Hey yo! We finally wrote this chapter together! Go us! We really need to
get some reviews from other people, whom we DON'T know!
We don't own Lord of the Rings or Applebees. But some day. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* But reviewers are greatly appreciated so we'd like to take some time to thank our buddies (
PhoenixJay27: Thanx so much! You make us very happy *little dance of appreciation that looks like an Irish jig* Keep R&R!
Parry Aldon: You're right, you don't have any wrath, but we're gonna keep going just for the heck of it
Lady Blink: sex scenes?! I am not having sex with Elrohir although in this chappy, Eliz gets pretty darn excited about a kiss (JUST A PECK I PROMISE!)
MizuRaccu: We love you! Thanx for forcing me to become an author. It's a lot of fun! Hope you like this chapter
Howe the Brown Cow: Don't get too excited, we make fools out of ourselves in this one! TTT extended edition! Denethor really needs to die. I so wanted to go to the midnight premiere with you! Oh well, we'll just go over Winter Break YEAH!!!!
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Ryan pulled the car into the driveway and all of the elves unloaded from the back seat. "Welcome to my humble abode." She waved her arms in the air showing off her house. Arwen scoffed under her breath.
"Some house..."
"Arwen! They are our hosts! You shouldn't insult them!" muttered Elrohir
"Are you two coming or not?" shouted Ryan who had already lead Sam and the other elves into the house. Elrohir glanced at his sister and then followed Ryan into the house. Arwen sneered and slowly followed behind.
"Need caffeine!" Sam dug through Ryan's refrigerator. "Ha ha! I win!" Grabbing a Pepsi she opened it and chugged. Legolas timidly watched from the doorway. "What are you drinking?" "This my friend is a soda. Wanna try one?" Sam tossed the elf a can. After a few attempts and some coaching he finally got it opened and took a sip. He yelped spitting Pepsi all over Sam's face. "It fizzes!"
"Sam what in the world are you doing!?" Ryan stood behind a very scared Legolas with Haldir, Elrohir, and Arwen.
Sam shrugged, "Er...giving Leggie a drink?" Ryan groaned and slapped her forehead.
"Why me? Why am I surrounded by idiots!?"
"Come on you know you love me." Sam grinned elbowing Ryan's side. "You know you do deep down inside!" Ryan rolled her eyes.
"Well. I guess I should show you guys."
Arwen cleared her throat. "And girls around the house so you don't end up killing yourselves."
"Good idea Ryan. I'll just stick around down here in the familly room and watch TV while you do that." Ryan glared at Sam. "Ok, Ok I'll help!" And so began the task of explaining how appliances and such worked.
"As you can see," stated Ryan, "We are in the kitchen. This is the oven." She pointed towards the stove top. "Do not touch. This over here is the dish washer. Do not touch. Here is what we call a toaster. Don't touch that either. Are there any questions so far?" Legolas raised his hand.
"Any at all? No? Good. Moving right along..."
The tour continued like this through the house.
"This is your room Arwen." Ryan pointed to the bathroom. "You shall sleep here," pointing to the bathtub.
"Are you sure people actually sleep here?"
"Okay, this is my world. Got it? I can tell you to sleep wherever I want and I would kindly ask you to refrain from questioning my judgement as to your sleeping accommodations. Okay?!"
"Yeah sure whatever. Just agree with her, Arwen and she'll be a lot nicer!" Elrohir said all in one breath.
"Right." Ryan was a little amazed. Most people didn't catch on to that until after 20 or more insults. She hadn't insulted Elrohir; it was mostly Arwen that she was regretting saving earlier in the pool. Elrohir seemed to understand her. Hmmm.
"Okay Ryan let's give Elrohir and Legolas the twins' bunk beds."
"Good idea and I guess we can give Arwen my room and Haldir can sleep in my parent's room."
"Thank you my ladies. Your hospitality is greatly appreciated and will not go unrewarded." Haldir bowed deeply and kissed both their hands.
Sam went into a fit of giggles and ran into the bathroom to stop hyperventilating. Ryan grabbed her hand back and wiped the back of it on her jeans.
"Well, whatever. Just stay here. I guess we'll have to take you with us to school tomorrow, we can't leave you here by yourselves."
