Hello everyone. Terribly sorry for the hugely disappointing last chapter. I simply ran out of time before the holidays. But now that its over and I have a little smidgen of time to actually breathe I'll finish this chapter and hopefully make up for the patheticness (yes I know that's not a word) of this previously.

As for 'Never Give a Hobbit Socks for Christmas', that is being taken down considering I never got further than one chapter before Christmas eve. I will continue, but it wont be back up again until next Christmas.

Disclaimer: I did get quite a bit of LOTR stuff for Christmas but an elf was not amongst it. (I don't think he would fit in my stocking) so, for another year, I own nothing of Tolkien's.

WARNING: everyone is VERY out of character here, especially Legolas. more OOC than how he usually is in this fic, which is OOC anyway, and that's saying something. Anyway, just thought I should warn you.

WAIT! One more thing. I need a Beta reader, to correct all my hopeless spelling boo boos and punctuation errors that the Microsoft word spell checker doesn't pick up. Nellie, would you do me the honour?

Ok, NOW I can be quiet and get on with this. Reviews at the end, this time I promise I will actually get around to replying to them.

Enjoy this chapter.

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Chapter 9

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Previously in the fellowship and the elf next door, the adventures continue, it was revealed that Legolas had an alter ego called Polly, a package arrived for the elf which he is yet to open, Aragorn found himself in the middle of a Queer riot (sort of) and Haldir is now officially the new victim of everyone's favourite queers, the fab five!

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*Queer Eye theme music plays.*

Haldir raised one of his eyebrows, wondering where the music was coming from.

Merry and Pippin were sitting out on the front porch with a tape recorder. Merry hurriedly pushed the stop button and the music stopped. Legolas sighed with relief, not knowing how much more queer eye madness he could take.

The elf and Aragorn exchanged glances and decided to see what the fab five were doing to Haldir.

Jai shook his head. "Sorry, you're not allowed to see him until we're done." He said.

Legolas shrugged and went away without a word. Aragorn opened his mouth to say something but seemed to think better of it, following the elf.

"Right." Said Carson. "We have a lot of work to do."

"Take us to your house!" said Thom, eager to get the decorating started.

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After being shoed away, Legolas and Aragorn traipsed inside, Merry and Pippin, who'd come outside to watch, bringing up the rear.

"Have you opened those packages that arrived for you yet?" Aragorn asked the elf.

"What packages?" Legolas asked, a bemused expression on his face. Aragorn opened his mouth to explain but before he could, the elf had already dashed inside and was busy prying the lid off one of the crates with a crowbar, which was conveniently previously located in the umbrella stand.

Aragorn flopped onto the couch and watched as Legolas battled with the box. The elf couldn't seem to get the lid off one of the particular crates so he decided to try a different one. It wasn't long before Legolas had unsuccessfully tried to rip open the lids on all of the ten or so boxes, each one of his attempts futile. The elf looked to be getting frustrated as well as a little flushed in the face. He reminded Aragorn a little off a spoilt child unable to do something. Legolas obviously desperately wanted to know what was inside the boxes and was about to resort to any means needed to get them open.

He strode out into the kitchen and came back with a very large carving knife. He jammed the blade in the gap between the side of the box and the lid and jiggled it around. It had no affect. He pulled it out, only just missing sticking the knife up Merry's nose by mere centimetres. Merry had come to stand behind the elf, about to offer to give him a hand to open the boxes, but now the hobbit backed off, unsure of whether Legolas meant to attempt to stab him or whether it was pure accident.

Legolas slammed the point of the blade into the top of the wooden lid, wondering to himself whether he could cut the box open. Needless to say he couldn't. the knife blade snapped as soon as the elf stabbed the lid of the crate with it. So much for highest quality blade with a lifetime warranty.

