The sun wasn't setting, but that was only logical, since it was Alaska in the summertime. Kathryn and Ann had locked away Kathryn's numerous Lord of the Rings paraphernalia, and had decided to relax in her den for a few minutes.

Kathryn groaned slightly as she lowered herself into an armchair and put her feet up. "Ann, pregnancy is hell. I don't recommend it. Adopt."

Ann laughed as she seated herself at Kathryn's iMac and opened up the Internet. Humming to herself, she typed into the address bar.

"Ach! No new reviews. Eh well." She clicked on Favorites and opened up a story. "Hey Kathryn, guess what I'm reading."

"Smut."

"Close. I'll give you a hint: Mr. Froooodooooo!"

"Oh, for the love 'a schnikie!"

They laughed as Ann continued to read aloud. Their idyll was broken by a sharp crash and a 'Now look what you've done!' from downstairs.

Ann rolled her eyes. "Sounds like the boys are up to their tricks again." She helped Kathryn out of her chair and they trundled downstairs.

The dulcet tones of arguing hobbits floated towards them from the living room. Ann poked her head around the door. 'Guys? What happened?'

Sam, busy looking at the books on the shelves in wonder, jerked a thumb over his shoulder and said, 'They broke something.'

Merry and Pippin were arguing over the shattered remains of a porcelain dragon. They looked up guiltily.

'It's all Pippin's fault!'

'It's not my fault! I thought it was real!'

'That's because you're a wooly-pated fool!'

'Am not!'

'Oh, don't start that . . . .'

Kathryn came into the room and cried out. "My dragon! For the love of schnikie!" She gazed sadly down at the chips of porcelain before turning a death-glare on the unfortunate hobbits.

'Oooooo-kay,' intervened Ann before someone came to grievous bodily harm. 'When people start getting this cranky, I know it's time for some food.'

Everyone looked up at the word food. The Men and older members of the Fellowship tried to look only mildly interested, but the Hobbits were unabashedly excited.

'Yes! We're hungry!'

Ann looked up at Kathryn, face twitching with the effort of not laughing. "They're hungry. What a surprise."

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Oi think so, Brain, but 'ow're we gonna get flippah's onna goat?"

"Very funny. I was thinking . . . . pizza."

Ann grinned finally, giving her face a break. "Pizza sounds real good right about now."

"You get orders, I'll call."

"Sounds good." She turned to the Fellowship. 'Okay, gang, we're going to order some food called pizza. I think you'll like it. We'll get some with mushrooms' - there was a loud cheer from the Hobbits, and a noise of approval from Gimli - 'but we need to know if you guys want anything else.'

'What else is there?' Asked Boromir curiously.

'Well . . . .' Ann began running down a list of possible pizza toppings, until finally Aragorn held up a hand to stem the flow of words.

'No more! I think that meat will agree with all of us. Do as you wish - we trust you.'

"And I thought you guys were smart . . ."

'What?'

'Nothing, nothing. . . .'

A/N: I'll make this quick. Thanks to Summer Skye for nagging me, putting up with me, and helping me. Thanks to the reviewers for the positive reviews.

For those of you who haven't figured it out yet, 'Single apostrophes' mean Westron unless otherwise noted, while "Quotation marks" mean English, unless otherwise noted.

See ya next chappie!