Title: The Fellowship Underneath My Christmas Tree
Author: Becky Greenleaf
Summary: All she wanted for Christmas was an Elf. Just to wake up one morning and find Legolas underneath her Christmas tree, that was her dream. Well, one morning she woke up and there he was. But the slight problem was that it wasn't only him underneath that Christmas tree...
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humour/ Humour
Author's Note: Hi guys! Here's Becky Greenleaf again. Thank you all so much for the reviews! They were so very much appreciated! I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry, I really am. I've just been so utterly busy with school and all that, I really can't believe myself. I've totally let this story and all my writing as a matter of fact, go. I'm very sorry. Hopefully more updates will come in the following months.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings, I MAKE NO MONEY off this story, I am not related to or claim to know Peter Jackson, J.R.R. Tolkien or any of the actors/actresses of the Lord of the Rings. I am just a humble fan who enjoys writing. However, I do own this story, myself, my house, my Christmas tree and my backyard. :D However, I do not own a seven hundred dollar radio. I wish I did but I do not. I do not own The Peeps Company. I own A PACK OF PEEPS but not the company. Sorry. Also: no REAL animals were harmed in the writing of this story. Only the Peeps, which are candy creatures. I do not own Troy. I do not own Hector and Paris. I DO NOT OWN Pirates of the Caribbean. I do not own Will Turner and Jack Sparrow. I do not own the real people. They own themselves. I only own the two characters of Raine and Jodie. I do not own the Coca-Cola Company. I don't own Titanic or have any rights to the movie. I do not own Evian or have any rights to the company.
Chapter Thirteen: Floating to Florida
Yes, it has already been a year since the Fellowship had arrived on Earth-earth and their Christmas anniversary was fast approaching. They have gotten quite accustomed to life here and traipsing to the mall on a Saturday afternoon was customary. They now often wore Earth clothes and had been spoiled rotten by Becky (Legolas refuses to eat chocolate until the pieces are broken up into the exact size pieces that he requires them to be and have been thawed out for exactly one minute from the refrigerator). They had also adopted the language of ' extremely insane fangirl speech' and they spoke it extremely often or tossed it into every day conversations. They have adapted well to their new environment and were actually beginning to enjoy this new lifestyle.
But as the Christmas anniversary fast approaches…
School had just closed for the Christmas break and Becky was in her bedroom brooding over her latest school report. The Fellowship was all attempting to comfort her but to no avail.
"Well, Becky, I think it's a very pretty report," Missy said, attempting to comfort her cousin. "Those little hearts you drew on the cover really distracted us before we opened it."
Legolas nodded his agreement and handed Becky a large glass of Coke which she slurped loudly without enthusiasm. She didn't even give her customary squeal when Legolas (accidentally) touched her hand while passing her the glass.
At this, he and Aragorn exchanged concerned looks. Ever since Becky had arrived home from school, she hadn't been her normal squealing, shrieking and rather irritating self.
"I need another road trip," Becky went on, glaring angrily at the report book. "Smoke it, Gandalf!"
The wizard immediately aimed his staff at the offending report book which Becky had flung into the air. A beam of white searing light tore through the air and hit the report book. There was a blinding flash of light as it made contact with the report book. Seconds later when everyone looked back, there was no trace of the book.
"That's better. Thank you, Gandalf," Becky said with a sigh. She rewarded Gandalf with a pack of chocolate chip cookies. There was an immediate scramble between Gandalf and the Hobbits for the packet of cookies. The depressed Becky barely noticed.
"Well we could always go for another road trip but you know since the last time we went on the road trip what happened," Missy said. That sentence made everyone drift back off to their ill-fated road trip.
After they had taken off from the gas station, Becky and Missy warring for the wheel, a couple hundred kilometers down the road the bus had just shut down and refused to be restarted. They had done everything: they'd kicked it, they jumped up and down on it, and they even got the fellowship to try pushing the bus but to no avail. Gandalf had even sent a little spark at it from his staff but that didn't work either. It just set the bus on fire.
They'd ended up turning Gandalf's staff into a broomstick and everyone had clamored onto it and flew back home.
It was a miracle as to how they arrived back home, seeing as it was ten of them crammed onto ONE broomstick. But they had arrived home and life had continued its usual monotony, well as monotonous as you can get hiding the Fellowship in your bedroom.
"Well, look on the bright side," Missy said. "Christmas is coming up. Shopping, food, decorating, visiting relatives, turkey, ham, FOOD."
