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Pippin took a running jump onto the bed. After thirteen tries to get on with the others, the young Hobbit tried to use his arms up.
"Pippin," laughed Dimgwrthien, "it's only about three to four feet tall."
"Not to me," grumbled the Hobbit.
Inside of Dimgwrthien's room at the flat was Legolas, Pippin, Merry, Aragorn, and Dimgwrthien. The room was decorates with a blue paint, snowflakes that looked real dotting the walls, and on the bed was green and blue sheets with snowboarder pillows. A rug was in the center of the large room, a thinly striped one of different shades of blue and gray. A Japanese type light was near the bed, and a desk, oak, placed off to the other side of the room. The actual carpet was red, and in the center of the room was a circle of chairs around a little table. Now on the table was a pile of tarot cards Dimgwrthien liked to mess with.
Merry pulled his Hobbit friend up onto the bed. Legolas was draped over the chair next to the table, lounging back. He was dressed in jeans and a white tee shirt that said, 'He who laughs last, thinks slowest' on it in black.
Aragorn was seated on the desk, wearing the same pants he always wore as a Ranger and a brown tee shirt.
Merry and Pippin were trying to sit on the water bed, Merry with green on and Pippin with yellow coats on. Dimgwrthien was seated next to them, dressed in green jeans and a brown tank top. Her air was braided, as Legolas's hair was, like he wore during the quest.
They were currently residing in Rivendell, or at least where Rivendell was. Basically all the Elves left for the Havens, save Elladan, Elrohir, Dimgwrthien, Legolas, and Elrond. Though, the Elven Lord was considering leaving soon.
Walking into the room were two young men. The first one, who wore his dark hair back and had on khaki shorts and a sweater of gray, looked around at them all. The second, who wore the same but red instead of gray sat down on another of the chairs.

"Hey," Elladan spoke up, "it's Winter. Why are you wearing that?"
"Elves don't fell the cold, silly," Dimgwrthien laughed.
"Can't we pretend we're normal?"
"Elves aren't normal?" another voice piped up. A man with short raven colored hair had come in. He wore sun glasses and a suit, but was in the middle of taking off the jacket. "I never knew..." It was Elrond.
"Adar..." Elladan sighed, looking at his father dressed as Agent Smith. "Why did you audition in the first place?"
"I was born an actor," Elrond replied smugly. "I would rather stay at Rivendell as Lord of Imadris, but... most of the Elves are gone...." He grabbed one of the lembas that the Elves were trying to make and took a bite, leaving the room.
Legolas looked out as he left. "Middle Earth has changed," he muttered, picking up a controller attacked to a game box. "Who wants to challenge me to a game of Resident Evil?"
"You like that game?" Dimgwrthien raised her eyebrows at the violent game in his hand that he was about to insert.
"Yeah. They look like Uruks." Aragorn got down and sat on the second chair, picking up a controller.
"Boys..." the Elven girl muttered, getting an angry look from Aragorn and the twins. Legolas was busy setting up the game.
"I claim the dude!" Legolas called happily, using Aragorn's absence of mind to claim the male from the game. Aragorn grumbled and clicked the start button on the girl. The loud noises erupted from the game until deep in the night.

Merry and Pippin, our infamous Hobbits, sped into the room. They were both still wearing pajamas (they didn't get drunk... well Pippin had a little though.), and a little sleepy.
"You're up late," Dimgwrthien noted without a change in tone. Pippin yawned and Merry nodded. Both were wearing blue and yellow shirts with pants. They looked about the room, searching for something. Dimgwrthien was in a long sweater and shorts, and Elrohir in boxers and a shirt. When the two mischievous Hobbits saw breakfast, they ran over to it and started serving themselves.
"Weirdos," muttered Elrohir as Elladan walked out. Elladan was dressed in the same as his brother, making it hard to tell who was who.
Another yawn. "You guys woke me up," muttered Estel. "Lucky Legolas is still asleep." He paused for a second. "Is he asleep?" All he got in response were a few shrugs. "Everyone else is coming over later today."
"Lazy bum," Dimgwrthien spoke up to him. "You could have said that earlier. When did you find out." By now, the Elven Maiden was cleaning up and talking.
"Three days ago," muttered Aragorn sheepishly. Dimgwrthien sighed.
"Everyone, get cleaned up," she ordered. No one moved.
"Why can you order us around?" Elladan asked her.
"I'm older than you, and if I had to take care of you years ago, I still have to now." They sighed and gave in, going to the showers.
"Morni-" a bright voice came into the room. "Where is everyone?"
"Legolas, you silly Elf. You woke late."
"So?" questioned the Prince.
"The rest are coming later. Get washed up or something."
"Fine," Legolas replied smoothly. He never did argue with her. It was Dimgwrthien's way or the highway here. If it were the men's way, everything would be... let's not continue that thought.
When everyone had left the room, Dimgwrthien finished off with cleaning. Smiling, she headed off to her own room.

