is at gunpoint I guess I have to write more! If you haven't read the first part, read it or you won't understand.

Tolkien's... not mine.....

Chapter 3

"Are... we... there... yet?!?!?" panted Ete, tired after three solid days of running.

"Let's... pitch... camp!" Merut suggested.

"No!" Aragorn called. "We're catching up!"

"NO!" Ete screamed, stopping. "I'm tired! I'm hungry! The only thing to see is open land, open land and, oh! For a change of pace, OPEN LAND! I'm sitting down right here!" Ete sat down like a stubborn child, her arms folded in front of her chest, her lower lip pouting, a scowl all over her face.

"Ete, please." Legolas said, crouching next to her.

"NO!"

"But we need to continue!"

"NO!"

"Mer..." Abby said, getting close. "Why are you being juvenile?"

"Leave her!" Gimli said, finally catching up. "She would slow us down anyway!"

"We can't leave her!" Legolas said. "There are untold dangers in the dark."

"I think she can handle them." Gimli said.

"Hey!"

"I think we should stay." SAB said, coming out from confused silence.

"I thought we were going to be rid of this foolishness now that there was a reasonable head on this crazy trio!" Gimli said.

"Well, we need to rest. We know we can make full progress and we need sleep anyway."

"Ah, the voice behind MY reason!" Ete said.

After more argument, the field was won. The boys set about making a fire while the girls started getting out the food.

Clink clink.

"Merut?"

"Yes?"

"What are these?" Ete asked, holding up four bottles of liquor. Merut turned red.

"Ummmmmmmm did you know there isn't a legal drinking age in Rivendell?"

"Because everyone there is a THOUSAND YEARS OLD!!!!" Ete screamed.

"Ete, you might give away our position!" Aragorn said, quite peeved, really.

"Yeah, well it's not my fault." Ete said. Then she had a brilliant idea. "Hey, Aragorn."

"What?"

"You grew up in Rivendell, right?"

"Yes...."

"So you'd know all there is to know, riiiiiiiiiiight?"

"Yes... What are you getting at?"

"Can you tell us which of these four bottles of liquor are the best?" Ete asked, holding up the bottles.

"Ete," Aragorn began, "We are having enough problems getting to where we're going without you insisting to stop and rest like a three year old that we don't need to add intoxication to the list."

"I agree" said Legolas. "We need to have a clear focus when we leave tomorrow."

"But come on. We need fun as much as anyone."

"Aragorn may not want a drink, but I have to admit that some of that in your right hand would be worth a shot to me." Gimli said.

"For once I agree with the dwarf!" Merut said, hopping up and down. "You boys may be too noble to appreciate a good drink at the end of the day."

"And you, Merut, may be too young to appreciate a good drink at the end of the day." Ete chastised.

"I'm not!" Said the SAB, sitting over with Ete and Merut. Gimli sat down and they all started pouring shots.

Two bottles later, everyone had loosened up just fine. Legolas, jealous of the fun they were having, joined and participated, however not as enthusiastically as the rest of the bunch, sitting with the goblet in his hand, sipping whenever Ete prodded him.

But Ete had bigger fish to fry.

"Hey, Legolas." Ete said, snuggling up against the elf.

"Yes?"

"Where I come from, we have this thing called 'body shots'." Ete glanced over at Merut and SAB, who were having their own personal drinking contest, Gimli egging them on. "Do you have them here in Middle-earth?"

"No, I don't believe so. I've never heard of it." Legolas said. "Is it a game?"

"Oh, and so much more." Ete said, sitting up on her knees. "Here's how you play." And Ete continued to relay how you play these "games". Legolas became more and more intrigued, with just the slightest touch of embarrassment thrown in.

"And do you want to play this game?" Legolas asked, his heart beating quickly.

"Maybe later." Ete said, grinning widely. "I think there's a couple who'd want to play this more than you and I." She looked over to Merut and SAB, who were now trying to arm wrestle. "I think we should save that for another night, though. We should ration our alcohol." Ete stood up, leaned down and pecked Legolas on the cheek and then went over to collect Merut, SAB and the passed out Gimli to toss them into bed.

The next day, while a little dizzy, the group sallied forth, running along the countryside of Rohan, Gimli, Merut and SAB lagging behind, Aragorn in front, Legolas and Ete chatting in the middle.

"So what you said last night about that body shots game." Legolas said.

"Yes, I do believe I mentioned something about that." Ete said.

"Who did you have in mind for the game."

"Merut and SAB."

"Merut and SAB?"

"Where we come from, Merut has been secretly lusting after SAB. When he got pulled in here with us, it's the perfect opportunity to have hot, kinky sex!"

"Sounds like an intriguing plot."

"My problem is that I can't talk with SAB and get the idea into his head."

"Can I help? I think I can talk to SAB for you and barter on your behalf."

"Would you?" Ete asked, hopefully.

"What's in it for me?" Legolas asked, looking over at her. Ete jumped over a rock.

"I think I can come up with something." Ete grinned.

"Deal."

suspense!