AN/ sorry this one also took so long. As of late I haven't really been in the mood or the right frame of mind for fan fiction writing. Was rather strange. I only hope I'm not growing out of my ff obsession. Nah, never.

Anyway, thanks all for being so patient. So, without bothering you with my inane babble, here is chapter five. The exit is located at the front and rear of the aircraft, life jackets are under your seats, replies to reviews are situated at the end of this chapter and the stewardesses shall be coming around soon to distribute pillows, headphones and little packets of peanuts. The extra long chapter will begin to taxi along the runway before takeoff where we will be soaring to an altitude of over 3000 words.

Disclaimer: Lamoo is getting really sick of writing these seeing as how a vaguely normal person might be able to figure out that nothing in these fics belongs to the high and mighty Lamoo. Apart from Percy the parsnip, Legolas's massage oil (which smells yummy), the ideas in this fic, and crazy insane Lamoo herself.

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Gimli grunted, blue paint exploding in his face. The dwarf coughed, growled before firing paint at the retreating back of Gandalf, the wizard snickering into his hand. That was until purple splattered all over his back.

"Meanie," muttered Gandalf, reloading his paint pistol. He fired around like a crazed lunatic, hitting everything, from walls, roof, floor as well as other people.

"It's ok Sam," whispered Frodo from his cover over behind a very large man wearing a polka dot bandanna. "I don't think Gandalf can see us here."

"Maybe Mr Legolas was right, maybe we should have gone shopping instead of this." Replied Sam. He sighed and aimed his pistol at Gimli, who was looking very vulnerable, his tail in the air, him bending over to pick up a ten-cent coin that was gleaming dully on the ground. The hobbits giggled and fired, Gimli leaping with a yelp when a blob of mustard colored paint hit him on the rear end.

"Hehe," giggled Frodo. "That paint looks like mustard." He commented, reloading his pistol.

"I know. Cool isn't it," replied Sam. "it came from that little yellow bottle that was sitting on the counter of the snack bar."

"What did?" asked Frodo. "That paint?"

Sam nodded and Frodo smacked his forehead with his hand. "Sam, that was mustard,"

"Oh," was the only reply Sam could come up with.

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Meanwhile, Legolas was relaxing, sighing in contentment as his back was rubbed with yummy smelling massage oils.

"Lego," murmured Aragorn.

"What," replied the elf in a harsh tone.

"This feels weird," the ranger replied as the masseuse rubbed one of his feet, not daring yet to move on to rub Aragorn's back. Which, unlike Legolas's, was rather hairy.

"Get over it. Enjoy it," remarked the elf, a smile plastered on his face. It was almost identical to that on the face of the masseuse massaging him. Raven Demon giggled and set about massaging the elf's shoulders.

She of course, did not mind massaging the elf one bit. But felt a little sorry for her companion and fellow masseuse, Sugaricing. Raven Demon made a mental note to let Sugaricing have a turn giving 'Leggie' a massage later. But then again, she thought to herself, there may well be a massive line of girls, maybe a few guys too, waiting outside to rub Lego's back. She snickered, causing the elf to look over his shoulder at her, arching an eyebrow.

Aragorn squeaked when Sugaricing touched a particularly ticklish bit of his foot.

"Stay still please," she said through clenched teeth.

"Just give him some tranquilizer and he should settle right down," murmured Legolas, half asleep.

"Tranquilizer?" stuttered Aragorn nervously.

"May I?" said Kawaii elf girl, popping her head through the door, brandishing a large gun.

"Only if you promise not to shoot him, only put him out for a while," replied Raven Demon. "I need him for my fan fictions, and so does everyone else."

"Good point," said Kawaii elf girl. "I reckon fanfiction.net would go to ruin if I killed Aragorn. However, all those Aragorn fan girls don't need to know that we're about to do, so, again, may I?"

"Go for it," muttered Legolas.

Kawaii elf girl grinned and promptly shot Aragorn with her gun, which was loaded with a tranquilizer dart. The ranger wrinkled his nose, opened his mouth to say something. But he didn't get a chance, leisurely slumping onto the bed table thing.

"All done," said Kawaii elf girl. "I'm off to organize the fellowship's holiday."

"How come you get to?" asked Sugaricing.

"Because you get to shave Aragorn's back." Replied elf girl.

"Eew," chorused the three girls and Legolas.

