also joining them for dinner.
Gandalf and Theoden spent the whole evening talking of politics and issues of Rohan, while Éowyn sat at her father's left side, Éomer at his right. She kept shooting evil glares at Arwen, who sat beside Aragorn. Nuavar sat between Éomer and Legolas, alternating her time between flirting with the elf and insulting the man. Gimli sat on Aragorn's other side and across from Legolas, and watched the strange conversations going on all around him, smirking and laughing outright at a few of Erica and Morgan's antics.
Finally, though, the evening wore down. Gandalf and Theoden retired to the King's private study with a promise to the personship to discuss the ravaging Uruk-hai in Rohan the next morning. Éowyn left with a curt goodnight, shooting one final death-glare at Arwen and managing to somehow get her filthy hand on Aragorn's cheek before Arwen barely restrained herself from bitch-slapping her and instead kicked her lightly to make her get away from her man.
Gimli and Éomer left soon after, leaving the happy—or not so happy?—couples in the large dining hall.
"We must get some sleep too," Legolas said finally. "Tomorrow will be a busy day, if we are to decide on a course of action against the Uruk-hai." Aragorn agreed; both personship members kissed their sweethearts lightly on the cheek before heading off to the mens' quarters.
Nuavar sighed at Legolas' retreating back. "He's so hot."
Arwen sighed at Aragorn's retreating back. "He's so hot. Especially when he's fighting evil dudes."
"Anyway," Nuavar said, "back to serious things. Orcs are ravaging Rohan, which means that Aragorn will get the king to decide to go to Helm's Deep soon, which means the battle is soon, which means Gandalf is going to leave tomorrow most likely, which means...TARA!!"
They'd both totally forgotten about Tarabrethilwen, known to them as Steph. Of course, if Gandalf came back, so had she, and now she'd walked in on them in the middle of Nuavar's very run-on sentence.
"Hi you guys! Guess what, I'm Tara the Green now! It means I finally became a wizard...actually since I'm a girl I guess you could call me wizardess or whatever. I got to choose my own color, isn't that awesome!?"
Nuavar and Arwen could tell that Steph had chosen green. She was dressed in the color from her forest green soft leather boots, to her calfskin green breeches, to her green tunic and magnificent sweeping cloak. She even carried a plain staff, which was, a bit unsurprisingly, green.
"You'll be invisible in a forest, I'll tell ya that," Erica managed. Morgan smiled.
"Green," she said weakly. Steph put a hand on her hip and rolled her eyes.
"I don't wear this all the time, dudes, it's just like my formal wear, so people will know that I'm a Green."
"Oh. All right." The elves said in unison.
Steph told her friends all about how she and Gandalf had taken down the balrog, inserting a few stories of her own heroism besides, and then demanded to know everything that had happened to them since she dived in after her teacher in the Mines of Moria.
It took them a good while of talking, but soon they'd all run out of stories, and Steph wisely suggested that they should head to bed. Which they did. After stealing some very yummy bread from the King's kitchens.
~*~Arwen and Nuavar's Dream~*~
"Huh?" Morgan and Erica were standing in the same clearing in Lothlorien as Kristen, wearing similar types of clothing. They exchanged glances and shrugged, just before Jackie appeared in all the glory of Lorien's Lady. That is, she popped into the dream.
"Jackie!?"
"It's me!" she exclaimed happily. Seeing as Erica and Morgan were soooo confused, she explained the same thing as she had to Kristen, and cleared up any remaining confusion. Then she told them about spying.
"Guess what, you guys!? WE CAN SPY ON THE GUYS' DREAMS!!"
There was a silence as crickets chirped. "Why would anyone wanna do that?" Morgan demanded.
"Yeah...who KNOWS what Matt and Jamie think about," Erica added with a shudder.
Jackie blinked in surprise, then understood that by 'guys' they thought she meant the guys from their class!!
"OHMYGOD EWWW no way would I ever do that!!" she exclaimed. "By GUYS, I meant Aragorn and Legolas!"
Two mouths dropped open in comprehension.
"Ohhh...."
"So? What do you think!?"
Erica and Morgan exchanged glances again, uncertain this time. "Do you really think that's...like...moral?" Erica asked hesitantly. Jackie blew out a breath in exasperation.
"Of COURSE it is! Do you know how many times they've tried—and sometimes succeeded—in listening in on your conversations about them!?"
Morgan blew up. Figuratively, of course.
"WHAT!?!? THAT BASTARD HERBAL ESSENCES CAT BOY AND STRIDER-RANGER-KING HAVE BEEN EAVESDROPPING ON US!?!?!? WHERE ARE THEY?? I'M GONNA BREAK THEIR SCRAWNY SPYING NECKS!!!"
Jackie and Erica slowly backed away, waiting for her to run out of steam. It took about five minutes of her ranting and raving before she finally stopped, took a deep breath, let it out in a massive sigh, and turned to face her friends.
"When do we start?"
Jackie explained that first she had to leave and see if they were, indeed, dreaming. So she waved goodbye and popped out of the dream.
"Are you still sure we should be doing this?" Erica asked Morgan.
"Of course! Can you deny that you're at least a wee bit curious?"
