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"Laura!" she hissed. "What the heck is going on?"

"I haven't the slightest clue," she replied honestly. "Good thing my mom's away for the weekend."

Abby then left and led the Fellowship into the living room, making a light conversation with them. Laura turned to Aragorn and smiled.

"Come along, Sir Aragorn, and I'll try to get you all fixed up," Laura said kindly and escorted the ranger to her kitchen. "Lovely way to meet someone, isn't it? Getting smacked in the nose and all."

Aragorn stared at her in slight confusement at her statement, but laughed, still holding his nose.

"It certainly is not a very pleasant way to make an acquaintance, especially if you are the one being hit in the nose," Aragorn replied. Laura stared at him, somewhat in embarrasment. Aragorn laughed merrily and assured her once more that it wasn't her fault. She nodded and went to fetch his ice and gauze pads. At the rate this day was going, this was going to be quite an interesting weekend.

Chapter: The Headaches Are Slowly Rolling In...Break Out The Advil!

On their way to the kitchen, Laura swiped a chair from the dining room and instructed Aragorn to sit down and tilt his head up towards the ceiling. 'Whoa, that's a lot of spiders," Aragorn thought to himself as he watched the many spiders crawling around on the ceiling. Laura grabbed some ice from the freezer and put it in a zip-lock baggie and handed it to a very greatful Aragorn. His nose had swollen slightly from Laura's hand when she had hit him earlier. Aragorn smirked at his foolishness not too long ago when they had first arrived in this girls' home. The girl was most certainly startled when she saw them. But then she just stared at the floor for a while with a blank expression on her face. Aragorn assumed that she was thinking, but he wasn't quite sure, so he walked up to her and shook her by the shoulders. He didn't mean to take her by surprise, not that their arrival was enough of a surprise, and in return she hit him in the nose. Then Aragorn began to debate whether she hit him on accident or not. She appeared to be really sorry, but she still could have done it out of self defense. Aragorn was brought out of his thoughts when Laura tapped him on the shoulder. Aragorn tilted his head level slightly so he could see her.

"Hey, I'm gonna go and get you some gauze pads, alright?" Laura said.

Aragorn nodded and Laura began to exit the room, but Aragorn called for her to wait before she left.

"My lady, what is your name?"

Laura turned around and smiled politely before replying, "Laura." Then she left to fetch his gauze pads which were located in the hallway closet upstairs. As soon as she left the kitchen four hobbits came zooming past her. Laura's breath caught in her throat and she flattened herself against the wall.

"Sorry!" Merry said.

"Ahh!" Pippin cried.

"Please excuse us," Frodo said apologetically.

"Run Mr. Frodooo!" Sam wailed.

She stared wide eyed after the quartet of hobbits as they ran into the refuge of the kitchen.

"I'm not even gonna ask," Laura eased up a bit and was about to continue when Legolas hurridly scurried up to her side. She let out an 'eep' and threw her body against the wall once more; her chest rapidly expanding and contrasting as her lungs fought for air and her heart racing from shock. Legolas bowed his head and muttered an apology, nervously looking back towards the living room where Abby, Gandalf, Gimli, and Boromir momentarily resided. After Laura had finally regained a normal breathing pattern she curiously followed Legolas's gaze and found that it led to the one and only giddy, rabid, 'Legolas-Shall-Be-Mine-Try-To-Take-Him-And-You-Will-Never-Know-The-Meaning-Of-Peace-Ever-Again' Abby. Laura groaned inwardly and rested her head on the wall. Abby was grinning ear to ear and gazed at Legolas lustfully. Legolas blanched and averted his gaze away from the living room. Laura assumed that Abby must have began 'proclaiming her love' to Legolas. If she began reciting what she has said to Lauras' cardboard cutout in the past (before it was destroyed :( sniff), Legolas had good reason to be afraid.

'But what about the hobbits? What on earth could have Abby said to send them running?' Laura thought to herself. 'On second thought, I don't think I want to know.' Laura gave Abby a stern look that she often directed towards her. It was the kind of look saying "Please do not do anything to cause me grief". Perhaps that could be why Laura had acquired the nickname 'mom' in her little circle of friends.

"Do I even want to know what has happened in these last five minutes?" Laura asked Abby.

"I don't know. Probably not," Abby grinned wider. "but I'm gonna tellya anyways!"

Laura shut her eyes and bounced her head off the wall as Abby talked on and on about how damn hott Legolas was and how it's just not possible for any living being to be as drop-dead-gorgeous as him. As much as this was all oh so true, it gets annoying after about three years. As Laura continued to smack her head against the wall she realized three things. First off, everyone had stopped what they were doing and stared at her out of confusion and concern; probably more out of concern for her mental stability. Secondly, Aragorn and the four hobbits had come from the kitchen with curiousity written all over their faces like someone had taken a black perminent marker and drew little curly mustaches all over their faces. And thirdly, her head began to hurt immensely. Laura stopped abusing her head and turned towards the stairs.