"Wonderful," muttered Sugaricing as she pushed the unconscious Aragorn onto the massage table bed thing. She then strode over to a set of drawers and rummaged around before she found what she was looking for. Leg wax and those little bits of fabric you stick to the wax.

"Ooh, this looks fun," giggled Raven Demon as Sugaricing rolled Aragorn over onto his stomach so she could slop the wax all over his hairy back.

"Make sure you leave me one of those to pull off," Raven added, mentioning one of the cloth strips Sugaricing was sticking to the ranger's back.

"One for me too." Piped up the elf. "I find the idea of causing Aragorn pain to be quite amusing. Especially since he's never waxed anything before it should hurt." The elf laughed evilly, causing the pair of masseuses to exchange worried glances.

Sugar promised she'd leave two of the cloth strips stuck to the ranger's back for Legolas and Raven Demon to pull off. She then set about tearing some of them off Aragorn's hairy back.

"You know," Sugaricing mused. "You could make a rope out of this," she added, showing Raven Demon the amount of hair stuck to the newly ripped cloth.

Raven shook her head. "You have seen Pirates of the Caribbean far too many times."

"Ahem," spoke up the elf. "Would you please stop talking and start rubbing my feet."

"Certainly," replied Raven Demon, beaming.

Sugaricing muttered something rude under her breath and pulled the next cloth strip off Aragorn's back with increased ferocity, causing the ranger to flinch, even though he was out cold.

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Back at the paintball center, Frodo, Sam and Merry had abandoned their pistols. Instead of hitting people with paint pellets, they chose instead to hit the snack bar. Pippin was still outside, refusing to come in unless he could bring Percy the parsnip. Of course no one wanted a moldy vegetable inside, so they left Pip sitting in the car park, singing to the parsnip.

"Sam," whined Merry. "Something tells me you might have something to do with the fact that there is no mustard left to put on my hotdog." The hobbit brandished the empty bottle.

"Why would you think that I had something to do with that Mr Merry?" replied the other hobbit, trying as hard as possible to look innocent. But unfortunately, it was blowing up in his face and he was failing miserably.

"Maybe because every person in this damn place has mustard squirted on their asses!" answered Merry crossly. "And I sort of get the impression, by the way your twitching and looking around nervously that you had something to so with it."

"Hey, weren't Lamoo and her friends supposed to be coming?" said Frodo, changing the subject. Merry shrugged and took a bite from his hot dog, WITHOUT mustard. Sam also shrugged and flicked a sprinkle from his donut at a knot of girls sitting at a nearby table.

One girl who had distinctly pointed ears and was sitting next to an aardvark turned around. "Hey, quit it little dude," she said, standing up and putting her hands on her hips to reveal dark colored breeches, knee high boots as well as a tattoo on her left arm that looked like a pirate tattoo. "Oh, hi, you must be the fat hobbit. Sam right?"

Sam glowered and crossed his arms. "Humph," was all he said.

"Don't worry about him, he just doesn't like being called fat," said Merry, hopping down off his seat and greeting the girl and her aardvark. "I'm Merry and this is Frodo." He said, introducing himself then the other remaining Hobbit.

"I'm Robyn," said the pirate looking elf girl.

"I knew I've seen you somewhere before," exclaimed Merry. The others raised eyebrows in question. Merry sighed. "Pip and I were going through some of the stuff in Legolas's room the other day and we found some of his old school pictures. The days where he didn't have, so called 'perfect' skin." Merry giggled. "Poor dude had acne everywhere."

"Good thing he isn't here to hear you say that. He'd thump you." Muttered Frodo.

"Anyway," pressed on Merry loudly. "There were pictures from Lego's year twelve formal,"

"Eh?" remarked Frodo.

"I think it's also called a prom in the US of A." replied Merry. "And Legolas has a habit of writing scrutinizing detailed descriptions of the photos on the back of the pictures. There was this one where he was looking extremely drunk, feeding his date pizza with chopsticks. Later he must have written on the back, 'me and Robyn sharing Italian cuisine'. As soon as I saw you and you told us who you were I recognized you as the girl in the photo."

"I wonder if he'll remember me," remarked Robyn. "I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't, we went to school a few decent hundred years back."

"Wow, that was a long time ago," commented Sam dreamily. "I never even finished third grade." He added, not focusing entirely on what was being said.

The other hobbits gaped open mouthed at Sam, who blushed furiously then ran to hide in the bathrooms.

"Ignore him," murmured Frodo.

"Already taken care of," replied Robyn. "Anyway, what's Lego up to these days?"

