AN/ ooh, very pleased indeed I am. When I looked in my inbox today I found
all these lovely little reviews awaiting me.
Disclaimer: despite ferocious attempt to claim ownership over anything, Lamoo has been reduced to being pleased to own Gandalf's dress, some cornflakes and a few dead movie tickets from POTC. No claim of ownership is made on anyone in the fellowship or anyone else. The only people Lamoo owns are herself and Legolas's friend Salkel, who will be making an appearance later.
Oki doki then, here is chapter two. Oh yes, if anyone else can think of a better name for this fic, please, please, PLEASE let me know. I think 'the fellowship and the elf next door: the adventures continue' is kina lame. Hmm, hopefully would have thought up a title by the end. Ooh, I know.
I have a couple of ideas. I want you all to vote for which one you like best in your review.
The choices are. -The Fellowship and the elf next door: the adventures continue Or -A wasted web space concerning an elf or two Or - The misled adventures of Haldir's cronies. Or.. Yes, there's more - Robin Hood, who has no part in this fanfiction
I'll let you guys decide. Please vote. Or if you can come up with something else.
Also, a itty bit of German here. Please tell me if I get it too mucked up and accidentally ask for a stepladder instead of a cup of coffee. I'm not particularly good at German, so please bear with me with the itty bits that are in this chapter.
And finally, my apologies to everyone that this chapter took so long to be written. Especially to Mr Bean who has been asking me nearly every day when the next chapter will be up.
Ok, here is chapter 2 of the 'unnamed fanfiction tagging along behind TF&TEND'. enjoy!
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Previously, Legolas had an accident concerning his hair and some glue, Gimli got stuck in the window, Legolas scored a spongebob squarepants toy and Gandalf dazzled them all in his red dress.
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"No, seriously Gandalf," said Legolas. "You're not really going to wear that dress?"
The wizard smouldered. "What? Don't you like it?" he asked crossly.
Legolas shook his head. "No, no, that's not what I mean at all. I love it in fact. Just not on you."
Gandalf's lower lip trembled.
Legolas sensed he was on dangerous territory but continued anyway. "It's a wonderful dress." He said. "And it goes with your eyes and every thing, and I love the shoes, but,"
"But what?" replied the wizard, growing increasingly more annoyed that the elf didn't like his clothing choice.
"But that is a women's dress." Aragorn helpfully pointed out, taking the words right from Legolas's mouth. The elf nodded in agreement and the ranger continued. "Gandalf, last I recall, you were not a women."
"Have you ever actually seen what's underneath those robes? I know I haven't," whispered Gimli to the elf. Legolas shook his head in reply.
Aragorn spoke again. "Gandalf, please go and change. Or you can't come with us to breakfast."
The wizard hung his head and sighed. "Ok, you win." He declared.
Aragorn smiled as Gandalf stalked away to get changed.
Legolas picked himself off the floor and dusted the dirt off the seat of his pants. "And you dwarf boy," he said to Gimli. "Are also not coming with us dressed like that."
Gimli skulked off to change his clothes leaving Legolas and Aragorn alone in the kitchen.
Legolas seemed to have forgotten about his hair until he glimpsed is reflection in the window. The elf wailed in despair and began a search for the happy pills.
"Top shelf of the pantry," Aragorn informed the elf, without even asking what Legolas was looking for. Legolas nodded his thanks and stood on tiptoes to rummage around on the top shelf. He found the little blue bottle containing his precious happy pills and tipped half the bottle into his hand. Then the elf popped them all into his mouth and swallowed them all at once.
Then the hobbits emerged from their bedrooms all neat and dressed, ready to go. Gandalf appeared a moment later in his baggy jeans and surf brand shirt and skate shoes in a pathetic attempt to look 'cool'. Gimli sauntered out of his room in a pair of orange trousers, a green shirt and a spotty yellow vest.
At this particular moment, Legolas was glad Gimli and Gandalf had such bad taste, everyone would be busy looking at them rather than at the elf's bright red hair.
Aragorn led the way to the cars parked in the driveway. Only then did anyone realise only five people could actually fit into Legolas's car.
"I'll drive the hobbits," offered Frodo, moving over and unlocking the door of his orange mini. Merry and Pippin clamboured into the back seat of Frodo's car. Pippin whacked is head on the top of the door and swore loudly, which caused him to receive a sour look from an old lady walking her vacuum cleaner.