"Stupid piece of crap." Muttered the elf as he tossed the broken blade over his shoulder. He threw it so hard and the blade ended up sticking out of a picture of Legolas's mother, which was hung on the living room wall. Legolas spun on his heel and cackled to himself, looking at the portrait with the knife sticking out of it. "Been meaning to do that for years." He remarked. Aragorn, Merry and Pippin looked horrified. Legolas turned to face them and flashed a smile. "She left for the undying lands ages ago." He remarked. "So we're all rid of her for the time being."

Aragorn sighed and put a hand on the elf's shoulder, thinking that he might be missing his mummy. Legolas looked at Aragorn with raised eyebrows. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Don't be heartbroken Legolas," Aragorn said in his most comforting tone of voice.

For the second time that day, he opened his mouth again to say something but Legolas interrupted with a hearty laugh. "I am not depressed about that Estel, he remarked. "It was me who sent her packing for the undying lands in the first place." An evil glint appeared in the elf's blue eyes and Aragorn found himself backing off, wondering if Legolas was being serious or his head had been seriously damaged the last time he was smacked over the head with a hard object.

Legolas grinned at the ranger's discomfort before he went back to searching for a new way to open the crates. "Do you think Gandalf still has that welder thing of his?" he asked the hobbits.

Pippin shrugged. "I don't know, Aragorn confiscated it when Merry and me tried to weld together a goldfish and some plastic garden furniture." He replied.

Aragorn spoke up. "Um Lego, even if he does still have that thing,"

"Welder," Merry corrected him

"Whatever," remarked the ranger. "Anyway Lego, the welder thingy basically spits this fire stuff. Those crates are wooden. Unless you want to set the whole house on fire, I would recommend refraining from trying to weld open, as such, those boxes."

"English would be nice." Grumbled the elf.

Aragorn sighed. "If you set the welder on those boxes, they will catch on fire."

"Why didn't you just say that in the first place?!" Legolas yelled. He paused for a moment, coming up with another idea to get open the boxes. His face lit up and he ran over to the phone. He dialled a number and began talking to the person on the other end of the line in very fast elvish.

To Merry and Pippin it was a jumbled mess of swear words to them, but Aragorn picked up something about a nail file. The elf put down the phone and smiled triumphantly. "Who was that?" Merry asked.

"Arwen," Legolas replied He looked over at Aragorn, who looked rather squeamish at the mention of the daughter of Elrond. Come to think of it, Elrond also went rather squirmy whenever Arwen was mentioned. "Don't worry, we didn't mention you." Legolas told Aragorn. "I asked to borrow one of those marvellous nail files of hers. With any luck, I'll be able to file open those boxes."

"With a nail file?"

Legolas nodded. "Not just any nail file, these ones are made of titanium." He said. "Murder on fingernails actually, but quite good for filing through prison bars."

"I'm not going to bother asking how you know that." Aragorn said, more to himself than to the elf. For some reason he couldn't get the image of Legolas and Arwen escaping from jail together out of his mind. His musings became even worse when he thought about Elrond escaping from the big house. The ranger shuddered as he imagined Elrond's long robes getting hitched on the window as he escaped and revealing pink spotty knickers.

"What?" Legolas asked as Aragorn shuddered. The ranger didn't respond so the elf waved his hand in front of his friend's face. Aragorn snapped out of his, erm, 'imagination' and looked at Legolas with an expression of horror. Legolas grinned, winked, gave the ranger a slap across the cheek before he went to make himself a low fat, vanilla milkshake.

Merry and Pippin sat on the carpet together, wondering what the heck just happened while Aragorn muttered to himself and stomped off to the bathroom, his bladder beginning to feel the effects of the seven cups of coffee he had that morning.

"I can't wait until we go on holidays." Pippin said to Merry, idly changing the subject.

"Neither." Merry replied. "Hey Pip," he said, looked excitedly at his cousin, beaming. "Do you think we'll get those cool colouring books on the aeroplane? "

Pippin giggled. "I hope so." He replied. "Those, and the funny noise the loo makes when you flush it are my favourite parts about aeroplanes."

"I like the sick bags in the pockets on the back of the seats." Mused Merry.

Pippin cocked his head. "Why?" he wondered.