'Ding-Dong!' the door bell sounded throughout the house. Legolas answered it, letting in a Wizard, two Hobbits, and a Dwarf. "Hey," Legolas greeted them all in turn. "Long time no see."
Merry and Pippin skidded into the room when they heard the bell, crashing into a wall.
"Hey!" they both happily cried to them all. As Legolas tried to close the door, a few hands pushed back.
"Don't forget us! Or have you?" asked a loud voice that could only be-

"Haldir!" Aragorn hugged the Elf, with both arms, making Haldir choke a few times.
"Let go!" he commanded through the grip. Aragorn reluctantly let go, and the rest of the people came in. Rumil and Orophin, Haldir's brothers, walked in first smiling at everyone. The three were dressed in green, tan, and blue with a hint of silver, each a different color. Erestor, Glorfindel, and Lindir followed. They each paused to hug someone, and Dimgwrthien pecked them on the cheek with a kiss as a greeting. As they walked passed her, Erestor had to walk back to the door. When he opened it, Elrond was, of course, dressed as Agent Smith again, and trying to find his keys. When he saw his chief advisor, he blushed and walked in, pride gone.
As everyone was still greeting each other, someone -Rumil was it? No one saw except Elladan and Elrohir- complimented them on matching clothes. Elrohir ran to the bathroom and flipped his shirt inside out so that it was maroon and green rather than a red polo shirt.
Pippin, Merry, Sam, and Frodo were talking very quickly to each other about mushrooms, Pippin was, of course, leading it. Everyone else was grouped around talking.
"And then this morning I was looking at this site on my comput-" Haldir's story was cut short as the Hobbits let out gales of laughter. Something about mushrooms must be funny, Orophin thought. Haldir sighed at them and continued.
"Anyway... I saw this one site there that ha-"Another gale of laughter fell from the Hobbits, so Haldir stopped and angrily bit into a chip.
"So," Elrond continued his long talk with everyone (though everyone was starting to fall asleep from his talks), "I was thinking about having a Christmas party this week. Possibly Saturday, when we're all free." A mumble and grumble from here and there answered.
"I'll come!" Haldir responded instantly. He was jumping in his chair and looked excited.
"Good. The time is set for..." Elrond looked at his watch, "five o' clock December 24. It'll be like a sleepover that night!" Elladan and Elrohir let out twin groans at their father.

When December 24 rolled by, the group was putting up decorations. Merry and Pippin decorated the tree that Elladan and Elrohir set up.
"Um.... I should do that," Legolas whispered to the Hobbits. He took most of the ornament from the box and put them at the upper half of the tree. Before, only the bottom three feet or so were decorated. When golden streamers and silver baubles were up on the evergreen, everyone helped take out classic ornaments from years ago and put them up. Wreaths were about, and everything shared a festive look.
Legolas sat at a table in his room, addressing cards to everyone. On some cards, he added to be at the party, sharp. He sung for hours, played with the Hobbits, and joined everyone, but this mood didn't last long.
Two hours before the party, a letter came from Haldir. It was short inside of a card with a wreath blending into a picture of Santa and a sled. "I'm sorry," it read, "but I'm Jewish." When the blonde Elf read this, he fell off his chair.
"And he was the one who agreed to come!" sputtered the angry Elf as Pippin tried to get him to sit. Legolas was still fuming as the party started, but acted as calm as possible as everyone came.

"Hey!" a muffled yell came through the door as the last guest entered. "You forgot me!" Dimgwrthien reopened the door as Haldir tumbled in, a scarf covering most of his face. "The roads are clear, and Haldir O' Lorien is here!"
"You dolt," Dimgwrthien cut Legolas's yell off. "We know the roads are clear. And your making Legolas scream more, which is not good for our ears. Haldir mumbled something, took off his coat and scarf, and took a seat in the living room as everyone else did. Merry, Frodo, Sam, Aragorn, and Pippin held Legolas back from killing Haldir.

Later that night, candles were lit, dinner was cleaned up, and the tree was decorated. Presents overfilled the bottom, and, of course, the Hobbits were trying to redecorate everything. They say it wasn't 'Hobbitish' enough. Many rolled eyes went around then.
"Fine!" Dimgwrthien gave in twenty minutes later when the Hobbits begged to open gifts. "Everyone can open one tonight!" Everyone immediately ran to the tree and looked at tags for names. "Just don't mess up the decorations!" And the decorations were sent off the tree in a frienze. Gifts moved all over. Finally, everyone leaned back on a chair or the floor with the gifts.
"Youngest to oldest!" Pippin yelled out. "I go first!"
"There's one problem with that," Legolas piped up. "The Elves may not know our ages." The Elves nodded in a agreement.
"Fine," Pippin gave in. "Let's just go randomly. Can I go first?" Merry pouted while Elrond nodded.
Excitedly, Pippin looked at the tag. "To Fool of a Took, From Gandalf." He grinned at the Wizard, who chuckled then opened the gift. It was... a very, very, very, very large basket of mushrooms. And when we say large, we mean large.
"Mushrooms!" All the Hobbits yelled at once and stared at the basket. Pippin happily popped one in his mouth, as when the other Hobbits advanced, he threw one at each and ran to safety at the other end of the room.
"Me next!" Merry called, grabbing a gift in his lap. "To Merry, From Frodo." He opened it and pulled out a thick book on ale. He smiled and hugged the book possessively and thank Frodo while opening it to read a page or two.
Sam got up and got two presents, one for himself and one for Frodo. He nodded for Frodo to open his. "To Frodo, From Haldir." He opened it to find a draidel (how do you spell it?) and a pretty golden ring. The ring had red ruins on it.
"Merry Chri-" Haldir got out before Frodo screamed. "What?! Did I do something wrong?" Frodo ran out of the room and locked himself in the bathroom.
And, somewhere far, far away, the MAD publishers were drawing up a parody of Lord of the Rings. Not that that is important.

Well, I found parts of the first three chapters in my head, and stung them together, so some of this may be familiar.