"If you will all excuse me," she said in a very calm, soft tone of voice. "I'm going to go and get Aragorn's gauze pad. After that, I do not wish to talk, but I would just love to lie down and think that this is all a dream." Then she walked away and up the stairs.

Abby and the Fellowship stared after her until she disappeared up the stairs. They then turned to Abby, expecting an explanation for her companion's behavior. What they recieved was a very errupt shout of glee. They nearly jumped out of their pants. (A/N: hoho, Abby would've LOVED that )

"They're sleeping over too?" Abby cried happily. "Oh my GOSH! This is gonna be so much fun!"

Gandalf intended on interrupting her little moment of gay-ness (A/N: not gay gay--but happy gay, you know, the old version before someone decided to twist and corrupt 'gay's true meaning) by clearing his throat rather loudly, but had no effect. He cleared his throat again. No response. He cleared his throat loader than before and started to cough. Still no response from Abby. It was only when Gandalf was at the point of hacking his head off that Abby turned her attention to the wizard.

"Hey, old man. You gonna croak or somethin'? Would you like some water? 'Cause that's getting really annoying," Abby raised her eyebrows, waiting for an answer. Gandalf glowered at her rudeness, shifting on the couch and muttered something that sounded something like, "Likewise, you insufferable wretch." Legolas heard this and he arched an eyebrow in amusement. It wasn't everyday you heard Gandalf say something like that about a lady. Abby glared at Gandalf.

"What did you just say to me?" Abby demanded.

"Nothing, it was nothing," Gandalf replied and pulled out his pipe.

"Hey!" Abby shouted, stood up and swipped Gandalf's pipe from under his nose. Gandalf stared at her in disbelief, as did the others watching the scene unfold. "One, nothing is something, and two, Laura will kill if you smoke in her house."

Abby was quickly becoming irritated with the wizard and she swore she heard him say something, and it probably wasn't very nice either. Most of all, she knew how Laura was against smoking and if she caught Gandalf smoking a pipe in her living room, ohhhh... that was a side of Laura that no one wanted to see.

Gandalf grumpily took his pipe back from Abby him and put it away in the folds of his robes. 'Well,' he thought to himself. 'at least I have her attention.' He sat back in the couch and concentrated on what has happened thus far. They, the Fellowship of the Ring, had followed Elrond into a magical portal located inside his closet. The portal led them into some sort of void where everyone was very out of character. Then the portal dropped them off in a dark, long hallway where they met a questionable character named Nibbles, and his companion Spitzy. Elrond was forced into a portal to a place called 'The Sixties' and now they are stuck in this '2004' world, in the home of two young women, and they must stay in this world until three days have passed. Spitzy is to come back to this world and collect them to take them back to Middle Earth as soon as three days are up. Gandalf knows many spells, but none dealing with a situation such as this. All they can do now is wait for the return of the stuffed duck and hope that the girls are willing to host them for three days.

Boromir stood and approached Abby in a friendly manner and bowed his head curtiously.

"My lady, I am Boromir from the land of Gondor. We are terribly sorry that we--"

"Ya, ya, I know who you are. It's that stupid wizard with the big nose I have to talk to!" Abby growled non too kindly.

"Oh, and I'm Abby. That was Laura who went upstairs, and this is her house," Abby smiled but that quickly changed when she turned back to Gandalf. "and YOU said something about me, I know it."

Gandalf stared at her in bafflement. Why won't she just LET IT GO?

"Come on gramps, I heard you say something," Abby growled again.

'Gramps?' Boromir, Gimli, and Legolas thought.

"My dear girl, you must learn to let things of the past go," Gandalf said sagely. Hopefully the 'old and wise' look would appeal to her, or perhaps 'I'm older and smarter-I'm right, you're wrong-I'm big, you're small' thing. But nooooooope. Abby was a rock.

"OUT with it geezer, you said something and I DEMAND to know it!" Abby screamed at the top of her lungs.

Boromir cringed at her shrillness and Legolas just about doubled over, a voice in his head screaming, "The pain, the pain!"

Gandalf was quickly losing his temper and stood up. The room became dark and smaller as Gandalf grew taller and taller. Abby was just a little timid but when she realized what was going on she smiled to herself and completely forgot what she had been so upset about few minutes prior.

"Hey!" Abby exclaimed. "This is from the Fellowship of the Ring! I remember this part!"

