NOTE: 2nd chapter! This might go a little slower than my Yours Forever fic because I have to summon up my funny genes. And what I have observed from real life is that when I try to be funny, I end up just being retarded and not so very funny, but when I'm trying to say something serious, my friends all think it's hilarious. Pretty insulting, sometimes. But oh well. So yes for this story it has to be funny so here we go.

TO ALL WHO REVIEWED: Thanks! Yay some people think I'm funny. =0)

TO VICKI: Hey, you better read this because you were the one who asked for more! Hahahaha… didn't know I was so obedient, did you?

AND OH YEAH BY THE WAY: I watched RotK! It's soooooooo good I loved it loved it loved it. Peter Jackson is a genius! Yahoo!

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Kathy got into her car, and made a beeline to her best friend's house. Natalie was a complete Lord of the Rings junkie, much more obsessed than Kathy, and so she was hoping that Nat would have a better idea as to what to do. She groaned. God, she really needed coffee. Thinking of the little wretch locked in her house, she groaned again. Why Gollum/Sméagol, of all the Lord-of-the-Ringees*? Why couldn't it have been Legolas? That would be lovely, wouldn't it? Yeah. Then she could marry him and live with him forever and have lots of kids and it would be perfect, but nooooo she just couldn't have the goodies, could she? She just had to have the looniest guy in the whole trilogy. Just her luck.

A lot of hammering was required before Nat would open the door. The best friend stood in her pyjamas, still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes (and trying to get the hangover out of her head). "What is it, Kathy? It's bloody seven-thirty in the morning. God, my head," she grumbled.

"Yes it is bloody seven-thirty, and there is a Lord-of-the-Ringee (A/N: This is what Kathy calls a LotR character.) in my house! Two, actually, depending on how you look at it."

Nat snorted. "Yeah, right, Kath. It's not the 1st of April yet, you know. And I wasn't born yesterday, you know."

"Well it was your birthday yesterday, so technically you were kind of born yesterday," Kathy couldn't help pointing out. "And I told you not to drink that much. Anyway. It's an emergency, and you had better come over to my place. You definitely will want to see this."

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The house was incredibly quiet when the two girls entered. Nat stifled a yawn, hoping that Kath wasn't trying to play a prank on her or anything. Her head throbbed and she really started to regret drinking so much. Kath had been right, as usual. Why did she never listen to Kathy? She should have. Kathy always had the best advice in the end. And as usual, she had ignored her friend last night. And now she was paying for it.

All this thinking was beginning to make her depressed, and she had to fight the urge to sit down and drown her sorrows in more alcohol.

"Wait here," Kathy said. "I'll go and check around the house, find the guy."

Nat nodded, too preoccupied with her awful hangover to care about where her friend went. Oh yes this was a biggie hangover. A big one. Oh, oh yes it was. Ooooh. Not. Good.

She sat down on the floor, leaning against the door, waiting for Kathy to come back from wherever she went. But that was a very bad idea, because she began to drift off to sleep, which made the scream that came a shock and a pain (for her throbbing head), instead of just a pain (if she had just stood there).

"AHHHHHHH!!! MY FISH TANK!"

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Kathy stared dismally at her fish tank, once so full of nice, small colourful fishes. Now it was painfully bare, with even the fake corals wrenched out. Half the water was spilled on the floor and on the couch. Oh yes the living room was a real mess. But her fish! Not a single one left. She had to bite her tongue to keep from cursing.

Nat entered the living room. "What happened here?" she asked, holding her head. "Oh I need aspirin."

"Sméagol found himself a sushi bar," Kathy said glumly. "And I guess you better take that aspirin. I need all your wits to help me here. Just go and take it from my bathroom."

Nat nodded (or tried to, anyway, she wasn't exactly comfy with moving her head to much yet), and went clomping up to the bathroom to find the much-needed aspirin. Kathy sighed and went to get her mop. What a pity over her lovely fish. She had loved them, loved them, given them as much TLC as you could give to tiny 5 cm long fishes. "Poor little fishies…"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

That scream was not as loud as the first scream, but it was enough to render the neighbour's dog deaf for the rest of its miserable life.

"What now?" Kathy groaned and began to troop up the stairs to the bathroom where her friend was gaping in horror at Sméagol, who was squatting/sitting/whatever on the toilet bowl, gaping back in horror at her friend.

"Oh. My. God. What is he doing here?" Nat had totally forgotten about the aspirin now, she had been totally shaken awake by the shock of seeing Sméagol. (A/N: I actually don't know about being shocked out of a hangover, but then none of you have ever been shocked out from a hangover by seeing a Middle Earth creature, have you? So no one has the right to contradict me, muahahaha…)

"AAAAHHH!!! Another ones! Another ones, precious!" Sméagol (or Gollum?) wailed. Then he shook himself and came running up to Kathy. "Have you founds it? Have you founds the precious? Give its to us!" He opened his already big eyes ever wider, which scared Kathy no end.

"No, I haven't found the Ring yet. And I want to know why you ate all my fish!" Kathy's tone might have been harder than she had meant it to be (which was already pretty hard), but it was because she wanted to make sure that Sméagol did not know that he was scaring her witless.

She must have been scaring Sméagol too, because a pathetic look came over his face (where else can a look come over?), and he backed away from her. Big, fat tears came to his eyes, and he began to cry like a little baby. Actually, he alternated between crying (which Kathy supposed was the Sméagol side) and complaining (Gollum, no doubt, the spoilt brat). "We are famished, yes yes we are! And there were fishes, so juicy sweet! But small! Such small fishes! We are hungry, precious, we are starving!"

"Shucks. Couldn't he at least have had some food before he came crashing down into Earth?" Kathy was beginning to feel like backing into a corner and crying as well.

"Come on, Kath. You know he couldn't. The guy was in Mordor, for goodness sake! Give him a break, girl!" Nat said, totally cured of her hangover now, and extremely excited over meeting a Lord of the Ringee.

The next thing she knew, Nat was standing outside in Kathy's backyard, holding Sméagol's hand, and both were pounding on the locked door.

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NOTE: What did you think of this chapter? I didn't think it was that funny. Maybe I shouldn't try to be funny. Hmmm…