Mel: DOOT DOOOT DOOO! Hey look I'm Elwood! Hey readers! Wow that sounded
really corny, anyway, Sorry for the wait but here it is Chappy...6, I think
ah well it doesn't matter you're gonna read this anyways! Oi Nes, I just
watched the behind the scenes of your Dom's very impassioned scream of
anguish whilst filming Boromir's death. I swear I laugh till I cry every
single time, I mean you have to think its funny he's just staring shell
shocked in that cute (yes I said cute) little hobbit way of his...then he
just screams NOOOOOO and continues to stand there like a bloody idiot again
(no offense). Tis a hoot and will continue to be one love. I admire Dominic
as much as the next girl...save you cause then I'd be scared, but that's
about as funny as the 'a diversion' scene.
Ness- Aye love, t'was too hilarious, almost as good as the Diversion scene. He just stands there with your kind of blank look when we ask you which way is north and yells NOO..::blink:: it's too good! The music is all non-existent so it makes it even better... Love, if only your tangents were 20 miles off...
Mel- Eek look how far off topic I am...that's got to be 20 miles, whoa question...would the people of Middle Earth use miles...that's a standard measurement...surely they wouldn't use that...ahh well. I'm off topic yet again and you're prolly getting bored with me. However, I did get to see Kiwi (Craig Parker) on Xena last Wednesday. WOOT! Ok I'm done, because if I don't I'll never shut up. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: We own nothing. All characters places and noodles came from the mind of The Great and Ever-Brilliant Tolkien whom we should all worship... And Peter Jackson too, that dude deserves a big hug. Big Bear hug! I'd also like to take this time to tell you all I'd like to be Under the Sea In an octopus's garden In the shade He'd let us in, knows where we've been...In his octopus's garden in the shade!
No elves were harmed in the making of this fic:
Ness: ::sits in the corner growling and winking at random elves whilst carving a badger out of the lembas bread:: Err- Yea No ickle elfies got hurt... Unless Mel got a hold of them. O' the poor dears, if she did... Such great creatures don't deserve such torture, not even Leggy. For once sarcasm isn't seeping from my lips... Poor dears...::continues growling::
Mel: ::sneaking around the corner with chains dressed as a giant tree::
**
The sun rose, giving sight to the troupe of travelers climbing the rocky terrain. For the first time since their quest began the Twelve Walkers were all silent. The reason behind this miracle was the lecture that Gandalf had previously given the girls.
"I brought the three of you along as an asset to the fellowship, together the three of you wield a power that is a force to be reckoned with, however I will speak no more of that until I believe you are ready to handle it. The foolish actions you three have been executing are no doubt amusing, but they are also distracting and we cannot afford to be sidetracked at this perilous time. If you three cannot control your behavior, when we arrive in Lothlorien you must all stay behind."
As the old wizard was saying this, the twinkle in his eye was lying dormant and there was a look of disappointment etched on his face. (A/Ness- Gandy! You just gotta believe!)
**
The little folk, discluding Gimli, shuffled along behind looking sullen. Gimli himself was bragging to Legolas about the triumphs of the Dwarves, while the Elf tried to think of an inconspicuous way to throw him off one of the neighboring cliffs. The two men on the quest were quietly talking about nothing in particular, and the two blondes had an almost-thinking look on their faces. (A/Mel- grrr you watch it Nessa! Lol just kidding luv! Luth- ::tries to think of something clever to say, but can't think:: ... go figure) Liz hummed a nameless tune and Gandalf as always, was brooding.
"Psst! Psst! Liz! Sammie! I gots an idea!" Mandi whispered frantically. (A/Ness- * random snortle* Luth- ...Still can't think of anything to say, so I'm forced to resort to death glares)
"Oooh, Leggie in whipped cream? I had that one too...Do they have whipped cream in Middle Earth?" Sam asked
"I'm starting to think you both have problems..." Liz said with a long- suffering sigh.
"Gah! Listen to me, we're in the dog house right?' With their agreement she went on, "We should have a sort of appreciate the fellowship night!"