"But...what if the dreams are like...ewww, I can't even say it!!"
Morgan stopped to think for a moment. Then she smiled evilly. "If that's the case, then we'll break their scrawny spying necks. Okay?"
"Sounds like a plan."
It took Jackie a few minutes to just quickly check that te guys were dreaming, then she appeared before Erica and Morgan again.
"Alright, you guys. Ready to go?" Jackie draped her arms over her friends shoulders and immediately, they *popped* out of their dream and into another one.
~*~End of Arwen and Nuavar's Dream~*~
~*~Aragorn's Dream~*~
Jackie, Morgan, and Erica appeared suddenly in a beautiful courtyard, surrounded by amazing gardens. The sun was bright overheard, and flowers bloomed colorfully, trees casting shady areas. Underneath a few of the tallest and widest trees were ornately carved wooden benches.
"Where are we?" Morgan whispered.
"Aragorn's dream," came the equally quiet and excited voice of Jackie. "I'm pretty sure it's the royal gardens of what should be his palace in Gondor. Stay quiet, and whatever you do, DON'T let him see you, because he'll think it's just a dream…but whatever happens to you in the dream happens for real, at least for us."
The warning was well heard, but before anyone could ask questions, Aragorn appeared. He was dressed in fine, expensive-looking clothes and wore a thin golden circlet on his brow.
"I don't understand," Morgan muttered, "he obviously likes the idea of being a king, in his dreams at least…so why does he seem to hate it so in real life?"
Erica's face had brightened in happiness as she undoubtedly saw something that Morgan didn't. "Because he wants to impress me," she said softly.
Morgan looked back to Aragorn—and barely suppressed a gasp of shock. There, walking beside the man, holding his hand, was an exact likeness of the woman he knew as Arweniel!
As Aragorn was dressed in a King's attire, so was Arwen dressed like a Queen. Her flowing golden down was glowing beautifully as the sun's rays touched it, making her seem a dazzling, ethereal being. A necklace hung around her neck with a huge emerald on it, a sight that made Erica's eyes bulge, and an identical golden circlet sat upon her head. Arwen's dark brown hair hung over her shoulders in smooth, straight locks.
"Wow," Jackie managed to say. "I don't think Celeborn dreams about ME that way." Morgan giggled.
"Erica, this is awesome! It means he really does love you! See, he's the King and you're the Queen, and then, in a few years, you'll be surrounded by mini-Aragorns and mini-Ericas!" She started to laugh hysterically, and Erica gave her friend a death-glare that shut her up quick. The three girls watched as the dream-couple sat down on a shady bench. They crept close enough to hear what was going on, and got comfortable in the bushes.
"I love this garden," Arwen sighed, "especially as a way to get away from all the troubles of Gondor."
"There are not so many troubles as you might think, beloved. It's just that you don't like the way Lady Eowyn looks at me," Aragorn said with a chuckle. Arwen sitffened indignantly.
"And so I shouldn't! She is married, to the Steward of Gondor, and yet she still finds every opportunity to flutter her eyelashes at her King as much as at her husband!"
"Oh, come Arwen, you know that I love no one near as much as you," Aragorn chastised softly. He lifted her hands to her lips and kissed one, then the other, tenderly. Morgan and Jackie grimaced and turned away as their lips met and a secret royal makeout session occurred.
When they pulled apart, and Aragorn began reciting poetry—POETRY!—to Arwen, Jackie had finally had enough. She muttered furiously about "crazy romantic idealistic men" and wasted no time in popping Erica and Morgan out of Aragorn's dream.
~*~End of Aragorn's Dream~*~
~*~Legolas' Dream~*~
The three girls—elves—were now in the dark shadows around a small fire. They squinted as their eyes adjusted to the light, and they saw dream-Legolas sitting beside dream-Morgan. He had a weird harp kinda thing in his hands and was playing some chords softly.
"It's so beautiful tonight," dream-Morgan sighed happily. Legolas smiled at her and began playing a slow tune. Dream-Morgan and the three intruders watched, entranced, as Legolas serenaded dream-Morgan with an elf-ballad, of the love between two entwined souls and all sorts of other sappy poetic junk.
Dream-Morgan was staring deep into Legolas' eyes, and when the song ended, and the music faded away, an elf-makeout session occurred, much to Jackie's disgust. Two in one night! And she'd thought she was doing this to help out her friends.
Soon it became too much for her and she pulled Erica and a stupidly grinning Morgan out of the dream, back into her realm in Lothlorien.
~*~End of Legolas' Dream~*~
~*~Arwen and Nuavar's Dream~*~
"So?" Jackie demanded. "Was it to your liking? Personally that was totally sickening, having to watch the two of you make out with Acorn and Leggy in a dream! This spying thing is NEVER going to happen again!"
Morgan and Erica exchanged somewhat disappointed glances.
"I guess it's for the best," Morgan said.
"It damn well is!" Jackie exclaimed. "I'll see you guys a few nights from now. Toodles!" And with that, she popped away, leaving Erica and Morgan to their own dreamless sleep.
~*~End of all these crazy dreams~*~
When Arwen and Nuavar woke up the next morning, they had much to talk about.
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A/N: See? Lotsa dreams!