At this the Fellowship was salivating all over Missy and she was attempting to beat them off with Gandalf's staff. Becky still looked too depressed to notice and had turned on her TV and was scanning aimlessly.
However, in the way that inspiration comes to the insane, the idea struck Becky full force on the head. It came in the form of an ad boasting about cheap houses in Florida.
"OH MY GOD…that's it!" Becky said, squealing happily. She turned off the TV and grabbed her pink and purple day planner off the dresser, grabbed a pink scented pen and began scribbling in it maniacally.
"What's it?" Missy asked eyes wide and staring at her cousin with a very confused look.
"Our plan for this Christmas, you muffin, you!" Becky said, still scribbling and not yet looking up. "I can't believe I never thought of this before. We need to go to Florida!"
"Florida?" The Fellowship echoed. They'd never heard of this place before and all shared confused glances.
"Florida?" Missy echoed as well. "What are you, I mean, we going to do in Florida? Wait, wait, wait. This doesn't have anything to do with that boy you had a crush on moving there is it?"
"What boy?" Becky said, innocently but she had taken too long to reply. "Boy? What boy? Where boy?"
Missy shook her head and stared at her cousin, exasperated. "I don't believe you!"
"But Missy, it'll be fun. We can go to Florida and we can go shop! Lots of malls and stuff!" Becky said, hurriedly trying to persuade Missy. "And you know that I'm so over that boy. He is like, so last week's news. Only if we happen to see him..."
Missy was clearly having an inner struggle but she went against her better judgment and nodded. "Okay, okay. We're going to Florida."
The Fellowship exchanged a glance and it was wordlessly elected that Gandalf should be their mouthpiece. "Excuse us, but who said that we were going to Florida? If you don't remember, our last road trip went kaput."
"So pessimistic," Missy said, the idea of more adventure finally catching on. "This one will be well-planned. Right Becky?"
"Of course," Becky said, holding up her planner. "I've planned everything of course. Where we're staying, how we're getting that, what we're taking…"
She promptly launched into a trip tirade but everyone as usual, tuned her out. Pity, they should've listened or they'd have really known what they were getting themselves into.
The Fellowship was still grumbling collectively about the last ruined road trip.
Becky rolled her eyes and said finally, "But if you guys want to stay in my room till New Year's without food and be dodging from my parents…be my guests. Be warned: if I don't buy chocolate, no one will."
The Fellowship exchanged glances again and pushed forward Gandalf once more.
"Okay, okay. We reconsider. Florida, is it?"
'The next morning'
"Okay, I've planned everything out perfectly," Becky said. It was six o'clock and she was bustling about making preparations for their trip. She was flitting about, making calls on her cell phone (conjured by Gandalf) and generally looking extremely busy.
As for the Fellowship and Missy, they were all snail-walking about, practically sleepwalking. The Hobbits were still wearing their fuzzy pajamas and their hair was done up in curlers. Gimli had been woken up but he'd fallen back asleep almost instantly. Aragorn and Legolas were both wearing their face masks and had no visible facial expression at all. Missy was using Aragorn as a leaning post and was struggling to keep herself awake.
Gandalf was the only one looking relatively awake. He was brewing pot after pot of coffee with a handy coffee maker Becky had stolen…er, borrowed from her aunt's house.
As for Becky, she now had her handy planner out and was making notes like crazy. "Okay, does everyone know what the plan is?"
She was greeted by absolute silence; even the crickets had stopped chirping. She rolled her eyes and went on anyway.
"Okay, let's make this QUICK!" she said, turning into operation mode. "Missy and the Hobbits get downstairs and pack all the food you can find. If it's not enough, break into our grandparents' house and our aunt's and steal stuff there too. Leave a note of course, explaining ourselves. Gandalf, Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli start packing our clothes and varied supplies."
With this Becky handed over several large duffel bags, garbage bags, wooden baskets and oddly enough a large plastic dustbin to them.
"Excuse me, but Mistress Planner what are you doing?" Missy said, stopping the Fellowship who had been starting to move off lethargically to fulfill Becky's orders.
"Exactly that. I planned it. So therefore, I've done more than enough," Becky said, folding her arms and beginning a stare-off with Missy.
Then she turned to the Fellowship, eyes blazing, "What are you still doing here? MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!"
The Fellowship immediately dashed off to do Becky's bidding, much faster than they had before, dragging an unwilling Missy in their wake.
They split up to do their respective jobs, Missy leading the 'kitchen crew' downstairs on the tips of their toes.