Legolas glared at the lady, recognising her immediately as the lady with the pet salami he had accidentally squished when he was driving his old Red Ferrari. The old bat shook her fist at the fellowship and then gave them the finger before running away with her vacuum cleaner under her arm.
Legolas rolled his eyes and unlocked the doors of his own car. "I'll drive if you want," offered Aragorn.
Legolas shook his head. "No." he said. "Last time someone else drove my car they crashed it." The elf glared at Merry and Pippin, who hurriedly closed the car door of Frodo's mini. Sam climbed into the passenger seat and Frodo pulled out his pile of phone books from under the seat and sat down infront of the steering wheel.
"Hurry up." Whinged Gandalf.
Legolas shrugged. "All right already. Get in the car." He ordered. Gandalf and Gimli shot into the back seat and Legolas fought Aragorn for the steering wheel. The elf won and Aragorn sulked in his seat.
Soon they all in the car and Frodo realised he had no idea where they were driving. "Merry?" said Frodo
"Yea?" replied the other hobbit.
"Do you know where we're supposed to be going?" Frodo asked.
Merry shook his head, as did Pippin. Sam spoke. "Why don't you just follow Legolas's car?"
Frodo was surprised at the logicality of it all and agreed that that was a good idea. The orange mini pulled out of the driveway behind the silver Porsche (AN/ it was a Porsche wasn't it?)
Legolas put his foot down and the Porsche sped around the corner, narrowly avoiding a telegraph pole and a letterbox. The elf honked the horn at anyone who dared step out onto the pavement and continued his reckless drive to the restaurant. The orange mini followed behind. At this current time, even though when Legolas was quite a good driver when sane, Frodo seemed to have more control of the car. The mini calmly put putted along behind the speeding Porsche, managing to keep up without hitting anything or going outrageously over the speed limit.
Soon Legolas yanked the steering wheel to the left and pulled into the car park. It took the hobbits a moment to register where he'd gone, but after they'd worked it out, they chucked a uey and pulled into the car park. (AN/ uey is Lamoo language for u-turn)
The door of the Porsche opened and the elf and the ranger tumbled out of the car. Legolas was trying to defend blow to the head, Aragorn furiously trying to smack the elf's head with the gearstick. It obviously hadn't occurred to Aragorn that the car needed the gearstick. Gimli yanked Aragorn backwards off the elf and the pair of them stumbled backwards. Legolas stood up hurriedly and took cover behind Merry and Pippin. Gandalf stepped out of Legolas's car, unfazed, and skipped up the path towards the restaurant doors.
The hobbits and Gimli followed leaving Legolas to run after them with Aragorn on his tail, the ranger angrily brandishing the gear stick out of the elf's car.
The electric doors slid open and the fellowship was suddenly hit with a cold gust of air-conditioned air. Legolas sidled to the front of the group and confirmed their reservation. The fellowship followed a waitress to a table.
The hobbits all sat down in their seats. Merry scowled crossly. "Could someone please get us hobbits here a booster seat?" he asked. The waitress nodded and went to fetch five booster seats.
Gimli sniffed indignantly as the waitress handed him a booster seat. Gandalf snickered into his hand as both Legolas and Aragorn barked at Gimli to sit on the booster seat and shut up. The dwarf cursed under his breath and sat crossly while Legolas ordered some drinks.
"Was möchten sie?" the waitress asked. It was only then that the hobbits, Aragorn, Gimli and Gandalf realised Legolas had taken them all to a German restaurant.
Legolas turned to the others. "What do you want?" he asked everyone.
"Mushrooms!" chorused Merry and Pippin together. "By the way, what did that waitress say?"
Legolas sighed. "She asked what I wanted."
"And since when have spoke German?" piped up Gimli.
Legolas shrugged. "Dunno," he remarked. "Ever since Lamoo started learning it at school and made a pathetic attempt to speak it all the time. I sorta picked it up."
The fellowship nodded. Merry and Pippin spoke again. "We want mushrooms, and milk and potato salad."
"Why in the world do you two want potato salad?" asked Aragorn. "Normal people have bread and cereal and fruit and stuff for breakfast."
