A/N: Okay you guys, I just got this new toothpaste, and it's like, extra-extra-extra strength germ-killing, and my mouth is about to burn up. I mean, I cannot even begin to describe how intensely minty this toothpaste is. If it weren't for the fact that I'm like, obsessive-compulsive about clean teeth, I might throw it away. Oh god, IT BURNS! Okay, anyway, here's the next chapter. Hope you enjoy!
The next morning came soon. Too soon. The previous day had been an adventure in itself, but nothing compared to what the fellowship was about to face, and they knew it too.
Gandalf was sitting in front of the childcare center with Aragorn, watching elves bring in stroller after stroller, horse after horse, carton after carton of baby formula. "That Elrond...I just can't believe he's actually going to do this!"
"I'm right there with you! It's just impossible!" Aragorn did some quick calculations in his head. "How in the world does he expect eight of us to keep track of 154 children--"
"Actually, it's 164," Gandalf corrected, "but continue."
"Whatever, 164 children, all of whom are under the age of five, for two weeks?"
"Actually, I've just spoken with him. It will be three weeks." Gandalf said darkly.
"No!" breathed Aragorn. "You have got to be lying to me!"
"A wizard never lies."
Aragorn closed his eyes and began to massage his temples. "Okay, well, have you figured out where we're going to go yet?"
"Not yet, but Elrond said he'll go over some stuff with me today. Hopefully we'll be able to work out some sort of plan."
"Okay..." Out of the corner of his eye, Aragorn noticed that children had started arriving, two in particular that he was not at all happy to see. "Well, some of my class is here, so I'm going to go get them ready to roll." Aragorn stood up, rather reluctantly, and made his way towards Kurus and Umiell.
"Aragorn!"
Aragorn turned around to see Legolas standing with about six little girls crawling all over him, and their "parents" standing behind him, each holding a humongous, brightly colored diaper bag with the child's name across the front (some of the parents didn't really know what the name was, so they just wrote "Anonymous Child" across the front).
"Where do they put all this stuff?"
"Um...I guess just put them in the carts." He gestured towards the four horse-drawn carts stationed in the middle of the road.
"Okay, thanks." Legolas pried the little girls off of him and turned to the parents.
One of the women stepped forward. "You know what, I really have to go." She handed him a big plastic yellow bag that said IDRA in big plastic red letters. "There's some soap, shampoo, conditioner, and conditioning spray in there. Make sure you wash and condition her hair every night. There's also some extra clothes, a list of her allergies, and some general directions on how to take care of her. Have fun!" She turned around to leave.
"Wait, which one is she?"
The woman rolled her eyes, and then pulled one of the children off of Legolas' leg and handed her to him. "This one!" she said, and then left.
The rest of the parents closed in around Legolas trying to get out of there as quickly as possible. "Okay, stop! Now, does anybody have a magic marker?"
"...um, I have a permanent marker..." one of the parents held a red sharpie out.
"Even better. Can I borrow this?"
"Sure...I have some other colors too." He reached into his pocket and produced a blue, a black, and a green marker.
"Thanks so much!" said Legolas, swiping them from his hand. He then set down the girl he was holding, took hold of her wrist, and printed 'Idra' neatly on her forearm.
Legolas' idea proved to be a good one. The fellowship worked out a way to slightly keep track of the children by writing their names on their arms in different color markers. The babies were green, one-year-olds red, two-year-olds black, and three-year-olds blue. In the case of an anonymous child, they would write 'AC#1' and so on in the appropriate color, and then write the same number on the anonymous child's bag. Legolas was so proud of himself for coming up with such a great idea.
Poor Pippin stood next to Gandalf rather unhappily. He had been given the task of writing each child's name on their arm as they arrived, and it always made them start crying. But then again, Gandalf was the one who had to lift them all up and set them in strollers, and Pippin seriously doubted he could do that.
Yet another smiling couple (very likely they were smiling because they were getting rid of their children for three weeks) walked up to him holding a baby. "This is Thalion, T-H-A-L-I-O-N." the woman said pleasantly. She held the baby out to Pippin who wrote his name on his arm. Surprisingly, the baby did not start crying, and the parents moved on to Gandalf.
"We're so excited! This is his first field trip ever!" said the father.
"Mmm." Gandalf replied, not at all interested.