The other hobbit shrugged, "Cos its fun to pretend that we've puked, tip some orange juice and peanuts in the bag and then watch the look on Legolas's face when you drop the bag in his lap and complain of stomach cramps." Said Merry, very fast in one breath.

"I have never heard you talk that fast." Pippin said.

"Neither have I." Replied Merry. "Lamoo just got carried away and forgot the full stops and commas in that sentence."

"Oh, that explains it." Said Pip. "Anyway, you know what else I like about plane trips?"

"What Pip?"

The hobbit grinned. "Annoying the person behind you but putting your seat backwards and forwards about seven hundred times."

"Yeah," said Merry, grinning. His smile fell suddenly. "Unless Gandalf is sitting behind you, then he puts his feet on the seat and kicks it for the next four hours."

"Remind me to get a seat in front of Sam or Aragorn, they both sleep the whole journey." Pippin said. "Do you think Haldir's coming?"

Merry shook his head. "I wouldn't think so, unless he all of a sudden makes an excellent impression on Legolas." He replied with a shrug. "Do you reckon the fab five have finished giving him his make over yet?"

"They would have had to my now, the episodes are only an hour long, they should have finished ten minutes ago." Pippin said, unaware that in real life, to give Haldir a make over, as well as decorating his house, would take well over an hour.

"Should we go check?" Merry wondered, rising to his feet and extending his cousin a hand up.

"No you shouldn't." came Legolas's voice from the kitchen. "They might then come up with an excuse to mosey around here."

"Who?" asked Merry and Pippin in unison, neither one quite sure who or what the elf was on about.

Both hobbits heard a very loud sigh. "The fab five, you cotton headed ninny mugginses."

Merry and Pippin both looked deeply hurt at the mention of then both being cotton headed ninny mugginses and their lower lips trembled. Legolas was in the kitchen, so he was unfortunately denied the 'privilege' of seeing Merry and Pippin's attempt of 'puppy dog eyes. Both hobbits stalked off to their bedroom, sulking.

"You shouldn't have said that," said Gimli, arriving in the kitchen.

"Where did you come from?" asked Legolas, jumping when he heard the dwarf speak from behind him.

"The pool." Replied Gimli with a shrug. Legolas surveyed him and found himself being violently ill over the sink. Anyone might wonder what was wrong with the elf, why he was puking for no apparent reason. That would be until they saw Gimli. Orange Speedos, on a dwarf, definitely not a good look. Legolas had seen some pretty disgusting things in his long lifetime, but never had he heaved up his breakfast over the kitchen sink like that. Come to think of it, the elf did have rather a weak stomach. While vomiting violently into the sink he thought about a fanfiction that Lamoo had tricked him into reading. It came from the library of Moria. enough said, and concerned someone's strange interpretation of what he and Gimli might do in a single sleeping bag together. The elf shuddered and found himself wishing he hadn't thought of that.

He spat out a mouthful of vomit and glared at the dwarf over his shoulder. "Put a towel on." He said before he was sick again. "Something, anything." He said to Gimli, leaning over the sink.

"What?" Gimli wanted to know, putting his hands on his hips. "What did I do?"

"You put on Speedos!" yelled Legolas.

"What? You want me to take them off?" Gimli asked, bamboozled.

"NO!" barked the elf and it was barely moments before he was puking into the sink again. "Just grab something and put it around you waist, or get out of the room."

"Fine! Be like that!" Gimli said, his lip trembling. With that, the dwarf stalked out of the room muttering about how Polly had been much nicer.

Finally the elf managed to stop the nausea and he rinsed his mouth out with some water before he settled down on the couch to have a nap.

