A/N: It's the very special Mary's Birthday Edition of the Apartment Story!! Yay! Here's some cookie dough ice cream cake for y'all...and this edition is really looooong to make up for something, and because it's my birthday!! Haahaa! This means there will be 2 parties in 2 day! Denethor and Orliey's party and Mary's Birthday with CAKE and Alcohol!! HA! What a party...

Yeah, about age limits on drinking...I know in the UK you get to drink at 18 (US is really behind) but I did it for all those in the US who can't yet drink. Maybe we can all get free drinks or something.

Alekey(?? Must check spelling)the Hobbit Elf has claimed ownership for Gimli, meaning only Gandalf, and Saruman are left because hotdogfish has claimed Celeborn.

Yay! We're at chapter 40! Another reason to make this one extra long! I never thought there'd be 40 chapters, and now that I'm seriously thinking about it, there seems to be NO END IN SIGHT!

Chapter Fourty: Two Parties in one day and Other Stuff!

At about 12:00 in the day, with the sun shining and the birdies chirping away in the trees, the Apartment group finally starts to get up. The first one up is Faramir, who has a shocking revelation: "HOLY CRAP! IT'S MARY'S BIRTHDAY!" He was sleeping in the La-Z-Boy wearing a t-shirt and flanel pants.

This wakes up Eowyn, who is sleeping on the couch for some reason.

"WHAT THE HELL???" Eowyn screams, who is wearing a frilly pink nightie and who jumps about 2 feet in the air and lands on Boromir, who has been sleeping on the floor.

"HOLY GUACAMOLE!" Boromir, who is been wearing boxers and...just boxers...I guess...yells, getting up and drawing his sword, which is blunt (luckily) and hits Mary, who is sleeping on the bed.

"OWOWOWOWOWOW!" Mary, who is wearing a black tanktop and black flanel pants, screams, jumping out of bed and landing on Pippin, who was sleeping under the bed, and whose body was sticking out from under the bed.

"YEOCH!!" Pippin, in sweatpants and a sweater, shrieks, kicking his foot up in the air and into Mary's stomach.

"Oof!" she says, collapsing onto Boromir, who tosses his sword back, which nearly hits Eowyn in the head, who ducks, and as the sword heads for Faramir, Eowyn jumps on Faramir and forces him down and out of the way of Boromir's crazy sword.

In a few moments, the whole affair is cleared up...kind of.

"Wow, Mary, I never thought you liked me in that way." Boromir says, due to the fact that Mary has been forced to fall into Boromir's lap (no, Breck, he's still yours), and Boromir kind of put his arms around her in shock. To keep her from falling onto his face. (And this has all happened to me. It's not fun!)

"Eew, you sicko, I'd never like you in that way! And, Mr. Smartie, why are your arms around me if you don't like me that way? Hmm?"

"Well, ah, I..."

"And you're not really making any move to move your arms, are you? Wait until I tell Breck..."

"Fine! Get out of my lap, you weirdo! And why were you sitting there, anyway?"

"Because I fell! Honestly, who'd want to sit in your lap? Breck, maybe, but that's about it!"

"You are so not funny." Boromir says, pushing Mary off.

"Whatever, Boromir. So, anyway, you know what? It's my birthday, and I'm having a party! We're gonna have cake and alcohol!" Mary says.

"Cake and ALCOHOL?? Can you even drink that stuff?"

"Let's just say I have connections that'll get me everything I want. I was thinking vodka and beer, maybe some wine and some Scotch."

"Sounds cool."

"You know it!"

"Ooh, can we bring our dates? Are you gonna have make-out corners? Huh?" Boromir asks.

"You are a sick, sick man."

"Make-out corners?"

"Eowyn, why are you on top of Faramir and looking at him like that?"

"Because he's sexy and my boyfriend!" Eowyn says.

"No, he's my boyfriend. Get your own."

"No, Faramir, didn't you tell me you broke up with her?" Eowyn says.

"YOU NEVER TOLD HER YOU BROKE UP WITH HER??" Mary yells.

"Eowyn, I told you I was breaking up with you! Mary, I'm not breaking up with you, so don't worry." Faramir says.

"Wow, Faramir. I thought you were the man I'd been waiting for, the man who'd sweep me off my feet! But now I see that I was totally wrong! Maybe Grima was the man for me! In fact, I think I'll go ask him to be my date! HOW'S THAT?" Eowyn screams, throwing Boromir's sword, which was on the floor, at Faramir's head.

"Oww!" Faramir says, as the sword hilt hits him in the stomach.

"Are you ok?"

"Wow, talk about pissed off!" Boromir says.

"It'll be ok. We still have my party!" Mary says consolingly.