The mother spoke up. "We were kind of worried at first, you know, seeing as he'll be out in the wilderness for three weeks, but we trust you so much because you're a wizard..." She handed him the baby's bag. "You should find everything you need in there. Remember, wash and condition his hair at least once a day! And no blow drying or straightening irons either. Also, if you could give him a deep conditioning treatment at least once a week, that would be great. Make sure you get all the conditioner out though or else his hair will-"
"You know what, I have forty-one babies to protect from things like wargs and balrogs, so he just might not get all of the hair care he normally does! You're just going to have to deal with it!" Gandalf snatched the baby from his mothers arms and smushed him into a stroller. "NEXT!"
Pippin sent the next baby to Gandalf, and leaned in to whisper to him. "Um, Gandalf, how are we going to get all of these babies there? They can't walk!"
"I suppose we'll just tie a bunch of strollers together and push them."
"Mmm...okay." Pippin labeled anonymous child number five, and then turned to look at the strollers that Elrond had given them. There were six of them, and each one held six babies. Pippin seriously doubted he could push even one of them. "Um, Gandalf, there's one slight problem."
"What is it?"
"There's only thirty-six seats in the strollers, and we have forty-one babies."
Gandalf fought hard to keep himself composed and relaxed. "That's okay. We will just...um, well, we can attach the strollers to, um, a horse, and then we can each ride a horse-"
"Gandalf, I'm way too small to ride horses."
Gandalf took a deep breath, and then began to speak, slowly and deliberately. "Okay, well, you'll ride in the cart with all of our supplies and you can take a few babies with you, and I'll take the ones that are left."
"Alright." Pippin nodded and turned back to his work.
"NO! DADDY! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Pippin jumped and looked up, accidentally smearing the ink on anonymous child number six's arm.
"Shh...Selda, it's okay. Mr. Merry is coming right back!"
Pippin nearly laughed out loud as his gaze fell on Sam who was struggling to get a screaming two-year-old into a stroller.
"DADDY!" She squirmed out of his grasp and threw herself onto the leg of a retreating elf.
He pulled her off and picked her up. "Dude, let's just get this straight. I am NOT your daddy, okay? I was just being nice and picked you up from day care yesterday! Okay, so go and hang out with the short guy now!" He set her down and gave her a gentle nudge towards Sam.
"NO!" she threw herself on the ground and began to throw a temper tantrum. "NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!"
"Where is Merry?" Sam wondered out loud.
"I'm right here! Listen, I've just been talking with Lord Elrond. We only have twelve horses, and four of them are-"
"Okay, Merry, that's really good, but could you get her to shut up please?"
"Having a bit of a crisis?" Elrond glided up to Sam.
"Oh no, we're just fine." Sam said through clenched teeth.
"Good, good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to talk to Gandalf and Legolas, do you know where they are?"
"Gandalf is with the babies and Legolas is with the one-year-olds."
"Lovely." Elrond swept on, surveying the rather frenzied situation that the fellowship was in at the moment. 'Oh well, they'll figure something out. Meanwhile, I have much more important things on my mind.' He stopped in front of the one-year-old cart. "Legolas, come with me. We need to do some last minute planning."
"Okay..." Legolas turned to Gimli. "Gimli, can you handle things here for a few minutes?"
"You betcha!" Gimli proceeded to write the words 'Gandalf Junior' in loopy cursive handwriting on his baby's arm, dotting the 'i' with a heart. "Ooh, how pretty!" He patted himself on the back.
"Okay, um, I'm gonna go now." Legolas walked off to join Elrond and Gandalf (senior) who were sitting on the steps in front of the childcare center.
"Good, you've joined us!" said Elrond. "We are currently discussing the route that you will need to take to get, well, wherever you're going."
"Yeah, um, where are we going?" asked Gandalf. For the first time, Legolas noticed that he was holding four babies in his lap at once. One of the girls wriggled out of Gandalf's grip, crawled up to Legolas, and laid her head in his lap.
"Brennil, get back here!" Gandalf reached over and tried to drag her back onto his lap, but she let out an ear-piercing shriek.
"Erm, Gandalf..." Elrond took his hands off his ears. "Why don't you just let her stay there while we discuss this."
"That might be a good idea."
"Okay, well, let's begin!" Elrond pulled out a large map of Middle Earth. "Well, we don't want you to stray too far from Rivendell, but then again, we don't want you right on the border, so I'd say...hmm..."