"We are capable of taking care of ourselves." Arwen fumed.
"Yes, I'm quite aware of that (especially since you managed to snatch up Aragorn so fast) in Middlearth. Here, you know nothing about this world. I would advise you to heed my instructions if you wish to survive and function here.
"Fine."
"Do you eat food here?" Legolas asked timidly. By the Valar what is a bunk bed? He started to feel homesick. He missed Mirkwood and his ada.
"Do we eat food? Oh man, let me show you the delicacies of Applebees!"
"Sam, you can't feed him that stuff! It'll make him sick! He's not used to eating chicken fried steak and apple pie a la mode and buffalo wings and mozzarella sticks and nachos.I'm driving! Everybody back in the car!"
The elves looked around, sure that it was one of those things they weren't supposed to touch.
"The thing we rode here in!"
"Oh!" They dashed out, each determined to get the best seat.
"Ladies first" Arwen screamed.
"I'll protect you all if there is a foul demon herein!" Haldir exclaimed.
"I'm Elrond's son!" Elrohir shrieked.
"I'm a prince!" Legolas cried (timidly).
The other three looked at each other.
"Well, I suppose that means he does get to choose first." Haldir relented.
"Thank you." Legolas climbed into the backseat of the Accord only to be squashed by Arwen, Haldir and Elrohir (in that order) who scrambled into the car. Ryan shot them all looks that clearly said, "You're all nuts" in any language.
Applebees was heaven.
"I ate so much I don't think I'll ever be able to outrun a warg again."
Ryan sputtered on her virgin margarita and started laughing until she fell on the floor.
"Is she alright?" Legolas asked.
"Yeah. It's just been really weird. It's not everyday 4 elves show up at your swim meet and you end up taking them out to dinner."
Elrohir thought about this. What was so strange about elves. They weren't as unusual as hobbits. He glanced at Ryan, who was wiping tears out of her eyes from her recent explosion. He decided he liked her laugh and her smile, neither of which he had seen until just now.
The waiter came by to clear their plates. They all looked as if they were about to explode so he wasn't sure if he should offer dessert. He didn't want to have to clean up barf again like last night. He walked up to the table and began taking the ravaged plates away.
"No, stop there's one more wing left!" Legolas tackled the waiter and pointed a small dagger at his neck. The waiter handed over the last buffalo wing, praying for his life.
Legolas inhaled the food, then licked his fingers. Then he noticed all the stares he was getting around the restaurant.
"I was just a little hungry." He replied. (Timidly. Do you see a pattern emerging here?)
The manager ran up. "What the hell is going on here?"
Sam tried to stop laughing long enough to answer him. "Our friend just wanted the last buffalo wing. The waiter tried to clear the table and he got a little angry. Sorry."
"What? Oh, no. You're fired."
"Why? What'd I do? I was just doing my job and the guy jumped on top of me. You can't fire me for that!" The waiter was quite hysterical.
"Yeah, well you didn't ask if he was done. That's rule number 6 found on page 201 in handbook 3 of the Applebee's Customer Service guide!" (Manager winks at camera that's videotaping commercial).
"Well, I quit!"
"You can't quit, I fired you!"
"Oh yeah." The waiter walked out of the restaurant dejectedly.
"I'm sorry about that. Hey are you four going to a medieval Renaissance fair or what? Great costumes. My wife loves to sew. Did you make them yourselves? They're really good. I love that color. What's that called?"
The senior manager walked up. "Ron, you're fired."
"WHAT?!"
"You were rambling. Being short, concise and brief is rule number 9 found on page 173 of Handbook 5 of the Applebee's customer service guide!"
Meanwhile, Sam, Ryan and the 4 elves who had no idea what just happened slipped out the back, neglecting to pay their bill.
"You know Sam. That manager was right. The elves look weird. We have to get them some clothes before school on Monday."
"Yeah, but where should we go to get clothes?"
"Don't look at me, you know I hate the mall."
"So do I, so we have to take them together. Even though I'd rather die."
"Okay guys. Tonight: Applebees! Tomorrow: THE MALL!"