"Yeah!" Sam said, catching onto the idea, "We can have poems and songs in their honor and...we can make fruit salad! It's yummy! Fruit salad yummy yummy, fruit salad yummy yum- heeey! Can we have a piñata? A ring shaped one, for Frodo!"
"Listen Ms. Mushroom, where in the name of Sprinkles are we going to find a ring- shaped piñata?! Or the paper mache to make it?" Liz inquired, "Although, if you happen to come across a squirrel, we could make due. I could quash it and put yummies down its throat tube!"
"How do you plan to do that?" Mandi asked, perplexed.
"With my spear and magic hell-mit!"
"Your spear and magic helmet?"
"Yes. With my spear and magic hell-mit!"
"Sorry to interrupt Xena Warrior Princess, but perhaps we should get Merry and Pip in on our plans? I mean they've done about as much as us, maybe even more." Sam said.
"Aye," said Liz in agreement, "Aragorn isn't that happy with them, or me for that matter."
"I know what you mean," Mandi said miserably, "Leggy will barely talk to us!"
"That could just be because every time he opens his mouth he says something stupid," Liz mumbled, gaining herself a hurt "GAASP" from Mandi, and a hurting 'THWAP' from Sam.
"Oww..."
"Now, now Sam, violets are bad," Mandi said as she pulled the flyswatter away from the offended blonde.
"But she insulted my love! AGAIN!" Sam reasoned as she tried to get the flyswatter back from Mandi, who was holding it out of her reach.
"Quiet!" yelled an aggravated wizard, but the girls ignored him and kept bickering, until the reason for the quarrel took the flyswatter away and put it into his quiver. He gave the two a slight smile before returning to the front of the procession. (A/Mel- Luth I thank you for that so much. When I first read it I immediately got transported to my fantasies) Mandi and Sam looked at each other quickly and then followed after the sexy elf like ickle, bickle puppies following food (drool and all).
"Oy!" Liz exclaimed as she smacked her forehead, then rubbed it realizing all her exasperation had been let out onto a now forming goose egg. Merry and Pippin quickened their pace and walked alongside Liz.
"So," began the youngest (and cutest and most adorable Ness- AND SCOTTISH!!!) hobbit a.k.a. Pippin, "do you have anymore plans for fun?"
A flame sparked in Lizzie's eyes, but was soon gone when she remembered the scolding they had received earlier. "We aren't allowed to do anything else. Gandalf was threatening to leave us behind." She said with a pouty look.
"Nah, don't worry about that," Merry said cheerily, "Pip and I had similar threats from Strider all the time, before we even got to Rivendell. But, as you can see we're still here."
"Why? What did you guys do?" Liz wondered at what the mischievous hobbits did to torture the greasy ranger. "Nothing too terrible," said Pippin with a smile, "just throwing rocks at random things-"
"We hit Strider once-"
"Twice actually-"
"Oh yeah!"
"And I guess we might've been mocking him," Merry added, "But I don't know, would you call brandishing sticks about and claiming to be mighty rangers mocking?" (A/Luth- OMG! Power Rangers! ::hysterical laugh::...done. Mel- Kiwi was in power rangers lots of times...not that anybody cares... Luth- You're right, nobody cares... J/K! I'm sure somebody does... Ness- Kiwi in spandex?... mayhaps I shouldn't have mentioned that. Mel- WOOOT!)
"Haa! I think he's just upset about his lack of stubble build up lately," Sam interjected, joining the conversation while holding the flyswatter that she and Mandi retrieved from Leggy.
"Yeah, he only looks gruff, not Scrounge-N-Lounge-in-the-forest-like-a- manly-warrior gruff." Mandi laughed.
"We would be moving a lot faster if your breath was aimed at your gait instead of your inane babble." Aragorn reprimanded, putting an end to all of their speculations. (A/Luth- What the hell did all of that mean? O well...::goes back to being blonde, but didn't have to go very far::)
"Aye, my heart yearns with a ceaseless cry to be atop Hollin, the site of the ancient elven colony." (A/Mel- ok this is just a guess as to what the name is, I looked at the book and I am thinking that's where they are...please correct us if we're wrong!) Sir Leggings pined.