Legolas spoke up. "You know, we could just take them, say, a couple of miles from here and sort of...survive...or whatever..."
Elrond and Gandalf stared at him blankly.
"I really need to start thinking before I say things."
"Well, that might actually be a good idea." Gandalf cleared his throat. "It would limit the amount of traveling, which would definitely be a plus, and it would reduce our chances of losing someone."
"And also be entirely non-educational. No, that won't work at all." Elrond turned his attention back to his map.
"Why in the world does it have to be educational? None of these kids are older than three! They won't learn anything anyway!"
Gandalf cut in. "Actually, Legolas, Aragorn has one in his group that's four. He was telling me about her..."
"That's not the point!"
"What is the point?"
"The point is that it shouldn't matter if we take them somewhere non-educational because there's no way that they would learn anything anyway!"
"How do you know that?"
"Oh, okay, so are you trying to side with him?" Legolas nodded towards Elrond, who looked up from his map, a mildly amused expression on his face.
"I never said that!" Gandalf said indignantly.
"Well you're acting like you are!"
"I am not!"
"Then what is the whole deal with the 'It might be educational' thing?"
"What?"
"You know what, I'm just about to-" He was cut off abruptly when a rather small, blonde, screaming thing crashed into him and wrapped it's arms around his leg.
"What is that?"
Legolas picked the thing up and placed it in his lap. "Onna? What's wrong?"
Gimli entered the scene, huffing and puffing. "Legolas, I don't think I can handle things. All of the girls are freaking out and I can't get them to shut up!"
"Okay...um, you guys figure out where we're going, okay? I'm gonna go try to help Gimli."
"Okay, bye..." Elrond and Gandalf watched Legolas and Gimli walk off. "Oh, Legolas! Take her with you!" Gandalf added, indicating the baby who had seemed to take a liking to him.
"Alright, so anyway, let's see..." Elrond returned to his map. "Hmm...oh! Here's an option! Oh, no, that won't work. Too many rivers to cross...okay, so maybe if we go around here...but no, that's not EDUCATIONAL enough." He continued in this manner for several minutes.
Gandalf yawned and closed his eyes. He leaned back and crossed his legs, soaking in the sunshine, and managing to keep the three remaining babies at his side at the same time.
"No...well, maybe if you...no, but that STILL wouldn't work...OH! I GOT IT!"
"What? What? Where?" Gandalf snapped out of his daydreaming, and stared at Elrond's map.
"You're going to FANGORN!"
Gandalf nearly jumped out of his skin. "NO!"
"YES! See, here's the route you'll take. Just follow the Misty Mountains south, and then you can cross over them at the-"
"Whoa, hold up. CROSS OVER the Misty Mountains with 164 children in strollers? Anyway, we ARE NOT going to Fangorn."
"Um, yes you are. And anyway, I guess you could go through Moria if you don't want to go over the mountains. Actually, that's a really good idea. You're going through Moria!"
"NO! Elrond-"
"Okay, so let's see, it'll probably take you..."
"Elrond, listen to me!"
"I'm gonna say about nine or ten days to get there, and nine or ten days to get back so that'll leave you about...one day to tour Fangorn. That's PERFECT!" He jumped onto his feet. "I'm going to go tell everyone else!"
"No, Elrond! We are NOT going to Fangorn! Or Moria! Or anything like that...ELROND, ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?" Gandalf gathered the babies into his arms and began chasing after Elrond.
"Gandalf!"
Gandalf felt his eye beginning to twitch. "What is it, Peregrin Took?"
"Are we really going to Fangorn?"
"Not if I can help it..." he said darkly.
"Why not? I liked Fangorn!"
"THEN YOU CAN BLOODY WELL GO TO FANGORN FOR ALL I CARE! JUST GET AWAY FROM ME!"
Pippin recoiled in fear. "Yes sir..."
"Now, if you'll take these babies, I'm going to go find Elrond." Gandalf set the babies in the cart next to Pippin and hurried after Elrond.
"Good luck..." Pippin lifted up one of the smaller babies and twisted her forearm around so he could read her name. "Lhendsell, did you know that we're going to visit the trees?"