"They're not normal Estel," muttered Legolas out of the corner of his mouth, only loud enough so Aragorn could hear. The elf continued. "Anyway, are you sure you want mushrooms and milk and potato salad?"
The pair of hobbits nodded. Sam spoke. "I don't see why we couldn't just eat at home. They Legolas wouldn't have to bother with the German, besides, do any of you trust him? I have a sneaking suspicion he might tell the waitress I want a packet of enveloped in stead of a stack of pancakes."
Legolas frowned. He had been planing to do the exact thing. He sighed. "We're eating here mainly because I don't want to eat your cooking. Also here, there is not even a remote chance that Lamoo might appear with her cronies. Neither Frodo nor me have been particularly popular with Lamoo's mate Mr Bean. As for the German, the waitress does speak English, Elvish, Spanish, Orcish as well as German. I'm just practising mine."
The waitress tapped her foot impatiently. "Are you going to order or what?" she asked crossly.
Legolas nodded. "Yes fine, two helpings of mushrooms, milk," he began. "Und zweimal Kartoffelsalate, ein tasse Kaffee,"
"Eh?" said Aragorn.
Legolas shook his head. "Don't worry about it, I haven't ordered yours yet."
Aragorn nodded and picked up the menu. "Um, I think I might have some French toast, and some coffee."
"And I'll have the same," added Gimli. "As well as toast with jam and a glass of orange juice."
The waitress was scribbling down the orders on her pad of floral notepaper. "Sonst noch etwas?" she asked.
"Heh?" said Aragorn.
Legolas rolled his eyes. "She asked if we wanted anything else." He paused for a glance at the menu. "Uh, I think I'll have eggs and bacon."
Frodo and Sam piped up and said that they'd have eggs and bacon too. Gandalf meanwhile was staring at the ceiling.
"I think I feel like some French fries." He mused.
"For breakfast?" asked Legolas. The wizard nodded and the elf shrugged. "Fine." He said, turning to the waitress. "Er möchtet einmal Pommes Frites." Legolas told the waitress.
"Mit Mayonnaise oder ohne alles?" she replied.
Legolas grinned evilly. "Mit bitte." He said. "Is that everything?" he asked the fellowship. They all nodded and the waitress strode away to place their order.
"What's a pommes frites Legolas?" asked Frodo.
"French fries." Legolas replied. "With mayonnaise."
Gandalf pulled a face. "Chips with mayonnaise?!" he exclaimed. "That's like spaghetti flavoured ice cream."
"They have that too if you want it."
The fellowship shuddered. Then the made small talk while they waited for their food to arrive.
All of a sudden Frodo glimpsed something on the other side of the room and started to squeak and wriggle.
"Mr Frodo?" spoke up Sam. "what's the matter?"
"M-m-m-mr B-b-b-bean." Frodo stuttered. It was true. There, at the front of the restaurant, was the, in Legolas and Frodo's opinion, the evil Mr Bean. With him were several other people, including Anelith, Lamoo, Nellie and Laura. All the girls were laughing as Mr Bean read something out of a German phrase book. They cracked up totally when Mr Bean asked for a sock full of spanners instead of a table for five.
The man at the front desk raised an eyebrow before Anelith took over. She got everything sorted out again and the five weirdos followed the waiter towards their table.
Frodo and Legolas sunk down in their seats and scrambled to hide under the tablecloth.
"Why are you hiding?" asked Pippin. "It's only Lamoo and her friends."
"We're hiding because its Lamoo and her friends you stupid hobbit." Legolas hissed.
"Oh," was the only reply Pippin could come up with. It was not long before Laura noticed the fellowship sitting at their table.
"Hi guys!" she said happily.
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TBC
AN/ sorry guys will reply to your reviews in the next chapter, later. Sorry, I really want to get this chapter up and sometimes it takes way too long to get all the replies done. Sorry if that annoys anyone. deal with it! Anyway, sorry if that chapter was rather dry. Just a little comment before I let you all get on with your lives. NO BODY ELSEIS GETTING A CAMEO IN THIS FIC. If I said u could have one, you shall receive. later. Nellie and Mr Bean are two of my buddies from school so I don't think they'll mind terribly if I put them in every now and again. As for Anelith and Laura, they were the only two reviewers that I know know a bit of German. And it seemed right for the situation.