"Yeah, and my tummy yearns with ceaseless passion for some taters." Liz muttered ruefully, kicking dirt as she went.
And so the company grew silent, their main focus being to not lose their footing going up the mountain, or onto a certain nancely-experienced arse. The top was quiet...too quiet. T'was barren, lonely, a desolate flat with rocks, so many rocks, dirt and gnarled, tired-looking bushes.
"...and the trees and the grass do not now remember them. Only I hear the stones lament them-" the elf prince was telling the fellowship until Liz interrupted his narrative with continuous 'THWAPS' and started berating him.
"Fool! The ground remembers, deep, deep, in the cavernous depths it knows and always shall...who's hungry?"
This gained a cheery look from the remaining girls and the hobbits, that is, until Senior Rain on Their Dining Days said, "No, we must set up camp and then you may eat!"
"But m'dear Aragorn," Sam began what was evident to be a potential Great Granny Story a.k.a. a story which breaks off into other stories, which break off into more stories, that perpetuate into even more stories...you get the idea (A/Ness- you'd be shocked how often this happens in real life... Luth- Just look at her little, well, big sidetrack thing that she did in the beginning of this chappy.)
"A very grand man once said, my Granddaddy in fact, great man he was, huuuge beard! You should've seen him eat corn! Oh how it got stuck! It'd be in there for days on end, cause no one would tell him it was in there on account of it being positively hilarious. That's excluding the times Larry, the family ferret, wiggled his way up that tangled mat of fuzz to fetch the corn and other odds and ends that found their way up there. Once we found a bobber, you know those things fishermen use to see if fish are nibblin. Did
you know that fish don't blink? Neither do-"
"SAM!!" Multiple voices yelled.
"Yeees??"
"Your Granddaddy-poo? His famous food quote?" Mandi prompted.
"Aye! Always err-no-never, that's it 'Never drink right before going to bed or doing strenuous lifting... terrible mess"
"Sound advice from what I'm sure was a very wise man." Gandalf commented.
"Yeah he was really smart, although it must've deteriorated wi-" Sam started, but was cut off by Mandi.
"I knew it! You're the one who stole my Word of the Day calendar!" Sam looked scandalized,
"What, the one with the pretty flowers? I mean... Did not! I'm just naturally brilliant." She boasted. (A/Ness- Err was gonna say something but I treasure my life too much... sorta Luth- ::nearly uncontrollable laughter::)
"Uh huh," Liz said skeptically, "then why is it that you harassed the Keebler Company for 2 months, demanding that they give Legs-a-lot to you?"
"I had a hunch. Those elves looked mighty suspicious, hiding in their little trees, baking their cookies, and just what exactly was under those hats anyway?"
"I rest my case. Now finish your story."
"What story?"
"The one about how your Granddaddy kept losing his marbles, love."
"Marbles? Maybe he had a hole in his pocket. But enough with this talking, I was in the middle of a story. You know, sometimes you guys are so rude." Ignoring their disbelieving faces she continued. "As I was saying, my Granddaddy's smarts didn't last long with age, when he was about 95 he got sat on by a cow and broke his hip. Come on Aragorn, I thought we were supposed to set up camp! You can't just start slacking off like that, it doesn't set a good example."
Shocked by her accusation he replied, "Uhh right, of course. My friends, please make haste in setting up camp, the faster we do that, the more time you may have to eat and relax." Adding in the last part, knowing it would hasten the actions of the hobbits.
**
The girls approached Gandalf knowing that to go through with their plan they would need his approval. Liz was their elected spokesperson, as she had done the least to anger the wizard. Clearing her throat she began their carefully prepared speech.
"Ahem, my dearest Gandalf, my female companions and I would like to hold an appreciation night for you and the other fellowship members for succeeding in making us feel like shit- I mean to make up for our harmless pranks that were overreacted upon- I mean that you rightly punished us for..."
"This is the last time she's our spokesperson," Sam mumbled to Mandi.
"Yeah," she replied, "come on, let's save her from making a -complete- goober of herself. This calls for our most deadly weapon."