Much to their fortune, the kitchen was well-stocked and no stealing…er borrowing was necessary from their relatives. They were also lucky that Becky's parents were still snoring away happily in their bedroom and were completely unaware of the activities taking place in Becky's bedroom and the kitchen.
Within seconds, their duffel bags were filled to the brim and it was quite a task to drag them back up the stairs. (Missy also had to keep beating the Hobbits off the food with a broomstick.)
When they arrived back upstairs, Becky's room looked like ten thousand hurricanes had hit it. Aragorn and Legolas were tossing clothes into suitcases like it was going out of style. They weren't even bothering to fold them. Gandalf was making Becky an iced coffee while the owner of the room was flitting about, trying to toss other random items into suitcases.
"What the heck happened in here?" Missy said, kicking some clothes off the bed and curling up on it. However, she was soon tossed off the bed as Becky pulled the mattress out from underneath her and began folding it up.
"What in the world are you doing?" Missy asked, indignantly from under the frame of Becky's bed where she had been rudely dumped.
"We're going to need this definitely," was Becky's extremely cryptic reply.
Missy just shook her head and accepted Aragorn's proffered hand and the Ranger easily pulled her off the floor. Missy gave a silent squeal behind Aragorn's back and refused to let go of his hand when he attempted to pull it back. The Ranger eventually gave up trying to extricate his hand from Missy's vice-like grip. He went back to tossing clothes (with one hand) randomly into the suitcases laid out on the floor.
Becky was now marching around the room, decked out in her Orlando Bloom T-shirt (specially dyed pink), her favorite blue jeans, extremely high pink heels and a yellow scarf around her neck. She was holding her iced Mocha Latte in one hand and her cell phone in the other. Gandalf was bringing up the rear, balancing Becky's planner, her ever-present pink purse and a box of cookies.
At that moment, Becky's cell phone rang and she snapped her fingers and Gandalf clicked the 'answer' button and held the phone to Becky's ear.
"This is what she has turned us into," Legolas muttered mutinously to Aragorn. "Pack mules and servants!"
The rest of the Fellowship overheard and nodded vigorously but couldn't do anything when Becky aimed a glare their way.
"We've been here for way too long," Pippin added from nearby where he'd been trying to pick the lock to the food bags. This statement evidently showed in exactly the way he made his statement.
"We've been suffering in silence for a year!" Legolas and Aragorn put in at the same time. "The rest of you are lucky but we've been here for a year!"
Becky quickly finished her phone conversation and immediately launched into business mode again. "Come on people! MOVE IT MOVE IT! Everything ready? We need to get a move on, NOW NOW NOW!"
Baggage responsibilities were assigned and everyone was soon dragging three suitcases each down the stairs. The Fellowship and Missy were herded out the door on the tips of their toes and out the front door. It was still very early and no one had woken up yet in Becky's neighborhood.
They marched down the road in single file, looking extremely odd indeed as the Fellowship had been forced to wear normal clothes (which were rather ill-fitting because the cousins had to keep stealing them from relatives) and Becky and Missy dressed oddly enough to attract attention anyway.
"Becky and Missy, won't your parents realize that you two are missing?" Gimli asked, helpfully, just in case the fangirls had forgotten.
"Of course, duh," they answered simultaneously.
"I left them a pink Post-It on the fridge saying I was spending Christmas with Missy over at Missy's house," Becky said.
At the same time Missy added, "I said that I was spending Christmas at Becky's."
"Totally foolproof!" the cousins said at the same time and burst into giggles.
The Fellowship exchanged horrified glances and neglected to mention that their plans had as much holes in it as moldy cheese.
"Come on, pick up the pace everyone!" Becky said, clapping her hands together and beginning to walk faster. "We have a long way to go and not much time to get there."
"It would help if we knew where we're going," Frodo said, as he and the other Hobbits attempted to keep step with Becky.
The rest of the Fellowship chimed in their agreements.
"We'll see when we get there," Becky replied, once again all mysterious. "Whenever we get there."
The Fellowship grumbled, moaned, groaned and did every other means of complaining as they walked through a lot of neighborhoods, past about six malls and soon, the Fellowship were beginning to pant and faint all over each other.
"You guys are embarrassing," Becky said, as they took what seemed to be the thousandth break. "Didn't you go all the way to Mordor? Didn't you run for how many days chasing those Urŭk-hai? Didn't you survive falls through fire and water? Didn't you survive huge battles?"
