Sorry I haven't updated and sorry it's so short. It'll eb awhile before I get to this again, my Will story is next on my list, but I'll do my best.
It took me a full 30 minutes to get Kurie to stop making mad grabs for Legolas and giggling like a maniac. Legolas did something I never expected him to do; he hid behind me! I have to admit, seeing him do that made me laugh quite a bit.
When I finally got Kurie calmed down, I explained the situation to her. I told her that for the meantime, I had to lay low with my guests, and that they needed to be a LOT less suspicious. She offered to keep Legolas for a while, of course, but I turned her down flat. No way was I going to be left alone with all these hobbits.
We took Kurie's car as well, since there was no way we were all going to fit in my little two-door. It was a tight squeeze already! Kurie wanted to take Legolas, but I made her take Frodo and Sam. I wanted to make her take one of the twins of chaos, but Sam and Frodo cannot be separated without a rather large axe and a hammer.
Getting them into the mall was another trial, what with all the large-eyed innocence or blatant distrust. Once inside, it became even harder. I began to wonder what I had been thinking, taking them to the mall! How was I ever going to keep track of them all?
Kurie laid a hand on my shoulder when she noticed me getting a little nervous, braking to the hobbits to stay with me, as if they were children, and making inarticulate growls at Legolas every time he made a disparaging comment. "It'll be all right." Kurie smile, and gestured to the hair salon just across from us. "Let's start there."
"Aren't clothes more important?" I asked, eyeing our motley crew. There was no way we were not going to be noticed. "Pippin!" I cried out as I saw the hobbit wandering off towards the food court.
"We might as well start from here and work our way back." Kurie pointed out, and I nodded.
Kurie and I dropped off our charges with instructions to cut their hair in whatever style seemed best for them and least noticeable and went off in search of a shop that carried hobbit size clothing. This was no easy task, as they were most of them to thick for children's, not being built quite the same, and far too short for anything else! 45 minutes later, we wandered back to the hair salon. Most of the hobbits had ended up with short hair, too like their alter-egos for my liking, except for Sam, who mostly looked like he had gotten a trim. My eyes wandered the room and found Legolas being fawned over by the haircutters, all putting finishing touches on his now curly and DARK hair. We quickly hustled him out, extremely annoyed, as I did not want him to look MORE like Orlando, but things did not get much better.
I was beginning to consider skipping everything and going straight to buying a gun, when I noticed the gathering group of girls recognizing our tallest. Kurie rapidly moved to try to deflect some of the girls. I turned quickly to Legolas. "Many girls are going to approach you thinking you are Orlando Bloom. Do not, under any circumstances, say you are. Tell them people tell you that a lot and politely excuse yourself."
When I turned back, two of our hobbits were gone. "Kurie!" I called desperately. She turned back to look at me, and the girls descended like a swarm on poor Legolas, but I was too nervous to help him. "Where are Merry and Pippin!"