"Our dead accurate sense of reasoning?" Sam questioned.
"No! Our puppy eyes, you imbecile!"
**
"Gandy," Mandi said with assertiveness, "what this bloody toaster strudel is trying to ask you is, if you'd let us have an appreciation night for the fellowship. We feel really badly about what we did and we want to make up for it, pleeeease!"
At this, the blondes gave the wizard a double whammy of Puppy Power, and as history tends to repeat itself he cracked, like an egg against Boromir's head, minus that dull 'THUNK' noise.
"Well I suppose one night of relaxation would not hurt anything, it could also prove beneficial in lightening the spirits of the fellowship. You have my consent, and I will inform the others. When do you plan on this taking place?"
"Erm...tonight?" Liz suggested hopefully.
"I look forward to seeing what you girls have prepared."
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A/N: Mel- Well that's it I hope you enjoyed this chappy, the next one will be the party thing! Well please, please review with any comments at all, and any ideas you may have! We'd love to hear all of them! Reviewers will be thanked next chapter...yah know this story wouldn't have gotten up this week if it wasn't for my 4 day (and still going) migraine from hell, or Mordor respectively, I named it Kiwi ::glee::!
Ness- Sorry it was late, Our bee low-ved Mel was sooo sickitha my poor love. I'd also like to take THIS time to say Peaches come from a can and that they were put there by a man in a factory down town.
Luth- I feel special, and I just want to point out some things that I've noticed. ::ahem:: One) We make many many references to food Two) about thirty percent (very rough estimate, haha) of our fanfiction is author's notes and little comments from us Three) We don't talk very much about Frodo, you know, the main character in this story... Yea, I'm done now. Just felt like being special.
Mel- you are special Luth!! And I agree with all of your points...I dunno I just feel kind of bad picking on Mr. Frodo when he's got that matchbox car tire round his neck! He'll get his turn tho, we can always just hang him from a tree by his underwear...err...do hobbits wear underwear? Anyway, I wasn't sure if you wanted this note in the actual story or if it was just for our benefit, so in it went, my apologies if you didn't want it viewed love! But they are all valid points and they should be viewed! BE PROUD LUTHIEN! BE PROUD BE PROUD TO LOVE LEGGY TOO! All of you other fangirls STAND UP AND BE PROUD! ...ahem, I'm done now!
Elves and Spoons,
Melawen, Luthien, and Nessa
Ness- Aye love, t'was too hilarious, almost as good as the Diversion scene. He just stands there with your kind of blank look when we ask you which way is north and yells NOO..::blink:: it's too good! The music is all non-existent so it makes it even better... Love, if only your tangents were 20 miles off...
Mel- Eek look how far off topic I am...that's got to be 20 miles, whoa question...would the people of Middle Earth use miles...that's a standard measurement...surely they wouldn't use that...ahh well. I'm off topic yet again and you're prolly getting bored with me. However, I did get to see Kiwi (Craig Parker) on Xena last Wednesday. WOOT! Ok I'm done, because if I don't I'll never shut up. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: We own nothing. All characters places and noodles came from the mind of The Great and Ever-Brilliant Tolkien whom we should all worship... And Peter Jackson too, that dude deserves a big hug. Big Bear hug! I'd also like to take this time to tell you all I'd like to be Under the Sea In an octopus's garden In the shade He'd let us in, knows where we've been...In his octopus's garden in the shade!
No elves were harmed in the making of this fic:
Ness: ::sits in the corner growling and winking at random elves whilst carving a badger out of the lembas bread:: Err- Yea No ickle elfies got hurt... Unless Mel got a hold of them. O' the poor dears, if she did... Such great creatures don't deserve such torture, not even Leggy. For once sarcasm isn't seeping from my lips... Poor dears...::continues growling::
Mel: ::sneaking around the corner with chains dressed as a giant tree::
**
The sun rose, giving sight to the troupe of travelers climbing the rocky terrain. For the first time since their quest began the Twelve Walkers were all silent. The reason behind this miracle was the lecture that Gandalf had previously given the girls.