That was weird. 'What in Elbereth is a mall?' Once again, Legolas was scared.
We don't own Lord of the Rings or Applebees. But some day. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* But reviewers are greatly appreciated so we'd like to take some time to thank our buddies (
PhoenixJay27: Thanx so much! You make us very happy *little dance of appreciation that looks like an Irish jig* Keep R&R!
Parry Aldon: You're right, you don't have any wrath, but we're gonna keep going just for the heck of it
Lady Blink: sex scenes?! I am not having sex with Elrohir although in this chappy, Eliz gets pretty darn excited about a kiss (JUST A PECK I PROMISE!)
MizuRaccu: We love you! Thanx for forcing me to become an author. It's a lot of fun! Hope you like this chapter
Howe the Brown Cow: Don't get too excited, we make fools out of ourselves in this one! TTT extended edition! Denethor really needs to die. I so wanted to go to the midnight premiere with you! Oh well, we'll just go over Winter Break YEAH!!!!
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Ryan pulled the car into the driveway and all of the elves unloaded from the back seat. "Welcome to my humble abode." She waved her arms in the air showing off her house. Arwen scoffed under her breath.
"Some house..."
"Arwen! They are our hosts! You shouldn't insult them!" muttered Elrohir
"Are you two coming or not?" shouted Ryan who had already lead Sam and the other elves into the house. Elrohir glanced at his sister and then followed Ryan into the house. Arwen sneered and slowly followed behind.
"Need caffeine!" Sam dug through Ryan's refrigerator. "Ha ha! I win!" Grabbing a Pepsi she opened it and chugged. Legolas timidly watched from the doorway. "What are you drinking?" "This my friend is a soda. Wanna try one?" Sam tossed the elf a can. After a few attempts and some coaching he finally got it opened and took a sip. He yelped spitting Pepsi all over Sam's face. "It fizzes!"
"Sam what in the world are you doing!?" Ryan stood behind a very scared Legolas with Haldir, Elrohir, and Arwen.
Sam shrugged, "Er...giving Leggie a drink?" Ryan groaned and slapped her forehead.
"Why me? Why am I surrounded by idiots!?"
"Come on you know you love me." Sam grinned elbowing Ryan's side. "You know you do deep down inside!" Ryan rolled her eyes.
"Well. I guess I should show you guys."
Arwen cleared her throat. "And girls around the house so you don't end up killing yourselves."
"Good idea Ryan. I'll just stick around down here in the familly room and watch TV while you do that." Ryan glared at Sam. "Ok, Ok I'll help!" And so began the task of explaining how appliances and such worked.
"As you can see," stated Ryan, "We are in the kitchen. This is the oven." She pointed towards the stove top. "Do not touch. This over here is the dish washer. Do not touch. Here is what we call a toaster. Don't touch that either. Are there any questions so far?" Legolas raised his hand.
"Any at all? No? Good. Moving right along..."
The tour continued like this through the house.
"This is your room Arwen." Ryan pointed to the bathroom. "You shall sleep here," pointing to the bathtub.
"Are you sure people actually sleep here?"
"Okay, this is my world. Got it? I can tell you to sleep wherever I want and I would kindly ask you to refrain from questioning my judgement as to your sleeping accommodations. Okay?!"
"Yeah sure whatever. Just agree with her, Arwen and she'll be a lot nicer!" Elrohir said all in one breath.
"Right." Ryan was a little amazed. Most people didn't catch on to that until after 20 or more insults. She hadn't insulted Elrohir; it was mostly Arwen that she was regretting saving earlier in the pool. Elrohir seemed to understand her. Hmmm.
"Okay Ryan let's give Elrohir and Legolas the twins' bunk beds."
"Good idea and I guess we can give Arwen my room and Haldir can sleep in my parent's room."
"Thank you my ladies. Your hospitality is greatly appreciated and will not go unrewarded." Haldir bowed deeply and kissed both their hands.
Sam went into a fit of giggles and ran into the bathroom to stop hyperventilating. Ryan grabbed her hand back and wiped the back of it on her jeans.
"Well, whatever. Just stay here. I guess we'll have to take you with us to school tomorrow, we can't leave you here by yourselves."
