sigh must we write this every time? See the first two chapters.
AP's Note: Well, I'm glad to see that we have more reviewers now. This is good! Keep reviewing, and if you still want to be in it, there's still time.
Odeena's Note: Due to an acute lack of inspiration, I'll just say this: please read and review, and let us know if there's anything you want to happen or if you want to be in the story. Thank you!
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Crystalline4: Boromir and Haldir.....hm.....we'll have to check with them, but I'm sure it'll be fine Lucky you.
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Chapter 5: Let the Party Begin!
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(Pyro's POV)
While Odeena went off to sing for the hobbits, Elladan and I scurried on down to the building, where the hobbits were working away. One of them came up to me, bouncing around happily.
"Miss Pyro, Miss Pyro! Are you happy with the tent?" the little girl asked me, smiling brightly. It was Sam and Rosie's daughter, Goldilocks. Why they named her that, no one knows, but who's to argue? Sam would just get all huffy puffy about it. I plastered on a smile as I lifted her into my arms.
"Of course. It's wonderful," I said, looking up at the tent with slight disdain.
"Did you now? And what did your daddy say about that?"
"He was happy. He thinks this party is going to be great fun!" Her eyes sparkled happily and I sighed.
"Well, it will be, as long as everything runs smoothly." I twitched one of my ears, making sure she saw, and smiled at her. "I think I hear your mother calling." I set her down. "Better go see what she wants." The girl giggled and ran off, heading towards Sam's hobbithole. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. This was going to be harder than it seemed.
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It was time. The guests had started arriving, and we had just barely made the deadline, thanks to Legolas. The elf showed up in the kitchen after my anger had settled down, and managed to kick the hobbits into working faster by threatening to burn their gardens. He had also helped with the building of the tent (I think Odeena forced him into it for disappearing).
I had changed from my raggedy school clothes into a simple black shirt that read 'The Abstinence Syndrome' and a pair of jeans. Wine glass in hand, I was ready to start the party.
The whole of Middle Earth had shown up for this party. Hobbits were swarming, elves were trying not to step on the hobbits, dwarves were avoiding the elves, and the humans were drinking more and more ale and wine.
I sat at my respective table, a table shared with Elladan, Matt (who hadn't shown up yet), Aragorn, Sam, Rosie, and Frodo. There was one empty seat for anyone that would like to fill it. Rosie and Sam had put the children to bed and left them with a babysitter, so none of the kids were there. I could imagine Goldilocks putting up a fight about it, and Sam did look like he had lost a few clumps of hair…
Odeena, sitting at the next table over, was sitting with a myriad of hobbits, Legolas, Crystalline, Haldir, and Boromir. The next table over hosted Gimli, his father Gloin, Lady Galadriel, Celeborn, Arwen, Eowyn, and Faramir. Yet another held Thranduil, Legolas's father, Elrond, Théoden, Gandalf, Saruman, Sauron's eye floated above the table, Bilbo, Merry and Pippin. They didn't really need a seat for Sauron, so Pippin had filled the empty space.
Many other tables were filled with hobbits, elves, dwarves, and men, and all were seemingly getting along well with one another. Seemingly being the operative word.
I looked around the room, then excused myself to go look around the tent area. I couldn't find Matt anywhere, and he had promised he would show up. I sighed heavily, and was about to turn when a familiar face caught my eyes…Paul. Oh Force…Odeena's going to flip.
The young man glanced around at the people in the room, raised an eyebrow and shrugged, finally noticing Odeena and beginning to make his way towards her. The going was slow, considering how many people were there. I ran quickly to the table, pushing my way towards Odeena's side…and made it there before he did.
"Odeena, I don't know how—" I began, before I was interrupted by a hateful stare from her to someone right behind me. I swallowed hard, and glanced up. Paul stood behind me, looking very nonchalant about the whole thing. I grinned sheepishly and stepped to the side. The whole room seemingly fell silent, or maybe I was just imagining it. Maybe she wouldn't be so hard on him…
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(Odeena's POV)
"Oh – my – God."
I did a double take. Then a triple take. There was no shadow of a doubt.
Paul was here.
Pyro looked at me miserably and mouthed the word, "Sorry". I shook my head. Like that would make any difference... I told the guys that I'd be right back and I sat up. Then, I went straight to Paul.
"What are you doing here?" I began, before he got the chance to say anything. "And how did you get past the bodyguards?"
"Oh, you mean Carl and Jim?" He shrugged nonchalantly. "I know those guys. We went to a martial arts class together."
"I... see. Well, I don't recall inviting you, so you might as well leave. Now." I waited a second; then, seeing as he did not move an inch, I added, "Before I feed you to my pet cave troll."
Much to my surprise and fury, Paul took out a folded card from his pocket and handed it to me with a ridiculous bow. "Read and cry."
I snatched the card from his hand and read it. It was an invitation, and I could clearly make out Pyro's handwriting. She was SO going to pay for this. Although I doubted that she had done it on purpose, I was still going to make her pay. "Well, since you do have an invitation", I said coldly, "I suppose you can stay."
"Good! And since you're the only one I know, I guess I'll stick around with you!"
I smiled at him as sweetly as I could. "No, you don't. I don't mind you hanging around, as long as you keep your distance. But if you get anywhere near me, I'll have Aragorn and Boromir throw you out, and I don't care about any invitation in the world. Got it?"
I waited until he managed a small nod. Then, I turned my back on him and strode away.
At that point, I only wanted one thing in the world: Pyro's head on a silver tray.