"And ours!" Denethor and Orliey say, stepping out of the closet. Denethor is in a button front shirt (currently unbuttoned, eeww!) and Orliey is in a red satin lengerie thingy..like at those Stores like Victoria's Secret. Ok...

"What the hell were you doing in the closet?"

"Do you really want to know?" Denethor says.

"Eeew! Man, this whole family is perverted, except Faramir."

"Are you sure about that?" Boromir asks, smiling wickedly.

"Shut it, you, before you lose it."

"Oooh, I'm so scared."

"Whatever, you loser!"

"Ooh! So mean!"

"Hey, I've got a sword in my hands. Don't make me use it!"

Denethor kind of just stands there.

"Ahem. You all know I'm having a party, right?"

"Oh yes."

"Well, just show up." Denethor says.

"Anyway, members of the 'Crazy Fire Friends' anonymous, we call to order the fact that today we must burn Elrond's entire wardrobe." Mary says, as Tina and Frodo jump out from the other closet.

"WHAT ARE YOU ALL DOING IN MY ROOM??" Faramir yells.

"Anywhoo, we are gathered thus to discuss the method of burning Lord Elrond Peredhil, Lord Elrond Halfelven of Imladris's Entire Dressy Wardrobe and Anything that Goes With It."

"Hear, hear!"

"So, any questions, comments, concerns, or complaints?"

"No, not me."

"Very well, then. The actual time of stealing and/or burning will be tomorrow at 6:00 in the PM."

"Cool! Are the Hobbits gonna steal the wardrobe?"

"Sure, why not. Faramir, Boromir, Denethor, and I will prepare the fire, and Tina and Kay will provide the distractions, and Orliey will assist the Hobbits."

"Hear, hear!!"

"Very well! Meeting adjourned!"

Well, no one walks out, they just all sit there in their pajamas. Or clothes, whatever they're wearing.

"Hey, Mary, I have a present for you! It's your birthday and I have a birthday kiss for you!"

"Aww, you're so sweet!" Mary says, giving Faramir a kiss.

"Well, I supposed to give you the kiss, so here goes!" Faramir says

"Translation: I'm too cheap to get you anything so I'm gonna give you a kiss to make it better."

"Shut up, Boromir. And I actually got you a nice Saphire Necklace to match your eyes, Mary. t least I'd get my girlfriend a present! What did you get your girl for her birthday?"

"Hmm, I don't even know when her birthday is!"

"See? At least I care enough to get Mary something!" Faramir says. "In your face!"

"Don't be such a fruit! As soon as I see Breck, I'll ask her." Boromir says.

"Sure, you will."

"Don't think I won't!"

"Anyway, Boromir, I never got a present and/or a CARD from you!" Mary says, hitting Boromir's foot with his own sword that she currently has in her possession.

"Owwwwwwwwww!"

Later on, at Denethor and Orliey's Party...

"Hi! Thank you for coming! Enjoy the party!" Denethor says, greeting people as they walk in.

"Hi! Hey, Dad, cool party!" Boromir says, walking in with Breck and followed by Mary and Faramir, who hope to get in unseen.

"And here's the birthday girl!" Denethor says, beaming with joy...or something.

"Eww. Back off." Mary says.

"Sorry! God, remind me to never wish you a happy birthday." Denethor says.

"You just did." Mary says.

"Hey, it's Eowyn! And OHMIGOD!!" Denethor screams.

"Yeah, so what? At least he's FAITHFUL!" Eowyn says, walking in with Grima Wormtongue.

"Wow, she's sunken so low." Faramir says mournfully, looking at Mary.

"So, Mary, when's your party?" Boromir asks, wandering over with Breck.

"Er, in a little bit."

"Cool! Can't wait to get into one of them make-out corners!" Boromir says, winking at Breck.

"Shame, shame!"

"Anyway, we're going to celebrate me and Orliey's wedding-to-be and then we can all go nextdoor and celebrate Mary's Birthday with Cake and Alcohol!" Denethor says.

"Oh, god." Mary moans.

"Anyway, Orliey bought another cake so we can all pig out!" Denethor screams. "Two cakes in one day!"

"Yeah, Sam made it!"

Sam starts to blush.

"Ok, dig in!!!"

So everyone kind of mauls the cake, grabbing as many slices as they can. Mary gets about 2 and goes to sit down, when over walks Faramir with 4 and Boromir with 10.

"10 freakin' slices of cake?" Mary says in disbelief.

"Well, there's a little thing called 'Firstborn Benifits'." Boromir says.

"Ok, sure. Also traslates as "I suck up to my dad so I can get more cake and sent on dangerous and perilous quests and get to climb to the top of the ruins of Osgiliath even though Faramir would have been the obvious and better choice and would have looked cooler with the banner and making the speech."" Faramir says.