"We are capable of taking care of ourselves." Arwen fumed.
"Yes, I'm quite aware of that (especially since you managed to snatch up Aragorn so fast) in Middlearth. Here, you know nothing about this world. I would advise you to heed my instructions if you wish to survive and function here.
"Fine."
"Do you eat food here?" Legolas asked timidly. By the Valar what is a bunk bed? He started to feel homesick. He missed Mirkwood and his ada.
"Do we eat food? Oh man, let me show you the delicacies of Applebees!"
"Sam, you can't feed him that stuff! It'll make him sick! He's not used to eating chicken fried steak and apple pie a la mode and buffalo wings and mozzarella sticks and nachos.I'm driving! Everybody back in the car!"
The elves looked around, sure that it was one of those things they weren't supposed to touch.
"The thing we rode here in!"
"Oh!" They dashed out, each determined to get the best seat.
"Ladies first" Arwen screamed.
"I'll protect you all if there is a foul demon herein!" Haldir exclaimed.
"I'm Elrond's son!" Elrohir shrieked.
"I'm a prince!" Legolas cried (timidly).
The other three looked at each other.
"Well, I suppose that means he does get to choose first." Haldir relented.
"Thank you." Legolas climbed into the backseat of the Accord only to be squashed by Arwen, Haldir and Elrohir (in that order) who scrambled into the car. Ryan shot them all looks that clearly said, "You're all nuts" in any language.
Applebees was heaven.
"I ate so much I don't think I'll ever be able to outrun a warg again."
Ryan sputtered on her virgin margarita and started laughing until she fell on the floor.
"Is she alright?" Legolas asked.
"Yeah. It's just been really weird. It's not everyday 4 elves show up at your swim meet and you end up taking them out to dinner."
Elrohir thought about this. What was so strange about elves. They weren't as unusual as hobbits. He glanced at Ryan, who was wiping tears out of her eyes from her recent explosion. He decided he liked her laugh and her smile, neither of which he had seen until just now.
The waiter came by to clear their plates. They all looked as if they were about to explode so he wasn't sure if he should offer dessert. He didn't want to have to clean up barf again like last night. He walked up to the table and began taking the ravaged plates away.
"No, stop there's one more wing left!" Legolas tackled the waiter and pointed a small dagger at his neck. The waiter handed over the last buffalo wing, praying for his life.
Legolas inhaled the food, then licked his fingers. Then he noticed all the stares he was getting around the restaurant.
"I was just a little hungry." He replied. (Timidly. Do you see a pattern emerging here?)
The manager ran up. "What the hell is going on here?"
Sam tried to stop laughing long enough to answer him. "Our friend just wanted the last buffalo wing. The waiter tried to clear the table and he got a little angry. Sorry."
"What? Oh, no. You're fired."
"Why? What'd I do? I was just doing my job and the guy jumped on top of me. You can't fire me for that!" The waiter was quite hysterical.
"Yeah, well you didn't ask if he was done. That's rule number 6 found on page 201 in handbook 3 of the Applebee's Customer Service guide!" (Manager winks at camera that's videotaping commercial).
"Well, I quit!"
"You can't quit, I fired you!"
"Oh yeah." The waiter walked out of the restaurant dejectedly.
"I'm sorry about that. Hey are you four going to a medieval Renaissance fair or what? Great costumes. My wife loves to sew. Did you make them yourselves? They're really good. I love that color. What's that called?"
The senior manager walked up. "Ron, you're fired."
"WHAT?!"
"You were rambling. Being short, concise and brief is rule number 9 found on page 173 of Handbook 5 of the Applebee's customer service guide!"
Meanwhile, Sam, Ryan and the 4 elves who had no idea what just happened slipped out the back, neglecting to pay their bill.
"You know Sam. That manager was right. The elves look weird. We have to get them some clothes before school on Monday."
"Yeah, but where should we go to get clothes?"
"Don't look at me, you know I hate the mall."
"So do I, so we have to take them together. Even though I'd rather die."
"Okay guys. Tonight: Applebees! Tomorrow: THE MALL!"
That was weird. 'What in Elbereth is a mall?' Once again, Legolas was scared.