A/N: Okay, there's the chapter. Just so you know, I haven't written the rest of this yet, so I'll take suggestions now. I'm just writing as I go, so I have no idea when the next chapter will be up. Hopefully sometime soon, but spring break is almost over (sob) so I may not have as much time to write. We'll see!
The next morning came soon. Too soon. The previous day had been an adventure in itself, but nothing compared to what the fellowship was about to face, and they knew it too.
Gandalf was sitting in front of the childcare center with Aragorn, watching elves bring in stroller after stroller, horse after horse, carton after carton of baby formula. "That Elrond...I just can't believe he's actually going to do this!"
"I'm right there with you! It's just impossible!" Aragorn did some quick calculations in his head. "How in the world does he expect eight of us to keep track of 154 children--"
"Actually, it's 164," Gandalf corrected, "but continue."
"Whatever, 164 children, all of whom are under the age of five, for two weeks?"
"Actually, I've just spoken with him. It will be three weeks." Gandalf said darkly.
"No!" breathed Aragorn. "You have got to be lying to me!"
"A wizard never lies."
Aragorn closed his eyes and began to massage his temples. "Okay, well, have you figured out where we're going to go yet?"
"Not yet, but Elrond said he'll go over some stuff with me today. Hopefully we'll be able to work out some sort of plan."
"Okay..." Out of the corner of his eye, Aragorn noticed that children had started arriving, two in particular that he was not at all happy to see. "Well, some of my class is here, so I'm going to go get them ready to roll." Aragorn stood up, rather reluctantly, and made his way towards Kurus and Umiell.
"Aragorn!"
Aragorn turned around to see Legolas standing with about six little girls crawling all over him, and their "parents" standing behind him, each holding a humongous, brightly colored diaper bag with the child's name across the front (some of the parents didn't really know what the name was, so they just wrote "Anonymous Child" across the front).
"Where do they put all this stuff?"
"Um...I guess just put them in the carts." He gestured towards the four horse-drawn carts stationed in the middle of the road.
"Okay, thanks." Legolas pried the little girls off of him and turned to the parents.
One of the women stepped forward. "You know what, I really have to go." She handed him a big plastic yellow bag that said IDRA in big plastic red letters. "There's some soap, shampoo, conditioner, and conditioning spray in there. Make sure you wash and condition her hair every night. There's also some extra clothes, a list of her allergies, and some general directions on how to take care of her. Have fun!" She turned around to leave.
"Wait, which one is she?"
The woman rolled her eyes, and then pulled one of the children off of Legolas' leg and handed her to him. "This one!" she said, and then left.
The rest of the parents closed in around Legolas trying to get out of there as quickly as possible. "Okay, stop! Now, does anybody have a magic marker?"
"...um, I have a permanent marker..." one of the parents held a red sharpie out.
"Even better. Can I borrow this?"
"Sure...I have some other colors too." He reached into his pocket and produced a blue, a black, and a green marker.
"Thanks so much!" said Legolas, swiping them from his hand. He then set down the girl he was holding, took hold of her wrist, and printed 'Idra' neatly on her forearm.
Legolas' idea proved to be a good one. The fellowship worked out a way to slightly keep track of the children by writing their names on their arms in different color markers. The babies were green, one-year-olds red, two-year-olds black, and three-year-olds blue. In the case of an anonymous child, they would write 'AC#1' and so on in the appropriate color, and then write the same number on the anonymous child's bag. Legolas was so proud of himself for coming up with such a great idea.
Poor Pippin stood next to Gandalf rather unhappily. He had been given the task of writing each child's name on their arm as they arrived, and it always made them start crying. But then again, Gandalf was the one who had to lift them all up and set them in strollers, and Pippin seriously doubted he could do that.
Yet another smiling couple (very likely they were smiling because they were getting rid of their children for three weeks) walked up to him holding a baby. "This is Thalion, T-H-A-L-I-O-N." the woman said pleasantly. She held the baby out to Pippin who wrote his name on his arm. Surprisingly, the baby did not start crying, and the parents moved on to Gandalf.
"We're so excited! This is his first field trip ever!" said the father.
"Mmm." Gandalf replied, not at all interested.