Ok, I'm gonna go now. Happy reviewing! Until next chapter Love Lamoo
Don't forget to review!
Disclaimer: despite ferocious attempt to claim ownership over anything, Lamoo has been reduced to being pleased to own Gandalf's dress, some cornflakes and a few dead movie tickets from POTC. No claim of ownership is made on anyone in the fellowship or anyone else. The only people Lamoo owns are herself and Legolas's friend Salkel, who will be making an appearance later.
Oki doki then, here is chapter two. Oh yes, if anyone else can think of a better name for this fic, please, please, PLEASE let me know. I think 'the fellowship and the elf next door: the adventures continue' is kina lame. Hmm, hopefully would have thought up a title by the end. Ooh, I know.
I have a couple of ideas. I want you all to vote for which one you like best in your review.
The choices are. -The Fellowship and the elf next door: the adventures continue Or -A wasted web space concerning an elf or two Or - The misled adventures of Haldir's cronies. Or.. Yes, there's more - Robin Hood, who has no part in this fanfiction
I'll let you guys decide. Please vote. Or if you can come up with something else.
Also, a itty bit of German here. Please tell me if I get it too mucked up and accidentally ask for a stepladder instead of a cup of coffee. I'm not particularly good at German, so please bear with me with the itty bits that are in this chapter.
And finally, my apologies to everyone that this chapter took so long to be written. Especially to Mr Bean who has been asking me nearly every day when the next chapter will be up.
Ok, here is chapter 2 of the 'unnamed fanfiction tagging along behind TF&TEND'. enjoy!
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Previously, Legolas had an accident concerning his hair and some glue, Gimli got stuck in the window, Legolas scored a spongebob squarepants toy and Gandalf dazzled them all in his red dress.
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"No, seriously Gandalf," said Legolas. "You're not really going to wear that dress?"
The wizard smouldered. "What? Don't you like it?" he asked crossly.
Legolas shook his head. "No, no, that's not what I mean at all. I love it in fact. Just not on you."
Gandalf's lower lip trembled.
Legolas sensed he was on dangerous territory but continued anyway. "It's a wonderful dress." He said. "And it goes with your eyes and every thing, and I love the shoes, but,"
"But what?" replied the wizard, growing increasingly more annoyed that the elf didn't like his clothing choice.
"But that is a women's dress." Aragorn helpfully pointed out, taking the words right from Legolas's mouth. The elf nodded in agreement and the ranger continued. "Gandalf, last I recall, you were not a women."
"Have you ever actually seen what's underneath those robes? I know I haven't," whispered Gimli to the elf. Legolas shook his head in reply.
Aragorn spoke again. "Gandalf, please go and change. Or you can't come with us to breakfast."
The wizard hung his head and sighed. "Ok, you win." He declared.
Aragorn smiled as Gandalf stalked away to get changed.
Legolas picked himself off the floor and dusted the dirt off the seat of his pants. "And you dwarf boy," he said to Gimli. "Are also not coming with us dressed like that."
Gimli skulked off to change his clothes leaving Legolas and Aragorn alone in the kitchen.
Legolas seemed to have forgotten about his hair until he glimpsed is reflection in the window. The elf wailed in despair and began a search for the happy pills.
"Top shelf of the pantry," Aragorn informed the elf, without even asking what Legolas was looking for. Legolas nodded his thanks and stood on tiptoes to rummage around on the top shelf. He found the little blue bottle containing his precious happy pills and tipped half the bottle into his hand. Then the elf popped them all into his mouth and swallowed them all at once.
Then the hobbits emerged from their bedrooms all neat and dressed, ready to go. Gandalf appeared a moment later in his baggy jeans and surf brand shirt and skate shoes in a pathetic attempt to look 'cool'. Gimli sauntered out of his room in a pair of orange trousers, a green shirt and a spotty yellow vest.
At this particular moment, Legolas was glad Gimli and Gandalf had such bad taste, everyone would be busy looking at them rather than at the elf's bright red hair.
Aragorn led the way to the cars parked in the driveway. Only then did anyone realise only five people could actually fit into Legolas's car.
"I'll drive the hobbits," offered Frodo, moving over and unlocking the door of his orange mini. Merry and Pippin clamboured into the back seat of Frodo's car. Pippin whacked is head on the top of the door and swore loudly, which caused him to receive a sour look from an old lady walking her vacuum cleaner.