Everyone looked at her curiously. Just then, Abby clamped a hand over her mouth. That probably wasn't such a great idea. Abby was smarter than she acted and when she realized that Boromir was still with the Fellowship, she figured that they haven't reached the end of the first movie yet and that she probably shouldn't tell them anything about the movies. Gandalf reduced his size and setteled down a tid bit. The girl knew something he didn't and he assumed that it had something to do with them.

"What did you say?" Gandalf asked Abby. Abby kept her hand over her mouth and shook her head wildly.

"Lady Abby," Boromir attempted to get the answer out of her. "what did you say? You mentioned 'the fellowship of the ring'. That is what us nine are called. How do you know of us?" Abby refused to tell, but she did speak a little.

"Gandalf wouldn't tell me what he said, so I'm not either!" Abby said rather childishly and crossed her arm's over her chest. Well, that was that. No more would be said of the matter.

Gandalf and Boromir sighed.

"Ooookay peoples," another voice entered the conversation. "I've got the gauze pads." Laura had finally come back down the stairs. Abby sighed and ran over to meet Laura.

"Oh my friggin' gosh, Laura! What took you so long? These people are killing me!" Abby exclaimed dramatically.

"My lady, be assured that we are certainly not 'killing' anyone," Legolas insisted. Abby turned on her heel and faced Legolas with a girly grin and replied rather politely.

"Of course you wouldn't kill anyone, my dear Legolas. You're too--" Abby was cut short and interrupted oh-so-kindly by a very tired Laura.

"Okay everyone, just can it for a second!" Laura growled. Everyone complied in return. Laura took a breath to calm herself before continuing. "I apologize for being such a snippy-snappy-crab-apple-thingy, but I have got a very bad headache, and this isn't exactly the best time to have one."

"Oooh," Abby had a sudden mood change and said in a very understanding tone. "that time of month?"

"No!" Laura blushed and walked towards the kitchen to tend to Aragorn. She hated it when people always assumed that was what her problem was, though that's what it is most of the time. She arrived to the kitchen and found Aragorn and the hobbits listening to the conversation intently. They looked at her questioningly.

"What is 'that time of month'?" Pippin asked innocently. Laura blushed again.

"Uh," Laura hesitated. She didn't exactly want to explain P.M.S. to a hobbit at the moment, or any other moment come to think of it. "Girl problems."

"What kind of girl problems?" Pippin asked again. Laura's face was radiating heat and she averted her gaze from the men in the room.

"Uh, I don't really feel like explaining it. Maybe you could get Abby to tell you." Laura said quickly and walked over to Aragorn. Now, hopefully, she could get around to attending Aragorn and moving on to the next part of the night, the part she so very much dreaded: Discussing things. In just a few moments she had the gauze pad on Aragorn's nose. She didn't know how exactly that would help him when all he had to do was shove tissues up his nose, but she could care less right now. Now that that was taken care of she could grab some advil. She walked over to a shelf above the sink and grabbed a bottle of advil and a glass and filled it with water. Oh, how she loved that few seconds of sugary sweetness she got from that sugar coated pill. She put the used cup in the dishwasher and faced the confused looks of the man and four hobbits. Laura sighed and waved her hand, dismissing their obvious question.

"Modern technology," they were still confused but nodded.

"Come on, we've got lots and lots of talking to do," Laura said and led them to the living room and added an afterthought, more to herself then the men following her. "and I'm not going to like it at all."

A/N: Heeeello there peoples! I'm sorry that this chapter has been delayed longer then the rest of the previous chapters. I've gotten back into school mode (and I'm hating every minute of it) and I'm just so freakin' busy! So I apologize if I don't update for a week or two at a time. I highly suggest doing what I often do: Read other stories to entertain youself until the next chapter is posted. I read like, 10 stories at a time. I looooove reading fanfictions. BESIDES that. If you've noticed, I actually passed the reigns over to Abby for a while. You see, Laura can easily become agrivated with people when she's not in a good mood or not feeling well. And I don't know about some people, but this kind of situation is a lot of weight for Laura to carry in one night. I mean, you're hosting nine men (not really) in your home while your mother is away! Yikes, I wouldn't be able to do that.

I'm having a tid-bit of writer's block lately, so if some of these chapters seem corny to you, it's because I'm desperate to update for you reviewers who have so kindly stuck with me for these past six chapters! If you think that they're a little on the 'cheesey' side, PLEASE tell me so I can take a few extra days off to read through and revise my stories.

Send me ideas! Maybe an idea for dialog, an action, a scence...whatever. Please review. I LOOOOOOOOOOVE YOOOOOOOOOOU AAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLL!!!! --Oo; sorry if I scared you. I can't help it. It's just so much fun:D

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