"I brought the three of you along as an asset to the fellowship, together the three of you wield a power that is a force to be reckoned with, however I will speak no more of that until I believe you are ready to handle it. The foolish actions you three have been executing are no doubt amusing, but they are also distracting and we cannot afford to be sidetracked at this perilous time. If you three cannot control your behavior, when we arrive in Lothlorien you must all stay behind."
As the old wizard was saying this, the twinkle in his eye was lying dormant and there was a look of disappointment etched on his face. (A/Ness- Gandy! You just gotta believe!)
**
The little folk, discluding Gimli, shuffled along behind looking sullen. Gimli himself was bragging to Legolas about the triumphs of the Dwarves, while the Elf tried to think of an inconspicuous way to throw him off one of the neighboring cliffs. The two men on the quest were quietly talking about nothing in particular, and the two blondes had an almost-thinking look on their faces. (A/Mel- grrr you watch it Nessa! Lol just kidding luv! Luth- ::tries to think of something clever to say, but can't think:: ... go figure) Liz hummed a nameless tune and Gandalf as always, was brooding.
"Psst! Psst! Liz! Sammie! I gots an idea!" Mandi whispered frantically. (A/Ness- * random snortle* Luth- ...Still can't think of anything to say, so I'm forced to resort to death glares)
"Oooh, Leggie in whipped cream? I had that one too...Do they have whipped cream in Middle Earth?" Sam asked
"I'm starting to think you both have problems..." Liz said with a long- suffering sigh.
"Gah! Listen to me, we're in the dog house right?' With their agreement she went on, "We should have a sort of appreciate the fellowship night!"
"Yeah!" Sam said, catching onto the idea, "We can have poems and songs in their honor and...we can make fruit salad! It's yummy! Fruit salad yummy yummy, fruit salad yummy yum- heeey! Can we have a piñata? A ring shaped one, for Frodo!"
"Listen Ms. Mushroom, where in the name of Sprinkles are we going to find a ring- shaped piñata?! Or the paper mache to make it?" Liz inquired, "Although, if you happen to come across a squirrel, we could make due. I could quash it and put yummies down its throat tube!"
"How do you plan to do that?" Mandi asked, perplexed.
"With my spear and magic hell-mit!"
"Your spear and magic helmet?"
"Yes. With my spear and magic hell-mit!"
"Sorry to interrupt Xena Warrior Princess, but perhaps we should get Merry and Pip in on our plans? I mean they've done about as much as us, maybe even more." Sam said.
"Aye," said Liz in agreement, "Aragorn isn't that happy with them, or me for that matter."
"I know what you mean," Mandi said miserably, "Leggy will barely talk to us!"
"That could just be because every time he opens his mouth he says something stupid," Liz mumbled, gaining herself a hurt "GAASP" from Mandi, and a hurting 'THWAP' from Sam.
"Oww..."
"Now, now Sam, violets are bad," Mandi said as she pulled the flyswatter away from the offended blonde.
"But she insulted my love! AGAIN!" Sam reasoned as she tried to get the flyswatter back from Mandi, who was holding it out of her reach.
"Quiet!" yelled an aggravated wizard, but the girls ignored him and kept bickering, until the reason for the quarrel took the flyswatter away and put it into his quiver. He gave the two a slight smile before returning to the front of the procession. (A/Mel- Luth I thank you for that so much. When I first read it I immediately got transported to my fantasies) Mandi and Sam looked at each other quickly and then followed after the sexy elf like ickle, bickle puppies following food (drool and all).
"Oy!" Liz exclaimed as she smacked her forehead, then rubbed it realizing all her exasperation had been let out onto a now forming goose egg. Merry and Pippin quickened their pace and walked alongside Liz.
"So," began the youngest (and cutest and most adorable Ness- AND SCOTTISH!!!) hobbit a.k.a. Pippin, "do you have anymore plans for fun?"
A flame sparked in Lizzie's eyes, but was soon gone when she remembered the scolding they had received earlier. "We aren't allowed to do anything else. Gandalf was threatening to leave us behind." She said with a pouty look.