"I honestly couldn't tell you." Replied Merry with a shrug. "But he doesn't have pimples any more," he added with a snicker. "He's gone shopping with Aragorn."

"Oh yea, I know him." Answered Robyn. "I met him once at a BBQ in Rivendell. He smells rather weird. I can't tell why that Arwen chick married him."

"Since when has Aragorn been married?" wondered Merry, earning himself a smack in the head from Frodo.

"We went to his wedding you idiot. Remember? And then Arwen attempted to kill him so they separated. Well, he moved out to be more specific. Then Arwen went on a hurting people spree. She started with Glorfindel. Poor guy's never been the same since." Said Frodo, shaking his head sadly. "So yea, he and Lego have gone shopping."

"He and Lego?" repeated Robyn. "As in Legolas and him?" the hobbits nodded. Robyn continued. "Together?" the hobbits nodded some more and the pirate elf shuddered.

Then Frodo seemed to catch at what she was hinting at. "Oh, no, not like that." He remarked. "He'd hurt you severely if you suggested such a thing."

Robyn sighed with relief. "Good." She proclaimed. "Now I have a chance of getting a kiss from him."

"I wouldn't try it," advised Merry. "Pip did once and the crazy elf broke three of Pip's ribs, pip's collar bone, his wrist as well as several toes and fingers on top of a dislocated knee and giving poor Pip a very sore, erm."

"Erm?" repeated Robyn.

"Lego is very skilled at kneeing other people where no male should ever be kicked." Said Frodo sadly, shaking his head. "Pip was talking in a high pitched voice for weeks."

Despite what had happened to Pippin, Robyn couldn't help but snicker. "Speaking of Pippin, where is he? Did Legolas put him in hospital?"

"Oh yes," replied Merry. "Pip had several broken bones and was in plaster for a month and a bit. But that happened ages ago. We hobbit all stay well away from Legolas now. But I did think Pip and I were going to receive the same treatment the afternoon after we accidentally crashed Legolas's new red Ferrari. But Pippin is sitting in the car park talking to Percy."

"Who's Percy?" Robyn wondered.

"Pippin's pet the parsnip. Percy the Parsnip." Replied Frodo

Before Robyn could reply, two men entered the snack bar area. One of them was staggering about, as if very drunk, the other walking somewhat normally. Both however, were drenched and the second bloke was not wearing an expression of enjoyment.

"Will?" said Robyn grinning and waving to the guy who was looking less than happy with his predicament.

"Meh," was the only reply the elf pirate received.

Jack however, completely drunk, was wearing a blissful smile. "Good morrow fair maiden."

Will promptly slapped his companion. Jack giggled. "I don't think I deserved that."

"Shut up you idiot," replied Will, slapping Jack again. Jack suddenly went rather green and proceeded to rush into the men's room. The sounds that were heard by all outside were those of someone who is heaving violently into the loo bowl.

"Poor Jack." Sympathized Robyn. "I haven't seen him that pissed since that adventure we had on the high seas a few years ago. Just before the whole crew was about to chuck him overboard cos he kept puking everywhere."

"You're bordering on entering the realm of too much information," replied Will. "I think I should go and make sure he's not pretending to puke and writing obscene things on the toilet walls instead." So Will made his way into the men's room.

"Hobbits!" called Gimli's voice, as if he were calling a bunch of dogs. "Time to go. Come on hobbits."

"Sorry, that's Gimli," Merry said to Robyn. "We have to go. But you can come around anytime, I'm sure Legolas will be pleased to see you, even if Aragorn isn't."

"Bye," chorused Frodo and Sam, who had just emerged out of the bathroom.

"Toodles," replied Robyn.

The hobbits left, following Gandalf and Gimli through the front doors.

Outside, Pippin was sitting on the roof of the car, rocking Percy the parsnip back and forth.

"Get down Pippin," said Frodo in an exasperated tone. "You can take Pansy,"

"It's Percy, not Pansy," replied Pip indignantly. "But ok," he added, climbing down off the roof of Gandalf's van and sliding into the back seat once Gimli opened the doors.

"Everybody in," commanded the dwarf. Everyone scrambled into the van and Gimli slammed the doors closed before hopping into the drivers seat. Gandalf was toying with the car air freshener and humming the theme music from the Simpson's, much to the annoyance of all others in the vehicle.