A few hours later there was a knock at the door, which woke Legolas from his pleasant slumber. He opened his eyes blearily and looked over at the door. Legolas had stopped sleeping with his eyes open as was the way of the elves years ago, because Aragorn had a tendency to think he was dead when he did so. It usually ended in mouth-to-mouth resuscitation before Legolas got quite pissed off, explained why he slept with his eyes open to the ranger and went back to sleep. This whole incident happened about seven times so in the end Legolas decided it couldn't hurt to sleep with his eyes closed and to appear was human to Aragorn as possible. It worked well until Aragorn suddenly noticed one day, out of the blue, that Legolas's ears were pointed. Aragorn had lived with elves all his life but it only just registered with him some time after, that Legolas had pointy ears and therefore must be an elf. Legolas sometimes was amazed at his friend's logic and perceptiveness of the world.

The doorbell rang, the person at the front door evidently sick of banging their fist on the door. Legolas briefly wondered why they didn't try ringing the doorbell first, but he dismissed the thought, getting up to answer the door.

Standing out on the front porch was Carson, still decked out in pink. Gandalf must have heard the doorbell for he stuck his head out into the hallway. For a brief second, he thought that Legolas and Carson looked freakishly similar. Well, if you made Legolas a bit shorter and Carson a bit taller, softened Legolas's jaw line, cut his hair, dressed either him in pink or Carson in green or blue, got Carson plastic surgery on his ears or cut Legolas's off, then they could pass as distantly related cousins.

"Helloooo!" crooned Carson, giving the surprised elf a hug.

"Uh, hi." Legolas said, wearing a confused and taken aback facial expression.

Carson stood back and handed Legolas an envelope. The elf opened it but didn't get a chance to read the piece of paper inside for Carson began to talk again.

"You and the rest of the fellowship are invited to a dinner party." He said, looking very pleased with himself. "At Haldir's" he added.

"Haldir? A dinner Party?" Legolas asked, wondering if this was a joke or not. It was common knowledge that the farthest Haldir ever went when it came to providing meals for guests was buying an extra large bucket of fried chicken. "Is this the same Haldir that we're talking about?" Legolas wondered.

Carson nodded. "Sure is." He replied. "I think you'll be pleasantly surprised when you see the new him."

"New him?"

"Mr Haldir, um, whatever his last name is, is now fully made over with a new attitude to match." Carson explained. He didn't give Legolas a chance to reply, spinning on his heel and skipping down the stairs from the front door. "See you at seven!" he called over his shoulder as he hurried back over to Haldir's.

"That was weird." Legolas said to himself as he closed the door and wandered back into the house. He looked down at the piece of paper in his hand and he could not help but grin to himself when he discovered that there were nice identical pieces of paper stuffed into the envelope. Legolas looked down at one and nodded to himself. The piece of paper was actually an invitation. The elf didn't see the point of it, considering that Carson had basically just read the whole thing out to him. Another thing he though seemed pointless was the fact that each member of the fellowship had a separate invitation addressed to them. Even Boromir had one and Legolas began to wonder whether Haldir had worked out yet that Boromir was no longer part of the fellowship.

"Who was that?" Gandalf asked, approaching Legolas.

The elf handed Gandalf his invitation and shrugged. "Carson." He replied. "Apparently Haldir is having a dinner party and we're all invited."

Gandalf beamed and all of a sudden seemed to be shaking with a sort of insane energy. He opened his mouth but Legolas interrupted, as the elf was prone to doing. "You are NOT wearing that red cocktail dress of yours." He said with his hands on his hips. Gandalf's smile fell and he sulked off to his bedroom.

Legolas sauntered out into the kitchen, wondering what he should wear. He scanned the invitation and groaned inwardly when he saw that the dress code was to be formal. "I haven't worn a suit, since, well, since," he paused. "Aragorn's wedding."

"What about my wedding?" asked the ranger, sticking his head through the back door when he heard Legolas's voice.

Legolas turned to face him. "Haldir is having a dinner party." He explained, handing Aragorn his invitation. "And we're invited."

"Get to the point already." Urged Aragorn.

"Fine," replied the elf. "The invitation says that there is a formal dress code."

"So?"

"You know what that means."

Aragorn gulped. "Suits and ties."

Legolas nodded. "I was just thinking to myself that I haven't worn a suit since your wedding. And that was years ago."