"Wow..."

"Actually, Boromir looked cooler with the banner, but he got sent on a quest and DIED!" Mary says.

"Did you have to bring that up?"

"Yeah."

After a few minutes of conversing and all around congradulating the bride-and-groom-to-be, they all decide to head next door to Mary's party with CAKE and ALCOHOL (what every party needs!)

At Mary's Party...

"Hey! Cool apartment!"

"Cool! A walk-in liquor closet!" Pippin and Kay say.

"Yeah, but I dibsed it. Me and Breck are going to spend some meaningful time in there together." Boromir says.

"You know, you're a perv, Boromir." Mary says.

"Whatever. Come on, Breck, let's get in the closet before the perverted hobbits do." Boromir says.

"He's disturbing.." Mary says, putting on a CD.

"OOOH! Slow Song!" someone screams.

Eowyn and Grima go to dance and everyone just kind of watches.

"That's a bit weird. Didn't she reject him in Highschool?"

"Yeah, she was a cheerleader and he was a chess club addict, and she was too cool for him."

"Wow. A bit steriotypical, aren't we, Eowyn?"

"I will make no comment due to the fact that I have no idea as to what the word 'steriotypical' means."

"A bit on the dull side of the 'Sharpest Tools in the Shed' pile, aren't we?"

"Ha ha, that's all well and good for you to joke about now, but just you wait until I get my revenge."

"Ok, a angry shieldmaiden out for revenge..."

"Come on, Grima, we can go to my place. I can tell when I'm not wanted." Eowyn says, dragging Grima along to her apartment.

"Hey, let's all play TWISTER!!" Pippin says. "I'll do the spinner thing!"

"Ok, let me get my Twister game from the back room.."

Soon, Mary comes back with Twister and everyone decides to play. Except for Boromir and Breck, who have prior comitments in the closet...

"Ok, ready? Everyone, right hand blue!"

Everyone does that.

"Left hand green!"

"OWWWOWOWOW!"

Pretty soon, most everyone is tangled up in the Twister Game.

"Oh, my aching back! I'm too old for this.." Denethor moans.

"My poor furry feet!" Frodo wails.

"Mrodo, mmmph mhht m mm my mouf!" Tina says.

"Huh??"

"Left foot Green!"

"But out left hand is on there! I'm gonna die of the Twister-y Goodness!"

"Too bad!" Pippin cackles evilly.

"Owowowowow!"

Then..

"I...can't...take...it!" Denethor says, collapsing onto the floor mat thing.

"AHHH!!!!" Mary screams, going down also.

Remarkably, everyone else is left in tact.

"Ok, we're out, too bad, so sad." Mary says, un-sadly.

"Aww, man, I was on a roll!"

"Ok, sure."

So everyone else continues to play Twister. Soon, only Frodo, Tina, and Legolas (He was there all along!) are left, with everyone else cheering along on the sidelines.

"Woooo! Go everyone!" Mary says.

"Happy Birthday, love." Faramir whispers into her ear.

"Go Frodo!"

"Go TINA!"

"Ok. Right foot Red!" Pippin says.

"Oh no...!" Legolas says, as he falls down.

"Awww."

Now it's only Frodo and Tina competing for...a Fine Liquor Basket!!!

"All Right...Left foot yellow!"

"Dang nabbit!" Tina says, but manages to get her foot over as Frodo laughs.

"Ok, right hand red!"

"Oh no!!" Frodo says, as the audience lets out a collective gasp.

"Hahaha, got you fooled!"

"That was pretty stupid, Frodo." Mary says unamusedly.

"Ok, left hand yellow!"

"AHHHHHHH!" Frodo screams, going down.

"Got your reward, now didn't you?"

"Hahaha, Mary."

"Wanna make something of it, little man?"

"Calm down, love, it's just a stupid game of Twister." Faramir says soothingly.

"You're right, honey. Man, without you I'd probably wreak major terror on the world."

"I know, Mary, and that's why I'm here for you."

Suddenly, Breck and Boromir come tumbling out of the closet.

"Wow!" Boromir says, looking rather dazed and/or confused.

"Hmm?" Mary says, looking at Boromir.

"You missed the Twister Championships." Denethor says disapprovingly.

"Oh, dad, don't be such a spoilsport. After all, me and Breck had better things to do."

"Oooh, naughty little boy!" Faramir says.

"Just shut up."

"Sorry."

So everyone kind of just walks off to their rooms, after 2 wild parties and the threat of an even bigger day tomorrow...

A/N: Hmm, what is this weird thing that's coming tomorrow? Well, we'll just have to tune in and see! Drop me a line, and if you'd like to celebrate your birthday, let me know so we can fit it in sometime!