Gimli piled up the cushions and sat on top, so that he could actually see over the wheel a little, and turned on the radio. But, like before, when the fellowship made their little excursion to the mall to buy the materials for their costumes, it only would play the classical music stations.

Gimli grumbled for a while as he wrestled with his seat belt before switching off the radio all together. He started the van and it roared to life, making the hobbits in the back seat jump. Pippin was startled, accidentally throwing Percy upwards, the moldy vegetable sticking to the roof.

"Bumbling idiot," muttered Frodo.

"Speaking of bumbling Idiots, how come Lamoo and her cronies were no shows?" wondered Gandalf.

All of a sudden, as the van was pulling out of the driveway, a hot pink double Decker bus with lime green and purple painted flowers on the side came swerving around the curb. Lamoo was at the wheel, waving to everyone the bus passed. Mr Bean, Nellie, Laura and Anelith were all hanging out of the windows, waving and throwing cotton buds at people innocently walking along.

The strange bus pulled up and Lamoo and her friends leapt out and ran up to the hippie van.

"Sorry we're late," said Lamoo. "The bus wouldn't start so we had to teach Ryan to fix buses."

"And he failed miserable at first," added Nellie helpfully. "But Laura had a book about do it yourself bus repairs. So we gave Mr Bean a crash course in bus repair."

"And now I'm a fully qualified mechanic," commented Mr Bean, in a less than pleased tone of voice. "And now we cant play paint ball anymore," he said in the same tone of voice. "How sad, back on the bus," he added, siding back over to the pink bus and stepping aboard.

"Ignore him," said Anelith. "He's still mad at Lamoo cos she forced him to dance with Arwen at the party."

"Ah, I see," replied Gimli. All of a sudden he revved the engine and drove off, leaving Lamoo, Laura, Anelith and Nellie standing in the middle of the road.

"Meanie beanie," muttered Nellie.

"Let's go play paintball anyway," suggested Laura. Everyone agreed. Even though Mr Bean sort of had to be dragged forcefully off the bus, the girls wearing expressions cross between amusement and annoyance. .

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"My back hurts," muttered Aragorn groggily. Sugaricing shushed him loudly and finished the ranger's massage. Legolas meanwhile, was sound asleep.

Aragorn sighed happily. He was really beginning to see why Legolas tried to go for a massage once a week. It was very relaxing. The ranger smiled and rested his head on his arms before closing his own eyes.

The pair was awoken a little later. Aragorn awoke grumbling, annoyed that his snooze had been destroyed. Legolas though was perfectly cheerful and laid-back.

"Thankyou very much ladies," he said to Raven Demon and Sugaricing. "Wasn't as bad as you thought it would be was it?" he said to Aragorn, who shook his head sheepishly.

"No, it was very nice," the ranger replied.

"That's good. Now it's time for our facial then our manicure." Declared Legolas.

Aragorn's smile fell. "Do we have to?" he whined like a child. Legolas put on his most serious expression and nodded. Aragorn sighed in defeat. "Fine." He huffed, pulling his shirt over his head.

"And then, we'll go and get our hair done."

"Fabulous," muttered the ranger, sarcasm evident in his voice. Legolas pretended not to hear, happily conversing with Sugaricing about the holiday he won that morning.

"Where would you recommend?" the elf asked.

Sugaricing shrugged. "I don't know. You could go skiing. Or go to a theme park."

"Maybe," replied Legolas before he and Aragorn were ushered out of the room to have their facials.

Once they were lying down in a separate room, two ladies came to apply the avocado mud mask and little cucumber bits. "I hate cucumber," complained Aragorn as two little slices of cucumber were placed over his eyes.

"You're not supposed to be eating it," replied the elf just as Aragorn was about to pop one of the cucumber pieces into his mouth.

"Who said I was eating it?" said the ranger, hastily placing the cucumber back over his left eye. "I merely said I didn't like it."

Legolas sighed. "If you don't be quiet I shall have you either tied to the chair or tranquilized again."

"Tranquilized? Again?!"

The elf nodded but did not speak again until it was time for him and Aragorn to wash the mud masks off. After Legolas had cleansed and toned, and Aragorn had had his head dunked in a bowl of disinfectant ("it's clog your pores, but a good idea none the less," Legolas had said at the time,) the pair moved on to have their manicures, their skin glowing healthily.

"You are such a prissy Lego," commented Aragorn as a lady with very tall red hair filed his own nails.

Legolas glared, narrowing his eyes. "I would thump you until you're black and blue if Gertrude here was not busy pushing back my cuticles."