Legolas glared at the lady, recognising her immediately as the lady with the pet salami he had accidentally squished when he was driving his old Red Ferrari. The old bat shook her fist at the fellowship and then gave them the finger before running away with her vacuum cleaner under her arm.
Legolas rolled his eyes and unlocked the doors of his own car. "I'll drive if you want," offered Aragorn.
Legolas shook his head. "No." he said. "Last time someone else drove my car they crashed it." The elf glared at Merry and Pippin, who hurriedly closed the car door of Frodo's mini. Sam climbed into the passenger seat and Frodo pulled out his pile of phone books from under the seat and sat down infront of the steering wheel.
"Hurry up." Whinged Gandalf.
Legolas shrugged. "All right already. Get in the car." He ordered. Gandalf and Gimli shot into the back seat and Legolas fought Aragorn for the steering wheel. The elf won and Aragorn sulked in his seat.
Soon they all in the car and Frodo realised he had no idea where they were driving. "Merry?" said Frodo
"Yea?" replied the other hobbit.
"Do you know where we're supposed to be going?" Frodo asked.
Merry shook his head, as did Pippin. Sam spoke. "Why don't you just follow Legolas's car?"
Frodo was surprised at the logicality of it all and agreed that that was a good idea. The orange mini pulled out of the driveway behind the silver Porsche (AN/ it was a Porsche wasn't it?)
Legolas put his foot down and the Porsche sped around the corner, narrowly avoiding a telegraph pole and a letterbox. The elf honked the horn at anyone who dared step out onto the pavement and continued his reckless drive to the restaurant. The orange mini followed behind. At this current time, even though when Legolas was quite a good driver when sane, Frodo seemed to have more control of the car. The mini calmly put putted along behind the speeding Porsche, managing to keep up without hitting anything or going outrageously over the speed limit.
Soon Legolas yanked the steering wheel to the left and pulled into the car park. It took the hobbits a moment to register where he'd gone, but after they'd worked it out, they chucked a uey and pulled into the car park. (AN/ uey is Lamoo language for u-turn)
The door of the Porsche opened and the elf and the ranger tumbled out of the car. Legolas was trying to defend blow to the head, Aragorn furiously trying to smack the elf's head with the gearstick. It obviously hadn't occurred to Aragorn that the car needed the gearstick. Gimli yanked Aragorn backwards off the elf and the pair of them stumbled backwards. Legolas stood up hurriedly and took cover behind Merry and Pippin. Gandalf stepped out of Legolas's car, unfazed, and skipped up the path towards the restaurant doors.
The hobbits and Gimli followed leaving Legolas to run after them with Aragorn on his tail, the ranger angrily brandishing the gear stick out of the elf's car.
The electric doors slid open and the fellowship was suddenly hit with a cold gust of air-conditioned air. Legolas sidled to the front of the group and confirmed their reservation. The fellowship followed a waitress to a table.
The hobbits all sat down in their seats. Merry scowled crossly. "Could someone please get us hobbits here a booster seat?" he asked. The waitress nodded and went to fetch five booster seats.
Gimli sniffed indignantly as the waitress handed him a booster seat. Gandalf snickered into his hand as both Legolas and Aragorn barked at Gimli to sit on the booster seat and shut up. The dwarf cursed under his breath and sat crossly while Legolas ordered some drinks.
"Was möchten sie?" the waitress asked. It was only then that the hobbits, Aragorn, Gimli and Gandalf realised Legolas had taken them all to a German restaurant.
Legolas turned to the others. "What do you want?" he asked everyone.
"Mushrooms!" chorused Merry and Pippin together. "By the way, what did that waitress say?"
Legolas sighed. "She asked what I wanted."
"And since when have spoke German?" piped up Gimli.
Legolas shrugged. "Dunno," he remarked. "Ever since Lamoo started learning it at school and made a pathetic attempt to speak it all the time. I sorta picked it up."
The fellowship nodded. Merry and Pippin spoke again. "We want mushrooms, and milk and potato salad."
"Why in the world do you two want potato salad?" asked Aragorn. "Normal people have bread and cereal and fruit and stuff for breakfast."
"They're not normal Estel," muttered Legolas out of the corner of his mouth, only loud enough so Aragorn could hear. The elf continued. "Anyway, are you sure you want mushrooms and milk and potato salad?"