"At least you actually HAVE worn one before, I just wore my PJs at my wedding." Aragorn said.

Legolas smacked his forehead. "So THAT is why Arwen called the wedding off." He said. "And frankly, I don't blame her."

"What's wrong with my pyjamas?" Aragorn wanted to know.

The elf sighed. "Nothing," he said. "EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT THEY ARE FOR SLEEPING IN AND YOURS HAVE DUCKS ALL OVER THEM!!!" he exploded.

"Sheesh, calm down Lego." The ranger said, stepping back.

The elf got himself under control and glanced over at Aragorn. "Do you even have a suit?" his query was met with a shake of the head. "A tie?" another shake. "A smart pair of trousers?"

The ranger nodded. "Yeah, I guess."

"What do you mean 'I guess'?" asked Legolas suspiciously.

"They are school pants." Said Aragorn. "But they really need an iron."

"School pants?" Legolas asked, not able to believe that his friend still had his school trousers all these years from then. The elf didn't wait for Aragorn to reply. He sighed. "They'll have to do, unless any of my clothes fit you, which I seriously doubt." He paused. "All right then, I need some coffee," the elf said. "Wait for me in my room. And DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING!" he yelled at Aragorn's retreating back.

"Aye aye sir!" called the ranger over his shoulder.

Legolas shook his head and went to make himself some coffee. Only after he was halfway through drinking it did he remember that he hated the stuff. However, the elf couldn't be bothered spitting it out or tipping the stuff down the sink, so he gulped the rest of the now luke-warm drink down his throat.

Then he strode off down the hall towards his room. He threw open the door only to find Aragorn sitting cross-legged on his bed, going through a photo album.

"I told you not to touch anything." The elf said, snatching the album off the ranger.

"I was just looking." Pouted Aragorn.

"Whatever," said Legolas, throwing open the doors to his wardrobe. He turned to Aragorn. "Go and get those pants of yours." He said and began rummaging around for a clean, fairy wrinkle free pair of trousers for himself.

The ranger arrived back a few minutes later covered in dust and fluff, holding an armful of lumpy grey fabric in his arms. Legolas wrinkled his nose as he took the fabric off Aragorn, discovering that it was the pants Aragorn was on about. The elf tried not to look at them too much, for in his opinion, they were worse than Aragorn's hair, and that was certainly saying something.

"They are putrid Estel." Legolas said, throwing the pants into the corner of the room. For the next few minutes all that was visible of the elf was his back end while his head was in the cupboard, ferreting around for something that might fit Aragorn. He found something and threw it at the ranger. Aragorn caught it but managed to tumble off the bed doing so.

"Get up." Legolas said, his hands on his hips. "Try them on." He added gesturing to the pair of black trousers Aragorn now held.

"Not while you're watching!" squeaked Aragorn. "Turn around."

The elf sighed. "Fine." He said, turning around to face the contents of the open wardrobe while Aragorn tried on the pants. "They fit?" he called over his shoulder.

"Sort of," came a squeaky reply.

"Can I turn around?" Legolas asked.

"I guess."

The elf turned around and found it hard to suppress a chuckle when he saw how Aragorn was struggling to keep his gut tucked in. the pants were tight enough for him around the middle, and he hadn't been able to do up the zipper unless he sucked his belly in as far as it would go.

The hems of the pants were also dragging on the floor for Legolas had longer legs than the ranger.

"Got anything else?" Aragorn squeaked, evidently getting quite uncomfortable.

The elf shrugged and began searching again.

Twelve pairs of pants later, after Legolas had discovered several missing socks, a box of coloured pencils and a screwdriver set, the elf and the ranger were no closer to finding Aragorn a pair of pants that would fit.

"What are we going to do?" Aragorn said, his elbow resting on the bedside table.

"Doesn't seem like much we can do." Replied Legolas. His face lit up. "Unless."

"Unless what?" asked the ranger.

"Estel, grab my car keys." He said, striding out of the room.