"Sure you would," teased Aragorn, causing Legolas to go scarlet, his hair was still the same colour.

"Ok, dip your fingers in the water please," spoke up the lady who was doing Aragorn's nails.

"Eek, no way. I saw that loony tunes episode. There's mousetraps in there, I just know it," he replied, eyeing the bowl of water on the tabletop.

"Aragorn, I can guarantee that there will be no mousetraps, rat traps, possum traps, cockroach traps or anything else that might hurt you in that water." Remarked the elf. "I am not paying for you're massage, facial and manicure if you persist in being an idiot."

The ranger sighed and muttered something rude under his breath directed at the elf. Either Legolas did not hear, or pretended not to. "Fine." He sighed, overcome. Hesitantly he did dip his fingertips in the water.

Of course, as Legolas had promised, there were no mousetraps in the water. There was however a piranha fish. As soon as the ranger lowered his fingers, the little fish took a huge chomp, causing the ranger to leap three feet in the air at the unexpected pain.

"Gerroff! Gerroff! Gerroff!" he shrieked, waving his hands around, the piranha clamped on the end of his thumb.

Legolas snickered but hopped up to help his friend detach the fish. "I hope you don't do that to all your customers," he said matter of factly, amusement making his azure eyes sparkle in glee. At last Aragorn was left sucking his throbbing and bleeding thumb, Legolas was trying very hard to disguise an amused smile while the two ladies who'd been manicuring their fingernails were fussing about, trying to make sure there was no way Aragorn could sue the salon.

"I think perhaps we should skip the hair today and just go home. We have got a holiday to plan after all." Legolas proposed. Aragorn nodded gratefully. Legolas payed for their treatments and he and Aragorn wandered back to the car, the ranger still sucking his aching thumb.

Legolas clicked the button on his keys that would unlock the cars central locking only to round the corner to discover the car was not where he had parked it.

"Oh carp," muttered Aragorn in disbelief as Legolas strode up to the spot where once had stood a gleaming brand new silver Porsche.

"Where is it? Where is the precious?" whimpered the elf. "We needs it, where is it? Where is the precious?" he rounded on Aragorn. "Does the ranger know what happened to poor Legolas's precious?"

"Oh no, not you as well." Exclaimed Aragorn, assuming that Legolas was talking about some random piece of jewellery.

"You idiot! Where is the car!" barked the elf, changing moods very abruptly.

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TBC

AN/ mwa haa haa! More car troubles for Leggie. *Sigh* when will it end? And now there's a holiday thrown into the jumble! Hope everyone enjoyed this new chapter, which was longer than usual by my regular standards.

Ok, as I promised, time for reviews. Thankyou all so so much. All your wonderful reviews make me all happy and fuzzy inside and provide the enticement for me to write another chapter as soon as possible. Here we go. be warned, this may take a while.

Inweofnargothrond: actually, now that you mention it, I've never eaten a parsnip either. Just thought the word 'parsnip' was funky. Hehe. I've only ever had an 'at home' facial. I tried to do it myself and got the mud mask stuff in my eyes and spent the next half hour trying to make my eyes stop stinging. ROTK trailer online! I downloaded it the other day, but I cant remember where I saved it to. *grumbles*. and no wonder you've never heard about Ned Kelly. makes up for how much everyone here knows about some bloody dead bushranger dude. But Orli makes it all worthwhile. I entered a comp to win tickets to the world premiere of Ned Kelly in Melbourne in March, but some other stupid person went instead. And Orlando wasn't even there! *Cackle* ROTK will be WAY better though. Maybe even better than Pirates of the Caribbean. And just for the books, I've never played paintball either. which definitely made things interesting while I was trying to write about it. Hehe. Anywho, thankies for the reviews, I'll read your new chapter as soon as I've finished this. Ta ta

Mr Bean: ah, here we go again. Wrote about Lego with no shirt on just to provoke you. *Snicker* also partly for my own personal sugar induced imagination. *Cackle* mwa haa. Glad you thought the last chappie was somewhat readable despite Legolas's shirtlessness. Hehe. This one MIGHT have been a little better, but I seriously doubt it. Mwa haa haa! So, thankyou again, for sticking with me.

