If you're searching for a disclaimer, then you're in the wrong chapter. Please refer to chapters one and two, thank you.
Odeena's Note: Okay... before you come after me with knives, forks, and other pointy things, I want you to know I've been terribly busy in the past month, and that's why I didn't have time to write the fourth chapter. But, in the end... here it is! So, did you like it? Or didn't you? Please review! :)
AP's Note: Well, now that we have it (yay for Odeena!!! W00t!!!), here it is. Remember, we're still taking requests for character pairings. And Neniriel, Elladan is mine . But you can have the other twin. Elrohir: Thanks for playing matchmaker, Pyro...-.-' You're quite welcome. She seems like a nice girl so behave.
Review responses
midnittest4rz: thanks for reviewing, and there is more coming! Would you like to be paired with a certain character? We can do that you know.
Neniriel: Thanks Heh, it was hard for me to imagine it too, but for the sake of my sanity, I'm gonna let it go. Besides, it's always fun to stretch the imagination.
Crystalline4: Alrighty then. Thanks for reviewing, oh faithful...person...O.o'''' Well, I remember you asking to meet Boromir or Haldir, so would you like to meet them both? and how susceptible to wine/ale are you?
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Chapter 4: (Almost) nothing out of the ordinary
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(Odeena's POV)
"Err..." I said as I desperately searched for something reasonable to say. I wished I could just blame everything on the elf like I usually do, but Legolas had taken advantage of the havoc that had ensured when the hobbits had taken down the kitchen wall and had run off. "...No, this wasn't another of the elf's bright ideas."
I was hoping Pyro would settle for that. She didn't.
"What happened then?" she asked again.
I sighed. "Okay, if you really want to know it..." I took a deep breath. "First, Merry and Pip came by, and asked if we had any mushrooms. Even though we did, I told them we didn't, and so they ran off. Then, Frodo came looking for his ring, which he had misplaced again. After he turned the entire kitchen upside-down and--"
"Forget that! Just tell me what in Middle Earth happened to the wall!"
Uh-oh. Pyro was mad. That was not good.
"Well, if you really must know, a mob of eager-to-help hobbits came over about a quarter of hour after you left, and since the kitchen wasn't big enough to fit all of them, not to mention the supplies they had brought, they decided to build an adjacent tent."
"And...?" Pyro demanded.
"And... they didn't have a clear notion as to what 'adjacent' means, they came up with the brilliant idea to take down a wall and build that tent as you see it. So there."
"Oh, Force..." Pyro rubbed her temples, and then sighed.
"Aspirin...?" I offered innocently.
Pyro threw me an 'I'm-gonna-kill-you' look. As if I had anything to do with all this. Okay... I could have stopped the hobbits, had I not been engaged in a long talk over the phone with Paul. Since we no longer saw each other except for classes, and we were still teamed-up for that chemistry project, we solved all our business over the phone. I didn't want to be around when the phone bill arrived. I could tell it was going to be big.
"How did a bunch of hobbits manage to take down a concrete wall?" Elladan asked, rising an eyebrow.
I held up a book. "With - this."
"Saruman's Do-It-Yourself Magic Guide for Idiots, Hobbits and Gollums," he read aloud. "Interesting. Mind if I borrow that?"
I glared at him, "No." I ignored the cute little pout on his face that usually got him everything he wanted and went on, "Bilbo Baggins had it. I have no idea where he got it, but I decided to take it away from him before he could do any more damage."
"And right you were," Boromir said from somewhere to my right. "Sorry if I startled any of you," he went on, "but I have an urgent message. Odeena, Paul's on the phone. Again."
I rolled my eyes.
"Can't you make up an excuse?" Elladan asked, before I got a chance to say anything. "Like you're off to fight a giant jelly-fish or something?"
"Ha, ha." I said sarcastically. I turned to Boromir, "Tell him I don't want to talk to him."
"I could always talk to him." A wicked grin spread across Pyro's face. "Threaten him with his life, I'm feeling a bit vengeful right about now, and he's done nothing but bother you..."
Boromir just stared at Pyro for a moment, then turned back to me. "Sure..." His hand flew up to his brow in a military salute. "Oh, by the way," he said, seeming to remember something all of a sudden, "in three hours this place will be swarming. Are you sure we're going to be ready by then?"
I sighed, "No."
"Okay." With that, Boromir strode away.
"Well," Pyro said in a miserable voice, "we'd better get back to work."
"What work?" I asked.
"I sincerely have no idea," came the reply.
"Right... In that case, I'll go get my guitar, then I'll go to the kitchen and sing for the hobbits. How about that?"
Pyro glared at me. "You're a nutcase."
I grinned widely.
"I know."
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