"Nah, don't worry about that," Merry said cheerily, "Pip and I had similar threats from Strider all the time, before we even got to Rivendell. But, as you can see we're still here."
"Why? What did you guys do?" Liz wondered at what the mischievous hobbits did to torture the greasy ranger. "Nothing too terrible," said Pippin with a smile, "just throwing rocks at random things-"
"We hit Strider once-"
"Twice actually-"
"Oh yeah!"
"And I guess we might've been mocking him," Merry added, "But I don't know, would you call brandishing sticks about and claiming to be mighty rangers mocking?" (A/Luth- OMG! Power Rangers! ::hysterical laugh::...done. Mel- Kiwi was in power rangers lots of times...not that anybody cares... Luth- You're right, nobody cares... J/K! I'm sure somebody does... Ness- Kiwi in spandex?... mayhaps I shouldn't have mentioned that. Mel- WOOOT!)
"Haa! I think he's just upset about his lack of stubble build up lately," Sam interjected, joining the conversation while holding the flyswatter that she and Mandi retrieved from Leggy.
"Yeah, he only looks gruff, not Scrounge-N-Lounge-in-the-forest-like-a- manly-warrior gruff." Mandi laughed.
"We would be moving a lot faster if your breath was aimed at your gait instead of your inane babble." Aragorn reprimanded, putting an end to all of their speculations. (A/Luth- What the hell did all of that mean? O well...::goes back to being blonde, but didn't have to go very far::)
"Aye, my heart yearns with a ceaseless cry to be atop Hollin, the site of the ancient elven colony." (A/Mel- ok this is just a guess as to what the name is, I looked at the book and I am thinking that's where they are...please correct us if we're wrong!) Sir Leggings pined.
"Yeah, and my tummy yearns with ceaseless passion for some taters." Liz muttered ruefully, kicking dirt as she went.
And so the company grew silent, their main focus being to not lose their footing going up the mountain, or onto a certain nancely-experienced arse. The top was quiet...too quiet. T'was barren, lonely, a desolate flat with rocks, so many rocks, dirt and gnarled, tired-looking bushes.
"...and the trees and the grass do not now remember them. Only I hear the stones lament them-" the elf prince was telling the fellowship until Liz interrupted his narrative with continuous 'THWAPS' and started berating him.
"Fool! The ground remembers, deep, deep, in the cavernous depths it knows and always shall...who's hungry?"
This gained a cheery look from the remaining girls and the hobbits, that is, until Senior Rain on Their Dining Days said, "No, we must set up camp and then you may eat!"
"But m'dear Aragorn," Sam began what was evident to be a potential Great Granny Story a.k.a. a story which breaks off into other stories, which break off into more stories, that perpetuate into even more stories...you get the idea (A/Ness- you'd be shocked how often this happens in real life... Luth- Just look at her little, well, big sidetrack thing that she did in the beginning of this chappy.)
"A very grand man once said, my Granddaddy in fact, great man he was, huuuge beard! You should've seen him eat corn! Oh how it got stuck! It'd be in there for days on end, cause no one would tell him it was in there on account of it being positively hilarious. That's excluding the times Larry, the family ferret, wiggled his way up that tangled mat of fuzz to fetch the corn and other odds and ends that found their way up there. Once we found a bobber, you know those things fishermen use to see if fish are nibblin. Did
you know that fish don't blink? Neither do-"
"SAM!!" Multiple voices yelled.
"Yeees??"
"Your Granddaddy-poo? His famous food quote?" Mandi prompted.
"Aye! Always err-no-never, that's it 'Never drink right before going to bed or doing strenuous lifting... terrible mess"
"Sound advice from what I'm sure was a very wise man." Gandalf commented.
"Yeah he was really smart, although it must've deteriorated wi-" Sam started, but was cut off by Mandi.
"I knew it! You're the one who stole my Word of the Day calendar!" Sam looked scandalized,
"What, the one with the pretty flowers? I mean... Did not! I'm just naturally brilliant." She boasted. (A/Ness- Err was gonna say something but I treasure my life too much... sorta Luth- ::nearly uncontrollable laughter::)
"Uh huh," Liz said skeptically, "then why is it that you harassed the Keebler Company for 2 months, demanding that they give Legs-a-lot to you?"