The mother spoke up. "We were kind of worried at first, you know, seeing as he'll be out in the wilderness for three weeks, but we trust you so much because you're a wizard..." She handed him the baby's bag. "You should find everything you need in there. Remember, wash and condition his hair at least once a day! And no blow drying or straightening irons either. Also, if you could give him a deep conditioning treatment at least once a week, that would be great. Make sure you get all the conditioner out though or else his hair will-"
"You know what, I have forty-one babies to protect from things like wargs and balrogs, so he just might not get all of the hair care he normally does! You're just going to have to deal with it!" Gandalf snatched the baby from his mothers arms and smushed him into a stroller. "NEXT!"
Pippin sent the next baby to Gandalf, and leaned in to whisper to him. "Um, Gandalf, how are we going to get all of these babies there? They can't walk!"
"I suppose we'll just tie a bunch of strollers together and push them."
"Mmm...okay." Pippin labeled anonymous child number five, and then turned to look at the strollers that Elrond had given them. There were six of them, and each one held six babies. Pippin seriously doubted he could push even one of them. "Um, Gandalf, there's one slight problem."
"What is it?"
"There's only thirty-six seats in the strollers, and we have forty-one babies."
Gandalf fought hard to keep himself composed and relaxed. "That's okay. We will just...um, well, we can attach the strollers to, um, a horse, and then we can each ride a horse-"
"Gandalf, I'm way too small to ride horses."
Gandalf took a deep breath, and then began to speak, slowly and deliberately. "Okay, well, you'll ride in the cart with all of our supplies and you can take a few babies with you, and I'll take the ones that are left."
"Alright." Pippin nodded and turned back to his work.
"NO! DADDY! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Pippin jumped and looked up, accidentally smearing the ink on anonymous child number six's arm.
"Shh...Selda, it's okay. Mr. Merry is coming right back!"
Pippin nearly laughed out loud as his gaze fell on Sam who was struggling to get a screaming two-year-old into a stroller.
"DADDY!" She squirmed out of his grasp and threw herself onto the leg of a retreating elf.
He pulled her off and picked her up. "Dude, let's just get this straight. I am NOT your daddy, okay? I was just being nice and picked you up from day care yesterday! Okay, so go and hang out with the short guy now!" He set her down and gave her a gentle nudge towards Sam.
"NO!" she threw herself on the ground and began to throw a temper tantrum. "NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!"
"Where is Merry?" Sam wondered out loud.
"I'm right here! Listen, I've just been talking with Lord Elrond. We only have twelve horses, and four of them are-"
"Okay, Merry, that's really good, but could you get her to shut up please?"
"Having a bit of a crisis?" Elrond glided up to Sam.
"Oh no, we're just fine." Sam said through clenched teeth.
"Good, good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to talk to Gandalf and Legolas, do you know where they are?"
"Gandalf is with the babies and Legolas is with the one-year-olds."
"Lovely." Elrond swept on, surveying the rather frenzied situation that the fellowship was in at the moment. 'Oh well, they'll figure something out. Meanwhile, I have much more important things on my mind.' He stopped in front of the one-year-old cart. "Legolas, come with me. We need to do some last minute planning."
"Okay..." Legolas turned to Gimli. "Gimli, can you handle things here for a few minutes?"
"You betcha!" Gimli proceeded to write the words 'Gandalf Junior' in loopy cursive handwriting on his baby's arm, dotting the 'i' with a heart. "Ooh, how pretty!" He patted himself on the back.
"Okay, um, I'm gonna go now." Legolas walked off to join Elrond and Gandalf (senior) who were sitting on the steps in front of the childcare center.
"Good, you've joined us!" said Elrond. "We are currently discussing the route that you will need to take to get, well, wherever you're going."
"Yeah, um, where are we going?" asked Gandalf. For the first time, Legolas noticed that he was holding four babies in his lap at once. One of the girls wriggled out of Gandalf's grip, crawled up to Legolas, and laid her head in his lap.
"Brennil, get back here!" Gandalf reached over and tried to drag her back onto his lap, but she let out an ear-piercing shriek.
"Erm, Gandalf..." Elrond took his hands off his ears. "Why don't you just let her stay there while we discuss this."
"That might be a good idea."
"Okay, well, let's begin!" Elrond pulled out a large map of Middle Earth. "Well, we don't want you to stray too far from Rivendell, but then again, we don't want you right on the border, so I'd say...hmm..."
Legolas spoke up. "You know, we could just take them, say, a couple of miles from here and sort of...survive...or whatever..."