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TBC

AN/ *giggles insanely* I hope everyone enjoyed reading that chapter because I don't think ive had that much fun writing anything for a considerable while. That was so fun! Hehe!

It's a little longer than my usual chapters, to apologise for a crappy update just before Christmas.

Right, thanks everyone for the reviews, they are awesome and make me feel all warm and fuzzy. So with no more delay, here are your replies.

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Kawaii Elf Girl: Ack! So terribly sorry about the last chapter, it was complete poo. Hope this one made it up to you. I promise that I'm never ever ever ever going to write something that short ever again. Sorry you were bored. And you are still their travel agent, don't worry about that. Mwa haa haa. And tell Gloriollass that nagging is good, because if I never got nagged, then I'd never get around to doing anything. Hope you liked this chappie.

Mr Bean: why is it that I always manage to write such long and boring messages to you when your reviews are about four sentences long? Hmm. seems to me like I need to get a life. Hehe. Anywhoosies, here goes the usual thing. thanks heaps for sticking with me here, I am VERY pleased that you are so keen to read this all the time. Sorry that the previous chapter, or rather the first version of this one was so pathetically crappy. I must make a mental note to never do that again. EVER! OOH! I just had the best idea. mwa haa haa. But you'll have to wait for the next chappie. Don't worry, it won't take long. Hehe. Actually, as soon as Ive finished writing this, I think I'll start the next chappie of this. *Giggle* rightio, now that I have wasted enough of your time, I shall let you get on with your life.

Marissa03: MUST HAVE MORE FIC! In case you didn't get the hint, the next chappie of yours sometimes soon would be wonderful. Hehe. You are another I have to thank for sticking with me and this silly little fanfiction this long. But, I could go on forever, so I'll just thank you once and let your imagination convince you that I blabbed on and on for days. Right, I need a life. Thankyou! You rock! Hope you had a great Chrissie. yes I realise it's January already, sorry about that. Heh,

Raven Demon: Why are all the people so nice to me in their reviews when I write a crap chapter? Anyway, forget about that, I am just very disappointed in myself cos the version of this chapter which I posted before Christmas is truly disgraceful. So sorry about that. Right, on to nicer things now, I hope you enjoyed that chappie, and yes, things will get a LOT more interesting. *Insert evil cackle here* right, thankyou.

Anelith Wood: right, now I cant remember whether or not I replied to your reviews earlier so you'll just have to excuse me repeating myself if I have. I know exactly what you mean about teachers who stand behind you when you're doing something you're not really supposed to be doing. Oops, sorry if your teacher is standing behind you as you read this. hope I didn't get you in trouble. I also hope you had an excellent Christmas cos I know I did. despite the fact that there was no elf wrapped in shiny paper under the tree. Oh well, I shall just have to live with my new cd player thingy. Right, yes, I am annoying yes I am. I hope I didn't cause you to injure yourself again while reading this chapter. actually, who am I fooling? It wasn't that funny. just rather disturbed. The next one will be better, I promise! Despite the unfunnyness (that is Now officially a word) of this chapter, I hope you enjoyed it none the less.

Nomad6: NELLIE!!!!!!! Ai, I have missed you so much. It is so wonderful to hear from you again, even if I am rather slow when it comes to replying. *Looks around nervously* yes, rightio. I have a favour to ask. would you mind proof reading my stuff? Considering it has been pointed out a couple of times by various people that my spelling and punctuation aren't really that good. Please? Cos then it would also give me an excuse to come online and talk to you. Right, now down to business. I am still impressed that you're still reading this strange little piece of wasted web space. Hehe. But you're right; I definitely need you there for inspiration. Remember the bus ride coming back to school from that VA excursion at the museum? How we sat on the floor and blabbered away about Legolas being a florist and Merry and Pippin deep-frying their mobile phones at work. Hehe. That was fun, even though sitting on the floor of a bus isn't that comfy. And you are one of the few people who are ok about Legolas being hit on the head so many times with various objects. I think I've made a few enemies by smacking the elf so many times on the head. and I don't think Leggie likes it much either. Look at me now, taking up all this space just ranting. Oh well, I shall continue to rant, for ranting is what I like to do. Hope your Christmas was wonderful, actually wait, I know it was cos you saw ROTK. Hehe. *Sigh* leggie. Miss you heaps. Bye.