The pair of hobbits nodded. Sam spoke. "I don't see why we couldn't just eat at home. They Legolas wouldn't have to bother with the German, besides, do any of you trust him? I have a sneaking suspicion he might tell the waitress I want a packet of enveloped in stead of a stack of pancakes."
Legolas frowned. He had been planing to do the exact thing. He sighed. "We're eating here mainly because I don't want to eat your cooking. Also here, there is not even a remote chance that Lamoo might appear with her cronies. Neither Frodo nor me have been particularly popular with Lamoo's mate Mr Bean. As for the German, the waitress does speak English, Elvish, Spanish, Orcish as well as German. I'm just practising mine."
The waitress tapped her foot impatiently. "Are you going to order or what?" she asked crossly.
Legolas nodded. "Yes fine, two helpings of mushrooms, milk," he began. "Und zweimal Kartoffelsalate, ein tasse Kaffee,"
"Eh?" said Aragorn.
Legolas shook his head. "Don't worry about it, I haven't ordered yours yet."
Aragorn nodded and picked up the menu. "Um, I think I might have some French toast, and some coffee."
"And I'll have the same," added Gimli. "As well as toast with jam and a glass of orange juice."
The waitress was scribbling down the orders on her pad of floral notepaper. "Sonst noch etwas?" she asked.
"Heh?" said Aragorn.
Legolas rolled his eyes. "She asked if we wanted anything else." He paused for a glance at the menu. "Uh, I think I'll have eggs and bacon."
Frodo and Sam piped up and said that they'd have eggs and bacon too. Gandalf meanwhile was staring at the ceiling.
"I think I feel like some French fries." He mused.
"For breakfast?" asked Legolas. The wizard nodded and the elf shrugged. "Fine." He said, turning to the waitress. "Er möchtet einmal Pommes Frites." Legolas told the waitress.
"Mit Mayonnaise oder ohne alles?" she replied.
Legolas grinned evilly. "Mit bitte." He said. "Is that everything?" he asked the fellowship. They all nodded and the waitress strode away to place their order.
"What's a pommes frites Legolas?" asked Frodo.
"French fries." Legolas replied. "With mayonnaise."
Gandalf pulled a face. "Chips with mayonnaise?!" he exclaimed. "That's like spaghetti flavoured ice cream."
"They have that too if you want it."
The fellowship shuddered. Then the made small talk while they waited for their food to arrive.
All of a sudden Frodo glimpsed something on the other side of the room and started to squeak and wriggle.
"Mr Frodo?" spoke up Sam. "what's the matter?"
"M-m-m-mr B-b-b-bean." Frodo stuttered. It was true. There, at the front of the restaurant, was the, in Legolas and Frodo's opinion, the evil Mr Bean. With him were several other people, including Anelith, Lamoo, Nellie and Laura. All the girls were laughing as Mr Bean read something out of a German phrase book. They cracked up totally when Mr Bean asked for a sock full of spanners instead of a table for five.
The man at the front desk raised an eyebrow before Anelith took over. She got everything sorted out again and the five weirdos followed the waiter towards their table.
Frodo and Legolas sunk down in their seats and scrambled to hide under the tablecloth.
"Why are you hiding?" asked Pippin. "It's only Lamoo and her friends."
"We're hiding because its Lamoo and her friends you stupid hobbit." Legolas hissed.
"Oh," was the only reply Pippin could come up with. It was not long before Laura noticed the fellowship sitting at their table.
"Hi guys!" she said happily.
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TBC
AN/ sorry guys will reply to your reviews in the next chapter, later. Sorry, I really want to get this chapter up and sometimes it takes way too long to get all the replies done. Sorry if that annoys anyone. deal with it! Anyway, sorry if that chapter was rather dry. Just a little comment before I let you all get on with your lives. NO BODY ELSEIS GETTING A CAMEO IN THIS FIC. If I said u could have one, you shall receive. later. Nellie and Mr Bean are two of my buddies from school so I don't think they'll mind terribly if I put them in every now and again. As for Anelith and Laura, they were the only two reviewers that I know know a bit of German. And it seemed right for the situation.
Ok, I'm gonna go now. Happy reviewing! Until next chapter Love Lamoo
Don't forget to review!