Luna-lovegood-fan: I shall continue if that is what you ask of me. Hehe. Hope that chapter passed your inspection and made you laugh. my sincerest apologies if it was somewhat dry and lame. *shrug* ta ta

Tegan: yay. You are yet another loyal reviewer who has stuck with me from the beginning. Took you a while to catch up, but now that you have, no excuses. Hehe. Hope you enjoyed this chappie.

Banx: you liked Pippin's friend Percy I gather. Hehe. Will definitely be a large part for Percy in this fic. Hehe. I hate slashy fics, they are rather wrong. despite however well written they may be. Ooh, Johnny Depp, moving right off the topic of slash fics, *drool* ooh, I saw Chocolat today and it was wonderful. He had this REALLY cute Irish-ish accent and had long hair. *Giggles* cute. Haldir. also cute. No, no, I didn't make a 'fat joke' as you said. I love Haldir almost as much as I love Leggie. Why would I insult him?! *Sniffs* perhaps I was 'drunk' *cough cough* when I wrote that. hehe. Sorry if I offended everyone's darlin' Haldir.

Elfchick123: *giggles* I love to giggle. Hope this chapter passed your ruthless inspection. If not. tough cookies. *Snicker*

Kawaii elf girl: yes! I'm back! And I did LOVE the paintball idea. Just one teensy problem, I never played it before so I may have had to fudge a little bit. Hehe, sorry if I stuffed up. Manicure? Weird? Nooooo. Lego and his manicure. lovely. Why not? Haven't you ever wondered how come he has such nice hands whereas Aragorn always has dirty nails and Frodo's are ghastly? And I'm sure Lego would remember you. He is an elf after all and remembers lots of stuff. except our anniversary *sniffs* hehe. And who says I wont let you show up at some time or another. Hehe. Besides, it might be quite entertaining if Legolas suddenly had needed to see a therapist. Hehe.

Lolly: *blushes* thankyou chum. ( French test. *shudder* well, I wouldn't know seeing as how I have never studied French. oh well *shrug* one thing that is nice however, is Lego with no shirt. *giggles* has anyone noticed I have been giggling a lot lately? Oh well. *Giggles* and when did I say that Leggie was gay? ARAGORN suggested that he could be. shame on you Estel. shame. I do have to agree that Sam is rather. Rosie was just a cover up. *Snicker*

Legolas Stalker: oh no! Don't take Will! I needed him for this chapter! Hehe, you can have him back after though. I'm sure he'll be happy to go with you. *Cackles and prods Will with a pointy stick* glad I managed to cheer you up a bit on your sucky day. Everyone gets a sucky day once in a while and I'm glad I managed to make yours a little bit 'un-suckier' hehe. And how come boys suck monkey butts? Actually, hold that. I agree. GUYS however, such as a few particular elves and a pair of pirates are very 'nice' *giggles* anyway, hope that chappie made you have a good giggle. Bai for now.

Robyn the Pirate: actually no, the pink box was not your pink hobbit, that was Will and Jack's previous ship. Now they need to get a new one. Hehe. Don't worry; I will personally hire Leggie to shoot both those naughty pirates should anything happen to your ship. shoot them softly of course. Hehe. Hope you liked your Cameo in that chapter. Norman is yet to make an appearance, but don't worry, he will. Hehe, WILL, hehe.

Raven Demon: I like shopping, shopping is nice. Hehe. well, actually as long as you're not shopping for school stuff or socks. Wondering who the Mary sue person at the vacuum cleaner store is? Well, actually, I haven't decided, so she shall remain a mystery for now. but interesting. very interesting. *cough cough* not. Anyway, sorry this update took so long. To make up for it, I hope you liked your Cameo. Legolas's back. mmm. Ooh, also, love your suggestion, thankyou veddy veddy much. now I have to think. oh dear. I hate thinking, makes my brain hurt.

Aelimir: thanks heaps for those title suggestions, mine were blatantly pathetic. I like Haldir and the pool pirates. Hehe. now I have to choose. Will get back to everyone on that matter. Glad you like the vacation idea. I know people have the fellowship going on holidays heaps, but I loved the idea and plan to make mine VERY different. Hehe. Thanks again for the wonderfully wonderful reviews.

Marissa03: *chants* UPDATE YOUR FIC! UPDATE YOUR FIC! Please? Hehe. Anyway, thanks heaps for your reviews, they make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. ( I'll keep you posted with the title dilemma. Hehe. Hope this chapter was somewhat decent ;)

If I left anyone out, you have my permission to send me a review telling me. Hehe.

See everyone next chapter, Don't forget to review! Love Lamoo