"I had a hunch. Those elves looked mighty suspicious, hiding in their little trees, baking their cookies, and just what exactly was under those hats anyway?"
"I rest my case. Now finish your story."
"What story?"
"The one about how your Granddaddy kept losing his marbles, love."
"Marbles? Maybe he had a hole in his pocket. But enough with this talking, I was in the middle of a story. You know, sometimes you guys are so rude." Ignoring their disbelieving faces she continued. "As I was saying, my Granddaddy's smarts didn't last long with age, when he was about 95 he got sat on by a cow and broke his hip. Come on Aragorn, I thought we were supposed to set up camp! You can't just start slacking off like that, it doesn't set a good example."
Shocked by her accusation he replied, "Uhh right, of course. My friends, please make haste in setting up camp, the faster we do that, the more time you may have to eat and relax." Adding in the last part, knowing it would hasten the actions of the hobbits.
**
The girls approached Gandalf knowing that to go through with their plan they would need his approval. Liz was their elected spokesperson, as she had done the least to anger the wizard. Clearing her throat she began their carefully prepared speech.
"Ahem, my dearest Gandalf, my female companions and I would like to hold an appreciation night for you and the other fellowship members for succeeding in making us feel like shit- I mean to make up for our harmless pranks that were overreacted upon- I mean that you rightly punished us for..."
"This is the last time she's our spokesperson," Sam mumbled to Mandi.
"Yeah," she replied, "come on, let's save her from making a -complete- goober of herself. This calls for our most deadly weapon."
"Our dead accurate sense of reasoning?" Sam questioned.
"No! Our puppy eyes, you imbecile!"
**
"Gandy," Mandi said with assertiveness, "what this bloody toaster strudel is trying to ask you is, if you'd let us have an appreciation night for the fellowship. We feel really badly about what we did and we want to make up for it, pleeeease!"
At this, the blondes gave the wizard a double whammy of Puppy Power, and as history tends to repeat itself he cracked, like an egg against Boromir's head, minus that dull 'THUNK' noise.
"Well I suppose one night of relaxation would not hurt anything, it could also prove beneficial in lightening the spirits of the fellowship. You have my consent, and I will inform the others. When do you plan on this taking place?"
"Erm...tonight?" Liz suggested hopefully.
"I look forward to seeing what you girls have prepared."
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A/N: Mel- Well that's it I hope you enjoyed this chappy, the next one will be the party thing! Well please, please review with any comments at all, and any ideas you may have! We'd love to hear all of them! Reviewers will be thanked next chapter...yah know this story wouldn't have gotten up this week if it wasn't for my 4 day (and still going) migraine from hell, or Mordor respectively, I named it Kiwi ::glee::!
Ness- Sorry it was late, Our bee low-ved Mel was sooo sickitha my poor love. I'd also like to take THIS time to say Peaches come from a can and that they were put there by a man in a factory down town.
Luth- I feel special, and I just want to point out some things that I've noticed. ::ahem:: One) We make many many references to food Two) about thirty percent (very rough estimate, haha) of our fanfiction is author's notes and little comments from us Three) We don't talk very much about Frodo, you know, the main character in this story... Yea, I'm done now. Just felt like being special.
Mel- you are special Luth!! And I agree with all of your points...I dunno I just feel kind of bad picking on Mr. Frodo when he's got that matchbox car tire round his neck! He'll get his turn tho, we can always just hang him from a tree by his underwear...err...do hobbits wear underwear? Anyway, I wasn't sure if you wanted this note in the actual story or if it was just for our benefit, so in it went, my apologies if you didn't want it viewed love! But they are all valid points and they should be viewed! BE PROUD LUTHIEN! BE PROUD BE PROUD TO LOVE LEGGY TOO! All of you other fangirls STAND UP AND BE PROUD! ...ahem, I'm done now!
Elves and Spoons,
Melawen, Luthien, and Nessa