The Fellowship all looked extremely put out as they chugged water greedily from their specially bought bottles of Evian. The Hobbits had put up their umbrellas, Legolas had tied back his hair with a green bandanna (A/N: 'Wink Wink'), Aragorn was swabbing at his face with a handkerchief, Gimli had tied his beard to the top of his head and Gandalf was bathing himself with Becky's abandoned iced Mocha Latte.
"You've spoiled them too much," Missy said because even while complaining at them, Becky was running around administering water bottles, cleansed facial wipes and extra large bars of chocolate.
"There, there. Does it hurt my little Elf?" Becky said, scrubbing the dirt of Legolas' nose with a wipe. "Mrs. Becky Greenleaf will it make all better. Yes she will, pumpkin!"
"Oh no, she won't," Aragorn said, swooping down and saving the grateful Legolas from Becky's grasps. "We are sorry for our…momentary lapse. Let us be on our way."
"Momentary lapse?" Missy snickered to Becky as they led the way. "More like too much chocolate creating a bulge around the middle!"
The cousins snickered together rather evilly and Legolas and Gimli had to jump on Aragorn's back to stop him from whacking Becky and Missy over the head with his suitcase.
The rest of the journey was uneventful, inclusive of three more snack breaks and one other stop because Becky nearly broke her pink stiletto heel.
The time was an hour after noon when they arrived at their destination and the Fellowship and Missy looked none too pleased. Becky, however, clapped joyfully, let out a fangirl whoop and surged towards it.
For you see, Becky had led them straight to the local dock. They could see the pier and see the ocean beyond it as they stood behind a large fence on the pavement.
The smell of the sea water invaded their nostrils, accompanied by the scents of rotting fish and every other moldy thing under the sun. Oddly enough, the dock was deserted and Missy couldn't help sensing this as weird because the fishermen should be out and about and there should be some yachts around.
"Like, this is so not happening," Aragorn said, with a roll of his eyes. He slid his sunglasses down and pinched a clothes clip on his nose.
"Yep, I think I agree with Pippin. They've been here too long and we've definitely spoiled them," Missy said, also slapping a clothes clip on her nose.
Legolas peered out into the ocean over the tops of his Prada sunglasses and twitched his nose. "Eww."
As soon as Legolas said this, Becky came racing back to him, leapt on him and brought him down onto the concrete.
"I'M BEING ATTACKED! HELP! HELP!" Legolas shouted as he went down but the weight of Becky kept him there.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" Becky said. She held up three fingers and waved them in front of Legolas' face.
"Three," Legolas replied obediently. He tried to give Becky a mighty shove and toss her off but found it was impossible.
"What's your name?" Becky asked.
"Legolas Greenleaf," the elf replied, looking highly confused. "You know that. You just said not too long ago that your name was Mrs. Becky Greenleaf!"
"Does that mean you'll have me!" Becky squealed, clasping her hands to her chest and looking extremely happy.
The Fellowship and Missy rolled their eyes and just watched the exchange take place.
"In your dreams," Legolas shot back, having learned plenty 'Becky lingo' in his time on Earth-earth.
"You don't want to know what happens in my dreams," Becky said, winking at Legolas who promptly shuddered in horror. "Just kidding."
"When thou hearest the cry of the gull on the shore is thy heart still resting in the forest?" she said.
"Huh?" Legolas just stared back at her looking extremely puzzled. "What did you just say?"
He looked at the Fellowship and Missy for help but they all looked equally puzzled.
"I hate to say this, but I think I'm becoming the smart one," Becky said with a sigh. "Okay, see the pretty white birdy over there? What do you think when you hear him cry?"
Legolas scrunched his eyebrows together in concentration as he stared over Becky's shoulder at the seagull as it squawked loudly to its peers. "Um…that it might taste great if we took it to that Indian restaurant in the mall and they curried it?"
"Good boy," Becky said, finally getting off Legolas. She offered him a hand and pulled him up off the floor. She patted him on the head. "Here, have a cookie. Hell, take the whole package."
Legolas didn't bother to look a gift horse in the mouth. He snatched the pack from Becky and crammed about ten cookies in his mouth to prevent Aragorn from stealing any.
"Now, if you will please follow me," Becky said. She gestured to a conveniently open gate, only a few meters from where they were standing. She raced over to it and the Fellowship reluctantly followed.
Once inside the conveniently empty compound, Missy immediately tackled her cousin.
"Okay, now that that little impromptu session of insanity is over, what are we doing here?" Missy said, grabbing Becky by her long, brown ponytail and making her stand still.
"This is how we're getting to Florida," her cousin replied with the most duh expression Missy had ever seen.