Inweofnargothrond: I can't remember whether or not I've replied to your reviews. If I have you'll have to ignore all this blabber. Right, onto business. Glad you liked chapters 7 and 8 cos 9 was a load of hobbit poop. I have never had parsnip soup either, but ive heard it is gross. Wait, I sort of remember typing this comment a while ago. oh well. Shall we see if Legolas really is the best swimmer? Maybe I could push him in the pool. Mwa haa haa. *cough cough* maybe not, Leggsie dearest might get cross at me. Hope you enjoyed the last chappie, and that it was plain enough for your liking. but not to plain.

Oddwen - The Lone PFR Fan: I have been back for ages. Glad you managed to find this again and that its still vaguely amusing. even if its not, a good way to pass a boring Saturday afternoon. Hope the last chappie will pass your inspection. Hehe. Thanks heaps for reviewing.

ChicagoGoth: your welcome! Thankyou for reviewing and reading! One more thing. YOU MUST WATCH QUEER EYE!! It is the best! Wait. I am getting the sneaking suspicion that I have replied to that comment you made before. Ah well. no matter.

Banx: I'm Back! Wait. I've been back for a while. I'm going to shut up now. Actually, on second thought, not until I have bored you out of your mind with this strange, senseless comment. Mwa haa haa. Glad you liked chappies 7 and 8. Hope this one was as good. You like Aragorn's voices? Hmm, they might have to make a re appearance later. And about Haldy, you will certainly see a lot more of him in the next few chapters. Yay! And yeah, I got the TTT EE for Christmas. It is sooooo much better than the FOTR Extended edition. Lots more Leggie. actually, not that much leggie when I think about it, but heaps of great scenes. You listened to the cast audio commentary? Hehe, Craig Parker has a cute accent. My Grandma talks a bit like that, well, with the same kinda accent. Except more female. obviously. I love listening to different accents. Specially Pippin's it is so cute. Why would you pass out during a Craig Parker interview? I would be staying fully awake hanging onto every word. Hehe.

Ave-Chan: Hello there! You liked it? Ooh I'm so happy now. I will continue this, be assured of that. Ok, in your review, you mentioned something about me writing something where Leggsie falls in love with some nice elf-girl. I am more than happy to do that, I just need to know whether you would prefer the regular, sane Legolas in the books and movies, or my insane, twisted, hyperactive version. Either way, I can think of some very amusing ideas. Thanks for the review, hope you liked this chapter as well.

Enelya: GO LEGGIE! I luv Leggie. Hehe. Ah, I knew I'd made myself a few enemies by hitting Legolas so much with various objects. I think it's about time I laid off torturing him. But who says someone else can't torture him? *Insert evil laugh here* hehe. I love the Fab Five, they are awesome! Anywhoosies, hope you managed to find some new eyes and enjoyed this chapter. I hope I didn't cause you to poke your eyes out again. sorry if I did. Hehe. Thanks for reviewing.

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That's it, that's this chapter done. Sorry if I missed anyone. Also, one more thing, cos I am a completely forgetful pea brain, could you all please tell me in your reviews if you want a cameo or not? I've decided to be nice and any one can have one. well, those who haven't yet get first priority over those who have already appeared in either this, or the first TF&TEND. I was just thinking it's about time that some reviewers have a bigger part in this story.

Don't forget to review people, just click the little button and you have instantly made Lamoo very happy. And when Lamoo is happy, she tends to write quicker. and you all want that no?

Hehe. Toodles all. Love Lamoo

Ps. Nellie, I know I wrote this at the beginning, but I am paranoid and don't want you to forget. Would you consider proof reading the new chapters of my fan fictions?