Chapter 4:

A/N: Here it is: the chapter you've all been dreading. I can make it sappy or I can make it non-sappy. I'm diverse like that. Go me! OK, in Nessie's POV.

Disclaimer: We own nothing that even looks like it may belong to Tolkien. I do own the Lean Pocket I'm about to eat though. (dances with Lean Pocket)

"Dude, I feel so unloved!" I wailed. Our men left us… for each other! I can't take it anymore!"

"Vanessa, they are not having an affair with each other," Boromir sighed.

"Can you prove it?"

"Well, no… but I know for a fact that they are not out there with each other."

"Aww… darn, I woulda watched!" I laughed as Boromir visibly flinched. "Oh, come on, I know you better than that! Don't pretend like you wouldn't have stolen a peek too!"

Two arms wrapped around me from behind suddenly. "What's this about looking?" Aragorn asked as he released me.

"Guh… I mean… uh… nothing," I babbled.

"Vanessa here-" Boromir started.

I slapped my hand over his mouth to shut him up. Smiling up innocently at my sexy ranger, I didn't see Boromir's face contort into an evil grin.

I jumped when I felt something wet slide across my hand and made an odd noise. "Egh! He licked me!" I tried to whip the saliva off on my pants then thought better and wiped it of on his tunic. "Nasty, nasty, nasty," I mumbled.

Aragorn rolled his eyes at the actions of Boromir and I. "Come on, Vanessa, lets leave so he can find someone else to lick."

I pointed at Brittany and winked at the fair-headed man.

"I think Éomer might have a problem with that," he said.

At the mention of Éomer's name, Brittany perked up from her mope. "Éomer? Where?!" she asked excitedly, looking around in all directions for the horse lord.

"No, no, no, sorry," I told her. "We were just talking about licking people and I told Boromir to lick you."

She shrugged, obviously not paying attention to anything I said after 'no'. "Oh, OK." She went back to her bench and started humming some song I didn't recognize.

Aragorn tugged gently on the sleeve of my shirt and followed him to out talan.

We hadn't gotten far when I heard my blonde friend squeal "Éomer!" I turned around and saw her ½ hugging, ½ chocking the King of Rohan. "Don't you dare leave me again!"

Rúmil sighed as he entered his talan. He had had such a hard day of planning and preparing and decorating for the guests that he hadn't noticed that he did not have anyone to celebrate Valentine's Day with.

A knock sounded from his door and the depressed elf rose from his chair to answer it. Who he saw made him blink a few times and eye the stranger approvingly.

"I'm sorry to have bothered you, my lord," the elf stumbled upon his words. "But my party and I have just arrived but a few minutes ago and I seem to be lost. Do you think you could direct me to my talan?"

"Why of course!" Rúmil said energetically. "I'd be delighted. My name is Rúmil. And you are…"

"Fingwit."

"The name sounds familiar," Rúmil mused.

"Ah, you must mean my twin brother, Figwit."

"Yes, yes, yes." Rúmil put an arm across Fingwit's shoulders and led him down the tree and to his new "friend's" talan.

(A/N: I have no inspiration. For once there is nothing good on the IFC so I'm watching infomercials. Go me.)

It was later that day and everyone was gathered 'round a small fire the guys had made. I stared at the soft glow, mesmerized by its beauty… Yeah, I'm a pyro, get over it.

Christy looked as if she was permanently latched onto Haldir's arm and I was ½ expecting it to fall off from loss of blood or something. But Haldir didn't seem to mind, so it was all good I guess.

Brittany was much the same way with Éomer except it was the other way around: Éomer was latched onto Brittany. Aww… cuteness. Although, it made me have second thoughts about the stability of the men of Rohan.

Boromir looked so lonely all by himself off to the side and I felt sorry for him. Tolkien tried to kill him and so did peter. Plus, his only love interest was a creepy she/he. Aww… poor guy.

"We so need marshmallows," Courtney said, breaking the silence of the camp. "Then everything would be perfect."

"Yeah, as long as you throw in a life-size Legolas stand up,"

A/N: Heheh! Sorry, I couldn't resist putting Leggy in there. Anyway sorry for the lame/sappy/short/tardy-ness. Gooooo Christy! (rides off into the night with ranger in tow) Come on Jeffrey!