"Oh no! Are you out of your mind?" Missy said whacking her cousin over the head. "On a boat? We're going to Florida ON A BOAT! Your mother wouldn't let you walk down the street by yourself and we're going on a boat?"
The Fellowship immediately erupted into frantic, loud chatter and began hurling statements left and right at the cousins.
"I'm not getting on a boat!" that was Frodo. "No amount of chocolate can get me on a boat."
"Sea water does horrors to my hair!" Legolas shrieked, beginning to tug at his hair.
"I don't know how to swim!" Sam protested indignantly.
"With my luck it'll be a purple boat!" that was Merry as he slapped on his sunglasses.
"Will they be serving strawberry smoothies?" was Pippin's inquiry. "I don't care. I AM NOT GETTING ON A BOAT. I've never been on one but the bus was bad enough."
"What if it sinks?" Gimli cried, memories of all those doomed ship movies Becky had forced him to endure, coming back to haunt him. "I'll never let go Jack!"
"Can you drive a boat?" Aragorn asked, glancing sideways dubiously at both Becky and Missy. Of course, he hadn't forgotten the road trip nor Becky's driving skills.
"What if there is NO BOAT?"
At this powerful but quiet statement, ten things happened simultaneously. Legolas stopped tugging at his hair and ranting about conditioner. Merry stopped babbling about purple Hobbit pupils. Sam stopped attempting the butterfly stroke on dry land. Frodo stopped nailing his feet to the ground. Aragorn stopped practicing turning an imaginary wheel. Pippin stopped trying to break the lock on the suitcase that contained the fruits and vegetables. Gimli quickly hid his copy of "The Titanic". Missy stopped trying to strangle Becky. Becky discontinued trying to beat Missy over the head with a suitcase. And Gandalf had begun to brew yet another iced coffee, this time for himself.
Of course, that very brilliant statement was made by no other than Gandalf. He was now calmly sipping on his iced coffee, his wizard hat traded for a baseball cap which sat backwards on his head.
He went on speaking, still in a very calm voice, "I can't have been the only one to notice that this place is so deserted, it's like the mall chocolate store after you lot have been to it. There is no one, not even a boat around. So, I gather, that we are not going on a boat."
Missy burst out into hysterical nervous laughter. "Not going on a boat? If we're not going on a boat, how are we getting to Florida? Tell me he's wrong, Becky. There's got to be a boat somewhere."
"Yeah, tell her Becky," Legolas said, chiming in. He was beginning to nervously nibble his fingernails.
"Um, well, there is NO boat," Becky admitted, nervously nibbling her own fingernail. "Gandalf was right. He usually is."
The Fellowship again erupted into hysterical loud chatter amongst themselves.
"No boat? What does she mean 'no boat'?" Sam said. "If there's no boat, are we going to swim there?"
At this statement everybody began panicking, more so than before.
"MY HAIR!" Legolas bellowed. He pulled a pink shower cap from his suitcase and put it over his hair.
"We're going to die!" Gimli screamed hysterically. "We'll swim into an iceberg and we'll all die!"
In the middle of everyone arguing, Becky had snuck out of the melee and was now quietly on the side, fixing her master plan. With a nod and a snap, she motioned Gandalf over and the two completed the final touches on her plan.
She signaled to Gandalf who shot a blast of light into the air from the end of his staff, complete with a loud bang. The reaction was instantaneous: the Fellowship immediately shut up and stared blindly at Gandalf.
"Muchas gracias, Gandy!" Becky giggled. She was so happy that the Fellowship had shut up, she had not realized that Gandalf was attempting to gag into his baseball cap.
"Right, anyway," she went on, turning her attention to the Fellowship. "Say hello to the S.S. Legolas Greenleaf!"
She gestured proudly behind her at the contraption she and Gandalf had been fixing.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Becky said, clapping her hands to Florida. "I guarantee we'll get there in an hour if so much. So what do you guys think?"
There was silence all around. Not even the ocean dared to spray up onto the dock. Even the seagulls had stopped looking for food and were just staring.
Before them lay Becky's king-sized mattress, with a broomstick handle attached to the middle of it and Becky's purple comforter wrapped around the handle, making a makeshift sail. On the sail in crude felt-tip marker was written "The S.S. Legolas Greenleaf."
Missy was the first one to break the silence with hysterically loud laughter. "You're joking right?"
The Fellowship with the exception of Gandalf uttered feeble laughs and said collectively, "You're kidding right?"
