AN: The first In-Betweener is based around a section in Chapter 6

Hobbits In The Livingroom

Abby and the eight males sat in the livingroom and watched Laura lead the 'injured' Aragorn into the kitchen to be cleaned up. A very brief period of silence settled over them. Here were eight males from Middle Earth and a fifteen year old teenage girl, just sitting in a room, and they haven't even been introduced. It was a pretty queer silence. A silence which was driving Abby nuts. She bounced around on her seat and fidgeted with multiple things at a time. Those sitting near her looked at her curiously and slowly tried to scoot away from her.

"So..." Abby said, finally situating herself and trying to start up a conversation. "Ya, I wonder how swollen his nose is gonna get..."

"I hope that Strider is alright," Frodo's concern filled voice spoke up.

"Don't you worry, Mr. Frodo. I'm sure he'll be fine. A small bop on the nose can't bring Strider down." Sam assured. Others bobbled their heads in agreement, but Pippin broke down in giggles.

"Hahaha, it sure was funny though!" Pippin exclaimed. "I thought I was going to explode because I was trying so hard not to laugh!"

"Sure aren't trying ot hold it back now," Merry muttered under his breath. Legolas quirked a brow.

Abby joined in with giggles. "Haha, are you kidding? There's no way on earth Laura could hurt big, strong, sexy Aragorn!" She paused for a moment, laughing at the very idea of Laura throwing a punch and hitting Aragorn in the kisser. "The day Laura actually hits somebody is the day either hell freezes over or I find Legolas unattractive."

Legolas' attention was immediately directed on Abby.

"Hmm, what? Since when was I brought into this conversation?" Legolas eyed Abby warily as she gazed at him with a hint of lust behind her dark brown eyes.

Boromir leaned over and whispered in the elf's ear, "Hehe...Legolas, I think you've got yourself an obsessed, love-stricken lass here." Legolas' face became slightly heated at the very mention of it.

"You're darn right I'm obsessed! Heck, I'm beyond obsessed!" Abby shouted gleefully and succeeded in clearing the couch of any other occupants. Startled, Boromir and Legolas looked over to her.

"She heard that?" Boromir whispered.

"I guess," Legolas replied.

Abby stood up and glided over to Legloas, seductively seating herself on his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. The elf promptly stiffened and blushed because of her actions and Boromir slowly slid away.

"Do you want to know which lever of obsessiveness I'm on?" Abby breathed into his delicately pointed ear.

"Not particularly," Gandalf muttered

Legolas stuttered and attempted to pry the hormone driven teenager off of him, which wasn't working so well. Pippin's adorable face lit up with pure curiousity.

"There are levels?" Pippin asked innocently.

"Pippin! Be quiet!" Aha, so Merry had sensed the dangerous atmosphere around Abby. Somehow knowing that if she were to continue doing anything, even breathing, utter chaos would be born. Unfortunately for those of higher intelligence in the room, Pippin did not head Merry's warning.

"Which level?"

A dark and sinister expression swept over Abby's face. She nuzzled her head deep into Legolas' jaw, making him shiver either out of either disgust, horror,...or something else. She smiled sweetly at Pippin and chuckled.

"Hehe...well. Let me start at the beginning of my fantasy..."

(A/N: Sorry! Do to the content of Abby's 'fantasy', I can't put it in a PG fic ;p)

Insert Abby fantasy about Legolas dipped in chocolate syrup HERE

Every male in the room had either lost almost all color in their face or turned bright red, especially poor Legolas, who was seated beneath the terrifying Abby, and was the whole subject of her little 'fantasy'. His face was burning with such intensity that Abby could feel it on the top her head which was resting on his neck.

If Pippin weren't so darn cute and innocent, he would have been scared senseless, just like everyone else in the room. But he wasn't, so he just stared at Abby with intense curiousity. Merry, Sam, and Frodo on the other hand, where staring at her in sheer horror.

"Don't worry, my little Shire dwelling hobbits. You can be in my fantasy too!" Abby giggled.

(A/N: Again, do to the rating, I cannot say. But I sure can let you use your imagination!)

Insert Abby fantasy about Legolas dipped in chocolate syrup AND little hobbits running around in tinfoil kilts with giant cherries on their heads HERE

Again, every male in the room had been ridiculously terrified, and oddly enough, so was Pippin. And what of Legolas? Legolas was just the poor unfortunate elf who happened to be stuck with Abby on his lap and clinging to his neck with the jaws of life. Then there was Gandalf. The poor old geezer couldn't take it. His heart just couldn't handle it.

"Gandalf? Gandalf, are you well?" Boromir shook an extremely stiff Gandalf.

"Gandalf?" Frodo peeked over the arm of chair and stared at the wizard. Boromir was still shaking him, more violently by the minute.

"She killed him!" Pippin cried. Everyone else gasped.

"No, not yet. He's still alive." Legolas answered after listening for his raspy breaths.

Abby stared at Gandalf with disappointment and muttered under her breath, "Darn"

A/N: So? What do you all think? I'm actually liking this. I can take a little vacation from the actual story line and work on something a wee bit more fun. YAY! This is really fun! If you want me to do a particular scene, just tell me the chapter and what the scene was and describe what you would like to happen and I'll work my magic. Whoa, wait a sec...I've got magic?......COOL!!!

Toodles!

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