Elrond and Gandalf stared at him blankly.
"I really need to start thinking before I say things."
"Well, that might actually be a good idea." Gandalf cleared his throat. "It would limit the amount of traveling, which would definitely be a plus, and it would reduce our chances of losing someone."
"And also be entirely non-educational. No, that won't work at all." Elrond turned his attention back to his map.
"Why in the world does it have to be educational? None of these kids are older than three! They won't learn anything anyway!"
Gandalf cut in. "Actually, Legolas, Aragorn has one in his group that's four. He was telling me about her..."
"That's not the point!"
"What is the point?"
"The point is that it shouldn't matter if we take them somewhere non-educational because there's no way that they would learn anything anyway!"
"How do you know that?"
"Oh, okay, so are you trying to side with him?" Legolas nodded towards Elrond, who looked up from his map, a mildly amused expression on his face.
"I never said that!" Gandalf said indignantly.
"Well you're acting like you are!"
"I am not!"
"Then what is the whole deal with the 'It might be educational' thing?"
"What?"
"You know what, I'm just about to-" He was cut off abruptly when a rather small, blonde, screaming thing crashed into him and wrapped it's arms around his leg.
"What is that?"
Legolas picked the thing up and placed it in his lap. "Onna? What's wrong?"
Gimli entered the scene, huffing and puffing. "Legolas, I don't think I can handle things. All of the girls are freaking out and I can't get them to shut up!"
"Okay...um, you guys figure out where we're going, okay? I'm gonna go try to help Gimli."
"Okay, bye..." Elrond and Gandalf watched Legolas and Gimli walk off. "Oh, Legolas! Take her with you!" Gandalf added, indicating the baby who had seemed to take a liking to him.
"Alright, so anyway, let's see..." Elrond returned to his map. "Hmm...oh! Here's an option! Oh, no, that won't work. Too many rivers to cross...okay, so maybe if we go around here...but no, that's not EDUCATIONAL enough." He continued in this manner for several minutes.
Gandalf yawned and closed his eyes. He leaned back and crossed his legs, soaking in the sunshine, and managing to keep the three remaining babies at his side at the same time.
"No...well, maybe if you...no, but that STILL wouldn't work...OH! I GOT IT!"
"What? What? Where?" Gandalf snapped out of his daydreaming, and stared at Elrond's map.
"You're going to FANGORN!"
Gandalf nearly jumped out of his skin. "NO!"
"YES! See, here's the route you'll take. Just follow the Misty Mountains south, and then you can cross over them at the-"
"Whoa, hold up. CROSS OVER the Misty Mountains with 164 children in strollers? Anyway, we ARE NOT going to Fangorn."
"Um, yes you are. And anyway, I guess you could go through Moria if you don't want to go over the mountains. Actually, that's a really good idea. You're going through Moria!"
"NO! Elrond-"
"Okay, so let's see, it'll probably take you..."
"Elrond, listen to me!"
"I'm gonna say about nine or ten days to get there, and nine or ten days to get back so that'll leave you about...one day to tour Fangorn. That's PERFECT!" He jumped onto his feet. "I'm going to go tell everyone else!"
"No, Elrond! We are NOT going to Fangorn! Or Moria! Or anything like that...ELROND, ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?" Gandalf gathered the babies into his arms and began chasing after Elrond.
"Gandalf!"
Gandalf felt his eye beginning to twitch. "What is it, Peregrin Took?"
"Are we really going to Fangorn?"
"Not if I can help it..." he said darkly.
"Why not? I liked Fangorn!"
"THEN YOU CAN BLOODY WELL GO TO FANGORN FOR ALL I CARE! JUST GET AWAY FROM ME!"
Pippin recoiled in fear. "Yes sir..."
"Now, if you'll take these babies, I'm going to go find Elrond." Gandalf set the babies in the cart next to Pippin and hurried after Elrond.
"Good luck..." Pippin lifted up one of the smaller babies and twisted her forearm around so he could read her name. "Lhendsell, did you know that we're going to visit the trees?"
A/N: Okay, there's the chapter. Just so you know, I haven't written the rest of this yet, so I'll take suggestions now. I'm just writing as I go, so I have no idea when the next chapter will be up. Hopefully sometime soon, but spring break is almost over (sob) so I may not have as much time to write. We'll see!