"Er, no I'm not and you're wasting valuable time and my readers will kill us so GET YOUR BUTTS ON THE MAT…er, deck," Becky said, clapping her hands and shooing the Fellowship like sheep.
Seeing Becky zooming towards them, the Fellowship had no choice but to scramble aboard the mattress, er, deck.
It was a bit of a tight squeeze but they all managed somehow to fit and managed to pile their suitcases along with them. Becky and Gandalf climbed in after them, creating even more of a tight squeeze. Becky was practically sitting in Missy's lap who was sitting in Legolas' lap who was in Aragorn's lap.
"Isn't this comfy?" Becky said to Missy who giggled. Aragorn and Legolas both look highly displeased.
"Okay, Gandalf HIT IT!" Becky said, making sure to keep a firm grip on Missy who hooked onto Legolas who latched onto Aragorn who groaned and hooked onto the mattress.
Gandalf pointed his staff at the boat and suddenly it was miraculously whizzing through the ocean and heading into very deep water. The Fellowship clung to each other for dear life. Many of them were screaming for their mommies and chocolate.
"FLORIDA HERE WE COME!"
Whew! Okay, there ends Chapter 13. I hope you enjoyed it everyone. I had a lot of fun writing it. Hehee. However, I don't advise the whole "Floating to Florida" on a mattress business. It's not safe.
Don't worry everyone. Chapter 14: Christmas in Florida will arrive later in the week. And hopefully, I shall update more often 'crosses fingers' And without further adieu…your long-awaited Review Notes.
Review Notes:
Legolas's Girl-LOL…I'm really sorry. I've finally updated. Please forgive me 'Legolas eyes'. I'm glad your liked my story. Thank you so much for your review and here's a new chapter!
Lady Tabitha of Trebond-Ooh! I'm so happy that you loved this story and thought it was brilliant. 'is really happy' Thank you so much for your review and I really hoped you liked this chapter.
MordeMe-Hi! I agree, poor Boromir deserves lots of love, hugs and chocolate! I'm glad you liked this story. My story rocks…'does happy dance' Hehhee…sporks…left shoes…'giggle' I'm worried so I'm definitely updating ;). I'm really sorry this took so long to update. Thank you so much for the review!
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Storyteller-Thank you for the review and the comment. I really hope you liked this chapter!
blueskiezrusty-Hi there! I'm so glad that you love my ficcie. I know, I do feel a teensy bit sorry for poor Gandalf for the evilness we put him through. I know, I totally feel the lack of Hobbit love and I did my best to make up for it in this chapter. Sorry this update took so long but here it is and I hope you enjoy.
Baileymag-Hey there! I know…I feel so horrible that the last chapter was late and this one is late too. Hmm…well there's always a possibility for the temps returning for Christmas but then again, that's between you and me…and the rest of the people out there reading this story! You'll just have to stay tuned. I loved that you left me such a long review! Thank you so much for that incredibly long review. It made me so happy to open up my inbox and see this really long review. I just feel horrible that I haven't updated in forever and didn't get to reply earlier. Thank you for the Merry Christmas and Pippin New Year! (Missy also says thank you.)
xXxPirateChicaxXx-I'm so glad that you thought the previous chapter was hilarious. Hehe…I know…poor Fellowship. I'm sorry this update took so long but it's finally here. Thank you for the review!
SerpentsDaughter-LOL…I totally feel where you're coming from with the pink. Hehee…Missy and I just can't help being naturally insane, that's the way we are and probably always will be. I hope you enjoy this chapter and thank you for your review!
Manson-I know, I feel horrible now for not updating sooner. Thank you so much for the review and I promise the next chapter will be up sooner. Hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Breck-Hehehhee…hello again, dear. I'm glad that you enjoy my story. It makes me so happy! 'squee' YO MAN! Who said he was YO MAN! ;) Anyways, I hope you forgive me for this lateness as well. I feel so terrible. I know the feeling about not updating…I'm so behind in everything. I know, I would love to update twice a day but…LOL…no energy. Too tired. Must rest. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thank you for the review!
Queen of Twilight-I'm so sorry I haven't updated sooner. I feel horrible. I know, I feel for Èowyn. I really do. But deep deep down, I'm still laughing at her! I'm sorry for the Pippin slippers thing :D I'm so glad you liked Chapter 12 and I hope you enjoy this chapter just as much. Thank you for your review!
P.S. TO EVERYONE: I love really long reviews. Just thought I'd mention it. Also if I forgot to say thank you to anyone, I'm sorry and I'll make up for it in the next chapter.