Disclaimer: Wow, I so wish I owned any of the things in this fic. (shakes head)

Dark Borg Drone: Yay! Cool name, and yes, you can have Aragorn.

Evenstar-archer: Thank you! There might be some snogging, but nothing more than that. PG-13.

Aussiesportstar: Alright, can do! I'm only putting you in because I already know a lot about you. The key to his undies? I don't think I want to know...

Lady Nicole Potter: Thank you! Choir, good... not sure about the whip... I have thought about becoming a pastry chef. It really is quite easy.

Aranel-Nenharma: Give me some information about you, and you're in. Glad I made you laugh. Plot? What plot? (looks around for a trace of a plot)

Wow, I was sort of expecting at least one flamer saying that this story is stupid and pointless... 'cause it is! Hahaha. Oh well. It's fun. (smiles) Ang is pronounced like the beginning of Angela, same with Angie. She's my friend at school. Oh, and other than Aus, can any of you drive? It may be, umm... 'important'.

Oh, and I think I forgot to mention that there is a queen sized bed and a twin sized bed in the downstairs bedroom.

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We all wake up and go downstairs. I get hot chocolate for everybody, as mornings here tend to be cool and foggy. I'm wearing jeans and a T-shirt, and the boys are wearing cargo shorts and T-shirts. Aragorn has camo shorts, Legolas navy blue, Paris a deep red, and Will chocolate brown.

"Hey, Aragorn. Go out and get the newspaper, will you?" I ask. He gets up groggily and opens the front door.

"Aragorn!" Comes a happy shout from outside. Aragorn slams the door and leans up against it, mug steaming in his hand, and a look of terror on his face.

"What?" He just stares at me with wild eyes. Sighing, I get up and get him away from the door and open it. He whimpers as I do so, and I slip out and close the door behind me.

"Hello!"

"Oh, it's just you, Eruanne. The way Aragorn came inside it made me thing some guy with a knife was chasing him." She has dark brown hair and blue eyes, and a dufflebag.

"No, just me." She smiles.

"Come on in." I motion with my hand and open the door. Inside, Aragorn is cowering behind Legolas, who is slightly afraid of whatever Aragorn is afraid of. My dogs growl softly.

"You are afraid of her?" Paris asks. Aragorn looks slightly embarrassed.

"This is Eruanne. You will be nice to her, and will not run away, Aragorn. She likes you. Here, I'll show you to your room." I take her to the downstairs bedroom. "You get to share the big bed with him." There is a knock at the door. "Come on out when you're ready."

Going back to the door, I wade through the dogs who are growling, and open it to see my friend Angie there. She too has a dufflebag, and long brown hair in a ponytail. "Hey Angie. Come on in." She catches sight of Will.

"Will!" She cries happily. I laugh.

"Upstairs, to the right." She skips off to the upstairs bedroom. Going outside, I get the paper out of the mailbox, and start walking back.

"Hey!" I turn my head, and see two more girls, one stepping out of the driver's side of a red truck, and another over the bed of the truck getting out a dufflebag.

"Hey Aus." I say to the one getting out, who is eighteen.

"Sergeant Keira Davies at your service!" Says the one getting her bag.

"She's always like that." Oh, I love her accent. Australian. She grabs her own bag and a sleeping bag from the bed of the truck, and they both follow me inside. Inside, a few of the dogs bark half-heartily.

"Two more to join the ranks!" I motion to Aus. "This is Aus," I now motion to Keira. "and this is Sergeant Keira Davies." She salutes. "Aus, you will be in the downstairs bedroom on the smaller bed." She nods her head, smiling, and goes off to put her stuff in there. "Sorry, but you will have to sleep on the couch, I don't have any more beds."

"That's alright." She puts her things down at the end of one of the couches. Eruanne is sitting close to Aragorn, so close that she is almost on top of him, and Angie is doing the same with Will on the other end of the couch. I sit down next to Paris as Aus runs in and glomps Legolas, sitting on his chest.

"Hello Leggy!" He looks at me slightly fearfully. I simply smile.

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HaHA!! Fangirls have entered! I do not need anymore fangirls.