I am tremendously sorry for the long wait, but I was basing this on events in another fic, and since that one hasn't been updated either, it looks as though I'll have to take matters into my own hands.

Neseléthurëst Luminoushire Pipsangelevër sat serenely on Jete's worktable, scribbling in a spiral bound notebook. Jete was attempting to get information from her, but the re.dhead seemed convinced that she lived in Middle Earth.

"So now, wait a minute, Nessie," Jete said.

"You make me sound like a sea monster," She replied without looking up. " My name is Neseléthurëst Luminoushire Pipsangelevër " Her voice had a strange half-lisp, half French accent to it.

"Um… ok. So you've never seen the Lord of the Rings movie?"

The gi.rl shook her head.

"I had no idea they had made a documentary on our lives. In truth, I suspect it deviates from actuality."

"Then how did you get those pictures of Pippin?"

"I took them myself, of course."

She looked down to see what was tugging her pant leg and saw the cave troll. Her calm demeanor instantly shattered. She stood on the table, shrinking against the wall and clutching her notebook to her chest.

"Auugh! Get it away! Get it away! Don't tough me, you filthy animal! Help! Get it away!"

Startled, Cheeseball jumped off Eran's shoulder and darted away. The blond held out her hand.

"Erol, come here," she said. The troll obediently waddled to her and she scooped him up, balancing him on her hip like a toddler.

"Erol?" Jete questioned.

"Um… I took the liberty of naming him while you were gone," Eran said. "It means strength. I hope you don't mind."

"Uh, sure, I mean, not, I don't mind…" the distracted agent turned her attention back to the Pippin fangirl who was still whimpering on the desk.

"Look, Thistle-knee, calm down."

The re.dhead glared at her.

"Neseléthurëst Luminoushire Pipsangelevër."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let's talk about Pippin, shall we?"

The gi.rl's demeanor brightened considerably.

"How long have you liked him?"

"Oh, all my life!"

Jete raised an eyebrow.

"Well, perhaps not my entire life, but it is difficult to imagine life without his presence."

"Can you remember when you first met him?" She choked a bit on the word 'met.'

"Certainly. We were in the Shire, and he and his cousin were up to some sort of mischief, but somehow, whether through destiny or design I know not, I chanced upon him and since, my days have only been dark when he is not near."

"Mmm-hmmm. When was this? How long ago?"

"Approximately two years an a half before this time."

"Right," Jete said, noting it as the time LotR was released. She took a breath and asked the key question.

"Why do you like him?"

Neseléthurëst Luminoushire Pipsangelevër stared at Jete for a moment in seeming utter incomprehension. Then she said, "Why do you like blue hair?"

Jete involuntarily touched her hair, messy and spiky and crayon blue but for a shimmering white lock at her forehead. "I-I never really thought about it before. I guess I just do."

The gi.rl nodded.

'Great,' Jete thought. 'She doesn't have a reason. That makes it more difficult.'

Suddenly, a low, hoarse yell from the closet interrupted them. The door burst open and all three gi.rls turned to see the figure that came crashing through.

The young man was tall and muscular, and his khaki cloak identified him as from the Decoy and Subterfuge Department. His longish black hair fell in his face, and his clear violet eyes were full of panic and confusion.

Both Jete and Eran stared at him, eyes wide and jaws grazing the floor. Only the new fangirl seemed unfazed.

"Is there something you wish?" she asked him.

He looked to both sides, looked behind him, and then turned a full circle, looking bewildered.

"Umm, is this the Tech Department?" he asked.

Jete recovered enough to stand and stammer out, "Uh… yes… uh, this is my workroom, I, uh, I fix things."

Eran just stared.

He glanced questioningly at the fangirls.

"Are these your assistants?"

"Um, uh, … yes! Yes, they are my… assistants… who… help me fix the… things."

"I am not," the red-hai.red fangirl protested. "I have but recently arrived and am here solely for—"

"Yes!" Jete interrupted. "Uh, yes. She is new, and hasn't had time to get acquainted…"

"Can I speak with you for a moment?" He indicated the door to the main tech room.

Jete excused herself. Once the door was closed behind them, she turned to him with a nervous smile.

"Hi, I'm Jete Kadesh."

"Gaib Ruel," he said absently. "What's in that room back there?"

"R-room?"

"The little one, the one I came out of."

"The closet?" Jete said in a small voice.

Gaib's eyes narrowed.

"Why is there a pink rug in there? And an altar? To Peregrin Took?"

Jete sighed and leaned on the door.

"Ok. I'm… taking care of a fangirl. The one with the red hair." She laughed a little. "The one with Pippin plastered on her shirt. I'm helping her get over her obsession."

"And the other gi.rl?"

"Another fangirl," Jete admitted. "Legolas. But she's made great progress!"

"You do know that harboring fangirls of any kind, but especially those of elves, is strictly against ISPCE rules?"

"Yeah, I know, but this could completely revolutionize our thinking. What if we could cure fangirls? Then they wouldn't be a danger to elves."

"What makes you think this is even possible?" Gaib asked.

"Eran, the blond one, is so much better than when she first came here; I really think that with a little more work she'll be cured." Jete looked at him thoughtfully. "And I think you can help."

Gaib sighed.

"Well, ok. But if there's no results in… a week, I'll have to report it."

"Great! So… did you already have supper?"

"Jete, it's two in the afternoon."

Sorry for all the periods in the words, but my computer was being stupid and kept deleting those words.

Phaidra, I'm glad you like Cheeseball. He's been with me for a long time. And, yes, I liked Neseléthurëst Luminoushire Pipsangelevër too. Sorry I forgot the little punctuation marks in the last chapter. She gets touchy about those. And good for you! I'm sure you're getting lots of help. And don't worry about Jete. She has lots of help too.

Hiri, what's the "Ah I see…" for?

Flor-gurl, haven't talked to you for a while. I trust everything's all right. Thank you, I am a genius. I don't have a photographic memory, with or without film, but I always wished I did, if only because it would be cool.